#fluffy goodness

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

🌸Tokyo Revengers Father and Daughter Moments🌸 Ft: Taiju, Hakkai, Ran, Rindou, Draken, Kakucho, Hanma, Mikey, Mitsuya, Nahoya Masterlist / Resident: @enchantedforest-network / WC:2.6kSynposis: Random moments of TR dads with their sweet little ones. Different scenes for each one of them! this is pure fluffy goodness! (unedited) Click below!

Taiju

Slightly exhausted, his sleep was interrupted once again. It only lasted 10 minutes when his wife put the baby down after feeding. Walking into the lowly dimmed nursery he saw his newborn daughter in her crib upset. Carefully picking up the fragile newborn, in his arms, cradling them close to his chest. “There there now…” he spoke in a low tone. He made his way into the nursery  sofa. The man who once had a short fuse in his younger days is now a father of this little one. He wouldn’t admit it but he was scared of holding his child for the first time when they were born. Doubts in his mind he wouldn’t be a good enough dad but that moment when he held his child those father instincts began to kick in. He wanted to protect them with every inch of his living soul.  

The newborn was calming down little by little hearing the steady heart beat of her father. Taiju closed his eyes for a brief moment, resting his head back slightly. He took a deep breath “I know you're fighting your sleep.. It’s okay.” The newborn seemed to calm down more as he spoke. Opening his eyes looking down at the newborn against his chest. His child knew his voice, not that he would often speak to his pregnant wife's belly but his wife was around him a lot during his pregnancy and accompanied him during the opening of his restaurants. “My voice is the only thing that seems to calm you down… usually it's the opposite for others..” he smirked. Taiju repositioned himself on the couch as laid his head down against the pillow as  the baby was still against his chest. He looked down at the newborn, his thumb gently caressing the delicate cheeks. 

Hakkai

He was on his ipad in his dressing room he had about a half an hour before the show began. He promised his daughter he would facetime her before the show. He had sent her a gift and was eager to see her open it. On the other side of the screen his daughter  was opening the gift he sent to her. Leaning against the counter “I hope you like it.” Hakkai smiled

Opening the pretty rose gold box with a gold ribbon around it her eyes lit up “It’s a bunny!!” She exclaimed, holding the white fluffy stuffed  bunny in her hands then giving it a big squeeze. “Thank you daddy!” Seeing his daughter's raw reaction to the gift made his day. “Your welcome sweetie. I’m glad you like it.” 

She nodded “When are you coming home?” she asked and looked at her dad. He gave a softer smile. “Soon baby. I know daddy has been away for a while now. But soon I will be home with you and mommy.” With his  career it did interrupt his family life. He did manage to still be active in his daughters and wife's life, face timing, photos and every now and then they would join him on his trips. Still he didn’t want his daughter around the cameras and the paparazzi since she was still so young he still wanted some type of privacy in his personal life. 

Looking at the time as it seemed to fly by “I’m sorry baby but daddy has to get going. I will call you when I’m done.” A soft pout on his little one's face “okay daddy, you promise?” “Of course, daddy loves you.” “I love you too daddy”

Ran

“9…10… ready or not here I come.” Ran called out opening his eyes as he found himself observing the living room. Walking around the living room searching for his child who was hiding from him. “I’m gonna find you.” he called out. 

He couldn’t hear a giggle nor a movement. They learned from the last time they played not to respond to their fathers comments. Ran began walking down the hallway carefully listening to see if he heard any sort of movement. Ran began to check obvious places they would hide that he knew about under the beds, in the closet, even behind the curtains but nothing.

He was rather impressed that he wasn't able to find them yet. He began to question where they could be hiding. He began to search for her in more and more places he thought she would be weren’t there. Few more minutes passed and no luck.  “Oi my  little one I give up. You can come out now.” he called out.

He waited to hear for some type of movement giving some type of idea what their hiding place was and what it could be. He didn’t hear a response, he was now assuming she wanted their father to look for her. He began walking through the rooms again checking them thoroughly. 

He noticed one thing in particular, the laundry room was slightly cracked and opening the door he noticed a large basket that had a blanket he knew he put in the dryer now it was in the basket. Coming closer he noticed a bit of movement. Gently pushing the blanket down he saw his daughter in a deep slumber. The blanket was still slightly warm, Ran carefully picking her up in the blanket still. In a groggy voice as they let out a yawn “daddy you found me.” 

“I did.” letting a low chuckle out.

Rindou

Rindou squinted his eyes seeing his daughter who was in pre-k holding hands with a little boy in her class. Every dads worst nightmare when they become a father of a little princess. Holding hands with a boy. As his little princess saw her father she let go of her friend's hands and waved to him as she darted towards her father. Crouching down as he greeted his baby. Embracing him with a tight hug. After a bit of small talk Rindou placed her in the car as he began to drive home. “So who was that boy you were holding hands with?” the father questions were coming out now

“Oh he is my boyfriend!” 

Luckily he was at a stop sign and he looked at his daughter who was in the back seat. “Come again? Boyfriend?” The words boyfriend ached his poor soul. 

Hearing a car honking for him to go, his eyes went back to the road. “Yeah daddy. He is a boy and he is my friend.” Taking a calming breath he was relieved by the comment. “I see… you don’t like any boys yet right?” 

“No, they are just my friends.” she chuckled

‘Good’ he thought to himself. “You would tell daddy if you did right?” 

“Mmmmm” she thought about it for a moment before responding “No.” “What??? Why not?” “Because I don’t want you to scare them away.” 

“I wouldn’t do that to them…”  he was lying to himself of course he would. 

Draken 

“Are we doing this right now?” Still on the edge of the bed seeing the covers pulled up little fingers holding the blankets up. 

“Mhmm” with a small cough.

Letting a small sigh out as he  placed the small cup of medicine down on the nightstand. “You know you need to take it.”

“It’s gross….” Lowering the blankets down to see the red cheeks of his kiddo. 

“I know it is, But the quicker you take this the quicker you will feel better.” 

The tiny child sat up in her bed seeing Draken reach for the small cup of medicine handing it to them. She looked at the cup of medicine scrunching their nose before taking the medicine. 

“See, it isn't that bad.” rubbing her head.

As she laid back on the scooting the covers up more. “I’m sorry you had to miss work today…”  

Giving a small smile, “It's fine I wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. Your my top priority everything else is second” A small smile on her lip appeared. “Get some rest, I will check on you in a little bit, okay?”

Throughout the day Draken checked on her. Checking her forehead to see how the temperature was going down each time he checked on them. He was relieved each time going in, still as a parent he did worry about his little one getting sick. They weren’t their happy go lucky self he is so used to seeing. As she were still asleep he checked on the one more time his hand lightly touching her forehead the fever seemed to be gone. He leaned down pressing his lips on their forehead.

Kakucho 

A storm was passing through Tokyo. The sounds of thunder and lightning echoed in the quiet room. Walking up front her she could hear the rain and whistling from the wind. She looked around and her night light was on. The sudden lightning and thunder once again prompt the little one to rush to her fathers room. Opening the large door she crept to the side where her father was sleeping. She nudged her dad gently and whispering “daddy” 

Kakucho, feeling the small push, opened his eyes to see his daughter in front of him. “Baby why are you out of bed?” speaking in a groggy tone

“The loud noises outside.” She looked towards the window and then at her father.

“Do you wanna sleep with me and mommy?” He asked.

Nodding at her dad's question he scooted on the bed as she climbed in. “You don’t have to worry about anything sweetheart, daddy is here to protect you.” 

Another  struck from thunder and lightning his daughter snuggled into him more. Kakuchou’s arms holding his little girl making sure she felt protected. “I got cha.” He spoke in a soothing voice stroking his daughter's hair. He wasn’t going to sleep until he knew his little girl was okay. Kakucho watched as his daughter was becoming more tired. The sound of the rain was all they both could hear.

Hanma 

“Can I name him?” his daughter spoke as she held the tiny small black kitten. The walk from the convenience store just for snacks ended up being snacks and small kitten they found on their way back. 

“I was thinking Cujo, he looks dangerous.” He looked at the kitten who didn’t want to come to him, only his daughter.

“No! He is not a rabid dog! He is so cute!” she laughed, petting the kitten in her arms. “Figaro! 

He looked at the kitten who seemed to resemble the kitten from the movie she watched. With his free hand he scratched behind the kitten ears making the kitten let a little meow out. “Ferocious Figaro.”

“Do you think mommy will be okay with us keeping a kitty?” asking as they were approaching the home.

“We will see we were only supposed to get snacks. We came back with the snacks, kitten and food for the little terrorizer. I mean Figaro.” he was getting his keys out of his pocket. “Don’t worry mommy will be fine with the kitty, let me sweet talk her.” “Yeah! Tell her she is pretty and she is the best mommy!”

‘Among other things to convince her,’ he thought to himself. “That will work.” flashing a smile at his daughter as he opens the door. “Hey babe we’re back, we got the snacks and a kitten~!”

Mikey

“How do they make it look so easy there?” Mikey looked at the screen and the ingredients as he thought he measured correctly. He looked at the cookies they were supposed to be nice and pretty just like one the video he was watching. Instead he got flat cookies that resemble crepes. 

His daughter looked around the countertop that was messy and behind the mixing bowl and she saw another cup of flour. “Daddy, we forgot the other cup of flour.”

He turned his head towards his daughter, seeing the other measuring cup of flour as she was bringing it close from behind the mixing bowl. “That could have been the reason the batter was a bit runny…” Mikey scratches the back of his head. 

“It’s okay daddy, we tried our best.” giving her father a chipper smile.

Mikey looked down smiling at the child who had flour covered on her. “Let's try again and make sure we add that cup of flour.”

“Okay!” 

After the final attempt both of them were looking through the glass window of the stove seeing the cookies rise. “We did it princess.” “I bet they are going to taste yummy daddy! I want that one.” pointing to one of the corner cookies. “Next time we can make taiyaki daddy!”

Feeling a bit more confident in his baking skill “Why not right now?” Mikey couldn’t pass up making his own Taiyaki. He wanted to enjoy every moment of his vacation with his little one as much as possible before he returned to racing. 

Mitsuya

From the moment his daughter was born they had a strong bond. Mitsuya doted over his daughter any chance he got. Getting home he had a routine the moment his daughter's eyes landed on him he automatically picked her up. Today he had his hands full of items. Opening the door he saw the pretty bright wide lavender eyes of his daughter looking at his directions. The coo’s and excitement was all on her face as she sat on her mothers lap. “My little jellybean.” he smiled “Let daddy put this up really quick.” leaning down kissing the top of her forehead. 

Mitsuya shuffled to his office, placing the fabrics and sketch pads down. The moment his daughter lost sight of her father. Her eyes began to tear up wondering why he didn't pick her like he usually does. He could hear his daughter crying from the other room. Walking back to the living room he saw the little stream of tears from his daughter's cheeks. His daughter reached for her daddy as he picked her up. “I’m right here.” he slightly chuckled, “Jellybean daddy is right here.” 

Moments as she was in her father's arms the tears stopped and a smile peered on her cheek. He did get a kick out of it, how just picking her up in a matter of seconds made a difference. Confirming he was the favorite parent of his daughter. He wiped her eyes then placed a kiss on her temple. “This is a definite confirmation that I'm her favorite human.” flashing a smile as he looked at his wife who playfully rolled her eyes.

Nahoya

“Is it yummy?” Nahoya rested his elbows on the table as he watched his daughter eat her ramen. 

“Mmhmm!!” she was slurping the noodles. 

Few things he loved doing was watching his daughter eat. The expressions she would make as she ate made the food look 100 times better than someone else eating it. The way she did a little dance in her chair as she continued to eat. This was a sign the food was extra good.  Nahoya’s daughter was also his biggest critique too if something was missing she would point it out.

“Papa did you want some?” she asked, looking at her dad as she grasped more noodles with her chopsticks.  

“I’m okay. You eat.” he slightly chuckled 

She held the chopsticks closer to her father “papa have some please!” At that point he couldn’t say no anymore, leaning in as he ate the noodles from the chopstick. “It’s yummy!” 

Swallowing the noodles “It is. Now here is the biggest questions: whose Ramen is better, mine or Uncle Angry’s?” 

Angry was listening to the conversation he was behind his brother. He made eye contact with his niece. To slightly tease his brother a bit he lifted a bag a gummy bears up and pointed to himself. 

“Ummmm sorry daddy it’s Uncle Angry.” 

“What?!” He stood up from his chair. Angry, placing the gummy bears in his pocket. Smiley was now determined to challenge his brother to a Ramen battle.

 In a split second Angry walked to his niece, of course he loved his brother but him and his niece were pretty tight. Handing her the bag of gummy bears. “Atta girl.” 

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[crazy-ache]

Warm In The Wintertime

A solstice, winter Elucien oneshot. ❄️ Fluffy, PwP, Rated E. ~7k words. Link to the accompanied playlist included below!

Summary: Every turn of their emissary trip to the Winter Court was intent on reminding Elain and Lucien of the fact their awkward, distant relationship was no longer possible to ignore. But like fresh snow, the Winter Court was known for new beginnings....and their hot springs.

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[daceydeath]

Coffee & Cookies

Pairing: Felix x M reader Word Count: 678 Genre: Angst (slight), Fluff Warnings: None Reqested by @oliveroliveoil (I hope you like it)

The café was almost empty as you waited for Felix to turn up, it was a strange feeling not being sure if you were about to be stood up or not. Yes Felix was incredibly sweet and kind but he could also be rather shy and you had a sneaking suspicion that his members didn't totally approve of the whole idea, although you weren't sure if it was the whole situation of you being a guy or that they were just trying to protect Felix as best they could.

Minutes were ticking by and Felix was now officially 15 minutes late, you sat playing with your phone trying not to make eye contact with the girl behind the counter who was beginning to look at you sympathetically as though she knew something you were not yet privy to. Until the bell chimed above the door and a small herd of college looking students descended upon the counter to order and you were able to avoid her pitying eyes. You hadn't noticed that at the end of the line of the rowdy students was Felix his eyes darting around to see if you were still there before breaking into a relieved grin.

"I am so sorry I'm late" Felix whispered softly to make sure you were the only one who heard "The shoot went on longer than I thought it would and I shouldn't make excuses I should just say I'm sorry again".

"It's alright Lix" you smiled your eyes crinkling at the beautiful boy in front of you "I just was starting to think I had the times wrong".

"No, this is my fault!" his deep voice affirmed before looking back towards the counter and the collection of people now making the café noisier than he would have liked "Should we order and go? We can head to the park?"

"Yeah, I'd like that" you smiled standing up and following Felix to the counter pulling out your wallet to pay for your own order.

"Can we get two iced Americano's to go and four of the cookies please" Felix smiled angelically charming the girl who just smiled and nodded at him ringing it all up for him and starting on his order immediately.

"Did you just?" you trailed off as Felix smirked at you tucking the bag of cookies he had been handed into his bag.

"Yes it's my apology" he continued thanking the girl for the drinks before leading you towards the door. You walked in a comfortable silence sipping your drinks until you reached the park where Felix felt a little more comfortable and started to walk a little closer to you.

"To be honest Lix, I thought you might not show up today. The others didn't seem so thrilled about us spending time together" you sighed, turning to look at him slightly as you walked down one of the paths towards a set of large shady trees.

"I know they were a bit tense about it" Felix pouted slightly his perfect bottom lip poking out just enough to make him look adorable, not sad "but it wasn't because it's you, it's because they worry about me".

"That this will end up badly if people find out?" you nodded knowing that this was all very much meant to look like two friends hanging out not a date or anything even vaguely more intimate.

"Not really, more like I might get hurt or that you might get hurt. People are not often kind when you do what I do" he mumbled purposely moving his hand so it brushed yours, sending goosebumps up your arm. You remained silent as you collectively wandered towards a park bench that was a little more secluded from the main park.

"I'm glad you came though" you smiled sitting beside Felix on the bench as he pulled the cookies from his bag "I really wanted to spend time with you".

"Me too" Felix grinned his eyes crinkling into pretty little moons before a comfortable silence fell over the pain of you.

Fin

A/N: Thank you for reading, this was my first attempt at same sex fluff and I hope I did it justice. If you have any suggestions for me please let me know it helps my writing getting constructive criticism.

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[mysticdragon3md3]

Looking at all these photos of cottage rooms and picturing Jayvik family living their happy cottagecore lives together. Part 2 must include the cupcake baking, the stream, and pets.💕

Source: https://x.com/arabjayvik/status/1898154853815488772?t=vj5dDzjEqZdBrefD9TZHoQ&s=19

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Yang: (wakes up with a big stretch and freezes)

Blake: (nestles her face into the pillow as she wakes up) Good morning, Yang~

Yang: (blushing) Right! Morning! It's morning. Good morning.

Blake: (smiling) What's that reaction for?

Yang: I, uh, I actually forgot that we shared a bed last night. I'm not used to waking up to seeing a goddess in my bed. Still getting used to this.

Blake: (kisses Yang's nose) Flatterer.

Yang: Did it work?

Blake: (cuddles up to Yang) Always~

[marblesphere]

Marriage Lovers

Well, the basic idea was taken from manga/anime 'More than marriage couple, but less than lovers' Some readers might be familiar with this manga/anime. In short, the school made a rule that students in their third year, if I remember correctly, have to sign up for this program mandatorily. They then will be paired to become a couple (must be a boy and a girl pair) and undergo the program of living together in an apartment provided by school like a married couple.

Thanks to @ReySim (ao3 friend) who helped with brainstorming ideas that the fanfic is finished safely. 😆 Thank you, Bestie.

!!Warning!! Teeth rotting fluff, high sugar content, suggestive theme (a teeeenyyy bit), blood and violence (a little)

Now, I hope you enjoy this. Happy reading!!!

“I finally arrived here.” A girl is looking at a school building from the entrance gate. Her eyes are full of hope and determination. “Yosh! I have a feeling that he will be here.” She pumped herself up. Soon, she will meet with her first love. The boy whom she met a long time ago. A kind boy who gave her his pudding because she was crying. It was the sweetest pudding she ever had.

“We are getting new students today. I heard it’s a girl!!!” The whole class is becoming noisy, while Satoru is napping on his desk. Head slumps on his hands which are on the table. I, his desk mate who sit beside him are patting his soft hair.

“New student…” Yae sighed.

“What’s wrong?” I blinked at my friend.

“No, it’s just after the implementation of new rules, our school is sure becoming more popular.” Her mouth twitched.

“Ah, that marriage program, right?” I ‘aahh’ed in understanding.

“Yep.” Yae nodded. “A program that was made to teach students how marriage will be. Seems like due to the high rate of divorce lately. Couples, especially young couples don’t truly understand that marriage is a partnership in everything. So, they clashed and divorced.” Yae said.

“Well, this program is supported by the government. They think education in this field is very important, and thus the program is implemented. Our school is the first to implement this program. No wonder a lot of students are signing up this year.” I giggled. “This is a chance for them to meet with maybe their true love.”

“Not to mention, if you can complete the marriage program with the highest score, you will be given a full scholarship and a letter of recommendation to any university of your choice. It’s pretty high in return.” Yae said.

“Though the couple will be selected randomly, it’s not like we can’t choose our own partner.” I smiled. “If we have the legal document signed by party A and party B and their legal guardians. It’s possible to be partnered up with each other.”

“Yeah, usually wealthy kids with prior engagements will be using this as a trial for their upcoming marriage.” Yae nodded.

“By the way, Suguru applied for you and him. Congrats.” I smiled.

“…What?” Yae blinked at the news. It was new to her.

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” I smiled in amusement.

“No…” Yae turned to Suguru who was sitting beside her.

“Let’s do our best, love,” Suguru smirked.

“…Rai-chan…how about you and Satoru?”

“Rai-chan, don’t stop…” Satoru whined.

“My hand is tired.” I pouted.

“I guess I shouldn’t ask. It’s already obvious.” Yae sweatdropped.

“My name is Mayami Hinako. Nice to meet you all.” The new student bowed. After the usual 20 questions, the new student was finally allowed to sit. But I sense she is secretly glancing at Satoru.

‘Hmmm… I wonder why…’

Today is the start of the new school year. The Sakura trees are in full bloom and the weather is quite chilly. I am drowned in Satoru’s blazer. I like having long sweater paws, and Satoru likes to see me drowned in his oversized clothes. It’s a win-win situation.

Today is also when the newly implemented program, which is officially named Marriage Lesson program will start. Our homeroom teacher will announce the selected pairings. We are required to stay in an apartment owned by the government. ~”~

“Heeee~ They gave us a separate bedroom.” Satoru raised an eyebrow. The apartment is a very simple but luxurious 3-room apartment. Kitchen with connected living room, a bathroom and 2 bedrooms. “We only need one bedroom, right, Rai-chan.” Satoru grinned as he put our luggage in one bedroom and began to unpack. The bed is big enough for the two of us, so there will be no problem. Whereas I inspect all the rooms first, trying to see if there’s a problem or not. After making sure the stove, water and the house facilities are functioning normally, I go back to our shared bedroom and see Satoru has finished unpacking.

“We need to stock groceries.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Satoru got up and fixed his blazer on me again. “Rai-chan, you make me want to just manhandle you.” Satoru leaned his weight on me, squashing my already small stature.

“Let’s go. I want to come back before dark.” I flailed my sweater paws and pouted.

“Too cute!!!” Satoru rubbed his cheek on me. The moment the door was opened, we also saw our neighbour getting ready to go out.

“Groceries.” Suguru and Satoru said in unison and laughed. In the end, the four of us are going to get groceries together. We buy a week's worth of groceries. No worries about the money, we were given fixed money every month to be managed. We have to submit each of our purchases to school by the end of the month.

Arriving at the supermarket, Yae and I, arm in arm begin to hunt for cheaper but decent-quality ingredients while having the boys handle the trolleys. They should make themselves useful.

“That will be 12.000 yen.”

“Here it is.” I gave her two ten thousand bills.

“Here is the change. Thank you very much.” ~”~

“Too bad Shoko and Nanamin didn’t apply.” Satoru sighed.

“…Nanamin would rather spend time by himself…” Suguru sweatdropped. “Shoko also would rather spend her time dissecting.”

“Besides, Shoko and Nanamin are in different schools from us. Shoko’s school is strong in medical academics. It’s her shortcut to her first choice of university. Nanamin is the same, his school is strong in business.” Yae said.

“Will it be alright to have a doctor who likes to dissect people? She won’t be called a modern mad scientist, right?”

“She won’t. Shoko will be fine.” I rolled my eyes.

“Ah…” Our attention shifted to another person who came down from stairs. “G-good afternoon…” She bowed.

“Good afternoon.” We replied to her greeting and waited for her to fully come down before we could go upstairs. But the thing is, the girl doesn’t budge. She keeps staring at Satoru while seemingly deep in thought.

“Are you going to come down? Because we need to use the stairs.” I frowned. My mood worsened by her staring.

“A-ah, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to trouble you.” She quickly came down. “Please…”

The rest of us are going up back to our apartment. I sneak a glance at the new transfer student and sure enough, she is staring at Satoru. ~”~

“Satoru.” I puffed my cheek at the taller male who was making dinner. He is wearing a cute pink frilly love apron because it made him cuter, he said.

“What’s wrong, love?” Satoru chuckled as he poured the beaten egg into the frying pan. We are having a simple omurice today.

“She is staring at you.” I fumed.

“…who?” He blinked.

“That girl. The new girl. She has been staring at you since morning.”

“Ah? Really? I didn’t notice at all. I prefer if you were staring though.” He grinned and flipped the egg mixture.

“She smells trouble. I don’t like she is staring at you.” I crossed my arms and cocked my head to the side. Now, wearing my supposed sleepwear, shorts with Satoru’s black long-sleeved sweater. The sweater drops into mid-thigh, drowning the shorts.

“I also don’t like being stared at, except from you.” Satoru nodded.

“You need to coax me better.”

“How about I coax you into bed later.” He whispered.

I shiver at the tone he used, “!!! This pervert.” I grumbled, blushing while Satoru cackled.

“Cuddle me later.” I stomped to the sofa and turned the TV on.

“Will do, love.” As promised, I have a cuddling session after dinner. Satoru’s hand rests on my bare stomach as I sit on his lap, watching TV. “Have your mood gotten better, love?” He hummed.

“Yeah, a little…” I mumbled as I began to doze off.

“Shall we go to bed now?”

“Hmm… please…” I mumbled sleepily.

“Aren’t you precious, love.” In my haziness, I hear his cooing and I snuggled closer to him. ~”~

The next time I open my eyes, a nice smelling aroma waft to my nose. The right side of my bed is empty, meaning, the occupant is not there anymore. “Satoru…” I walked to the living room/kitchen to find him donning the apron and making breakfast and our lunch.

“The breakfast will be done soon, Rai-chan. You should wash up first.” But I ignored his words and wrapped my sweater paws around his torso from behind.

“Cold…” I mumbled.

“Sorry, love.” Satoru turned around and hugged me back. “I will be done soon.”

“…okay… brush my hair later.” I reluctantly released my hold on him.

“Of course.” I go to the bathroom to wash up and change into my uniform and at the same time prepare our school bags. When I came back to the living room, the breakfast is done and the lunches had been packed and wrapped in nice blue wrapping clothes.

After breakfast, Satoru is brushing my hair while I enjoy it while dozing off. “It’s finished, Rai-chan. We should go to school now.”

“…’mkay.” I nodded.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, Yae, Suguru.” I yawned.

“Still sleepy? You really are not a morning person.” Suguru laughed. My body shivers from the cold.

“Here, Rai-chan, wear this.” Satoru changed my blazer to much bigger of his, allowing me to savour some warmth it offered.

“Good morning!” We were greeted by the transfer student, energetically in the morning.

“…m’ning.” I slurred. Satoru’s blazer is making me all sleepy again.

“Tsk.” Then we heard an unhappy click of tongue from her supposed partner.

“Well, I guess we won’t be bothering you and your partner. Please excuse us.” Suguru said politely, but he is clearly mocking them.

“Let’s go, Rai-chan.” Satoru guided me with his hand and I just blindly followed him to the school.

“…What’s wrong, Yae?” Suguru asked his quiet partner.

“…No, must be my mistake…” Yae shook her head. ~”~

‘It’s him… It must be him… my first love!!!!’ Mayami Hinako screamed internally. She must not be wrong, the white hair and blue eyes. She has never once forgotten what he looks like. She finally met him! Her first love!!!

Mayami Hinako squeals excitedly, but her excitement quiets down when she finds out that her first love is already in a relationship with another girl. ‘No…no…’ She shook her head. That girl must be only his partner in this Marriage Lesson program and they do all the lovey-dovey stuff just to get more points. ‘Yes, that must be it!’ She nodded to herself.

“But… they are really good…” She mumbled. There’s no unnatural movement from their interaction. It’s as if they truly love each other. “No… I can’t give up now. Even if he already has a girlfriend. I should have at least told him that he is my first love…who knows…” Her imagination is going wild. “Kyaaa!!!!” She screamed by herself.

“Shut up, woman.” Her partner rolled his eyes in distaste. “Don’t forget, we will need to reach the top ten to be able to exchange partners.”

“I am not forgetting anything. Don’t worry.” She huffed. When she was partnered up with him, she was pretty disappointed. Her partner doesn’t have the best personality, but when they talked about their goals, they decided to become accomplices. She was aiming for a full scholarship at first, so she doesn’t care who her partner is. But meeting her first love was a bonus. Now, she can get her scholarship and maybe a future boyfriend. She is really glad that she signed up for this program.

Her partner, Yanagizawa Hibiki, was aiming to be Hisaki Raika’s partner. Apparently, he has been in love with her since forever. Mayami Hinako sympathizes with his situation. Much like her, she also hoped to be her first love’s partner. So, they agreed to help each other. As long as they can get enough points to be ranked on top, they can request partner exchange. But the problem is how to get consent from the said pair. Well, let’s think that for later, for now, they should focus on collecting points. ~”~

“Today we are having the surprise test. I hope you guys were studying last night.” Our homeroom teacher grinned. Loud groans and protests soon fill the class. “Well, it’s already included in the rule that school can spring up this surprise test.” He laughed.

The test was not that hard, since we are just beginning to study the new curriculum. The test consists of mostly the previous year’s meaning, the second year’s curriculum. As long as we don’t do that badly, we won’t get a punishment to attend extra classes.

“Done.” Satoru was the first one to finish it and went to sleep for the rest of the period. I nudge Satoru’s leg and his hand begins to trace the answer on my blazer-covered thigh. All I need is to write it down.

At lunch break, as usual, the four of us combine our tables and have lunch together. “How did you do on the test?” Yae asked knowingly.

“I did good,” I said confidently.

“Mmh… Rai-chan did good.” Satoru patted my head.

“He-hello… can I eat lunch with you guys?” Here she is again, the transfer girl. From now on I will call her Girl A. Girl A smiles nervously while sneaking a glance at Satoru, again.

‘Seriously, what’s this girl's problem?! How come she keeps coming to Satoru?’ I frowned. “No, we only have four tables here and we are four people. You should just eat with your partner to deepen your relationship. Who knows he might be your true love.” I glared at her.

“Eh?! No!” She squeaked out. “I mean as a new student… I want to get along with everyone…” She blushed, she is looking at Satoru, silently hoping for him to accept her request.

“Rai-chan, open your mouth, aaahhh…” I nom obediently at Satoru’s chopstick.

“Can’t you see…” I swallowed the food, “We have no more room for you? if you want to make friends, there are also others.” I huffed. *nom* I was fed again.

“O…oh…” She deflated. “Sorry…” She apologized but looked very reluctant to leave us.

“By the way, I heard Shoko applied to a medical cram school. She will be swamped with homework every day.” Suguru laughed.

“Shoko will be alright. She has a gift in the medical field.” I said.

“Yeah… but her explanation…” The two males remembered how she explained to them when they didn’t understand what was going on.

“It’s ‘fwoo’ and then it goes ‘hyoi’. ‘Fwoo’ and then ‘hyoi’, get it?” Shoko explained to them. The two males are emitting smoke from their brain, not understanding what she said. “You’ve got no sense in this.” She sighed.

Seems like she takes the hint and leaves us alone, for now. ~”~

End of the month, it’s a time for the school to announce the score for all students who signed up for the Marriage Lesson program. The first rank is Yae x Suguru pair. Well yeah, it’s no surprise. Satoru and I are placed in second. Not that we mind much. No matter what rank we are, it’s important to just enjoy this. It’s quite sad for Girl A and her partner that they aren’t in the top 10, but they aren’t that far, they are in 12th. Anyway, we have decided to go on a date after the score is being announced.

“Okay, now we are ready.” Satoru zipped his purple high-neck jacket on me again, while he was donning a light blue turtle neck long-sleeved sweater, black hooded fur jacket, jeans and sneakers.

It’s 10 10-minute walk from our apartment to our destination, a cat café. “Welcome.” The waitress greeted us as we stepped into the café. “Table for two?”

“Yes.” I nodded.

“Please follow me.” She giggled seeing my sweater paws. Some cats approach us and tag along to our table. “Here is your table.”

“Thank you.” I smiled, waving my sweater paws to her.

“You are very welcome. Please call one of us when you are ready to order. And here, cat food. You can feed the cat.” She giggled as she handed us a container for cat kibble.

The cats jump onto my lap and start meowing for attention. Instead of ordering I begin to play with cats. Satoru just watches with a soft indulgent smile on his lips. “Here.” I gave him a cat to play with. Satoru chuckles softly as he takes the cat from me and begins stroking the said cat. The cat purrs loudly, thoroughly enjoying it. Hearing that, some other cats begin to approach Satoru. No sooner than 5 minutes, a lot of cats are perching on Satoru’s body. Satoru laughs lightly when they seek attention by rubbing their cheeks and meowing.

“…booo…” I was the one who felt irritated now. Satoru didn’t give me any attention at all. I look at the headband on the waitress’ head. I walk to her and ask if I could borrow that. The waitress smiles as she lends me her cat headband. Now armed with a cat headband on top of my head, I go back to Satoru’s seat, gently moving the cats away and plop myself on his lap.

“Nyaa.” I looked at him as I meowed.

Satoru blinks once, twice and then chuckles as he strokes my head. “The biggest cat is here.”

“Nyaaa~~~” I grinned. But some cats are still persistent in getting his attention. “Nya!” I pouted at the cat. “Nya!” I wrapped my hand around Satoru, showing them that he was mine.

Satoru’s shoulders tremble as he suppresses his laughter. Just see how cute his future wife is, fighting with cats to get his attention.

“Nyaa~~~” The cats pulled their kitty eyes on me.

“Nya! (Still no)” I pouted.

Some cats change their tactics, instead of getting Satoru’s attention, they are trying to get my attention now. Some cats plopped in my lap and I began to nya, nya’ing and play with them. Not noticing the whole guests are now watching us while gushing ‘how cute’ some even experience blood loss due to cuteness.

“Ex…excuse me…” One of the waitresses approached us, blushing slightly. “Can…can we take a picture of you?”

I tilt my head and then nod, “Nya.” I grinned.

“Kya!” I think I heard her scream in excitement. So, I got my picture taken while sitting on Satoru’s lap, having my hands posed like a cat, with long sweater paws, the cats are crowding around us.

We stayed in the cat café longer than intended. But it’s time well spent. “Is this really the bill?” I looked at the bill, which was way cheaper than what we had ordered.

“Yes. It’s a special discount from us. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts that you healed us.” She smiled.

“Eh?” I blinked.

“Please come again. Next month, we are going to launch a new menu.” My eyes brightened at this and I looked at Satoru, batting eyelashes.

“I got it. We will come again next month.” Satoru laughed at his endearing cute lover.

“Nyaaa…” The cats are crowding around us.

“Oh, the cats seem to be sad to see you go.” The waitress said.

I bend down and look at them, “Nya! Nya nya nya (I will come next month, until then be good kids and wait)”

“Nya~~” The cats chorused. Seems like they get what I am trying to say.

“Do tell me since when did you learn cat language?” Satoru raised his brow in amusement as we stepped out from the cat café.

“Since I met the cats.” I giggled.

“…You learnt on the spot…?” His jaw dropped.

“Yep. I am amazing, aren’t I?” I walked two steps ahead and waved my sweater paws at him.

“Yeah, you are really amazing, love.” He chuckled. ~”~

It’s another normal day in school. We are in our second term already, the couple scoreboard was dominated by the invincible couple, Yae x Suguru. They place the first every month. They are called the golden couple. As for me and Satoru, we are sometimes in second or third. But the most important thing is, that we go on cat café dates every month.

Right now, I am on my way back to the classroom after being called by the teacher. “Raika.” A boy stopped me.

“Can I help you?” I looked at this unfamiliar boy. “And don’t call me by my first name. We are not close.” I frowned.

“I can call you what I like.” He said. “And, you.” He suddenly grabbed my arm, “How long do you think you are going to be stuck with Gojo? You are mine, remember?”

“…” I looked at him blankly. “I don’t even know you,” I answered.

“Heh! Are you angry that I am paired with that new girl?” He smiled in a deranged way.

“Let me go.” I shook off his hand.

“Don’t worry, I will request a partner exchange. You will soon be with me.” He licked his lip while looking at me and then he went away.

“…Sick man…” I grumbled. “How dare he touch me and wrinkle Satoru’s blazer? I am going to kick him next time I see him.” I harrumphed. ~”~

“Gojo-kun, Hisaki-san is not a good partner for you. You should have changed her while you have the chance.” Girl A came over to Satoru and suddenly said something like this to him.

“Are you crazy?” Satoru rolled his eyes as if he would believe what this girl was talking about.

“I am not. Hisaki-san is cheating on you. Look at this.” Girl A showed him a picture. A picture where Rai-chan was being held by her arm by a boy. “See, she even already agreed to exchange partners.” She continued.

“Exchanging partner needs consent from all parties involved. I will never agree, so there’s no way Rai-chan will exchange partners. Not that she will agree herself.” Satoru mumbled.

“No, but she really said it.” Girl A continued to say.

“I don’t care. You are annoying me. Get lost.” Satoru glared to her and then quickly went to see Rai-chan. Rai-chan won’t let some other people touch her easily. And that face of her clearly showed that she was surprised, angry and uncomfortable.

‘Why…why he doesn’t believe me?’ Girl A looked at his back sadly. ‘No…’ She shook her head, ‘I can’t give up yet. It’s still too early for me to give up. I will definitely make him realize that Hisaki-san is not as good as he thinks she is. Evidence, I need a lot of evidence.’ Just like that Girl A is resolving to collect the evidence of Hisaki Raika’s cheating affair. ~”~

“Rai-ch-!” I launched like a rocket to Satoru. “What’s wrong, Rai-chan? Where’s my blazer?” Satoru looked confused because I was without his usual blazer.

“A mental person touched it. it’s dirty now. He ruined your smell. I hate him.” I threw a tantrum.

“Did he do anything to you?” Satoru asked worriedly.

“He touched my arm…” I grumbled. “He also spouted some nonsense about me being his. Who does he think he is? I am no one’s.” I pouted.

“Aren’t you mine, love?”

“You are mine.” I huffed, looking at him with serious eyes (and a triangle mouth)

“…yes, that’s right, isn’t it?” Satoru smiled in relief and patted my head.

“Let’s get a new blazer for you.”

“Okay, Rai-chan.” Satoru allowed me to drag him to request a new blazer.

To appease my bad mood, Satoru cooks my favourite dinner for today and even buys some kikufukus. “Why are you still pouting, love?”

“I am still angry because he ruined your blazer. Now I can’t have sweater paws again.” I huffed.

“I still have another one.” Satoru smiled.

“But I won’t have anything to wear when it’s going to be washed,” I mumbled.

“The new blazer won’t take too long.”

“It doesn’t smell like you.” I cried.

“…” Satoru chuckled. “Come here, love.” Hearing his soft indulging voice, I crawled to him, sitting on his lap. Satoru’s hands quickly wrap around me. “I will let you wear my high-neck jacket, will that do?”

“…okay…” I nodded.

“Good girl. Now, what do you want to do? We still have time before going to sleep.”

“Silly Satoru, we still have to do our skincare routine.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, yeah. I almost forget about that.”

“I will go get them.” Not long after, I came back with the necessary cat headband towels and skincare tools and products. The two of us then do the skincare routine to each other face, giggling while putting the mask on. And now watching some rom-com movie, munching some kikufukus. ~”~

Starting the next day, I am wearing Satoru’s high-neck jacket instead of the usual blazer. The new blazer will need more time to smell like him. I thought this would be the ordinary normal day as usual.

“Hisaki-san, I want to request a partner exchange.” Girl A came over to me and said that.

“I don’t want to,” I answered lazily.

“You…you can’t be like that! Gojo-kun is too good for the likes of you.” She said and the whole class quieted down.

“Too good for me?” My mouth twitched. “So, you think he will be perfect for you?!” I glared at her menacingly. “Know your place, peasant. Who do you think you are? Your status can't even measure up to my pinky.”

“Status is not important in love!” She glared back. “Because…because Gojo-kun is my first love!”

“…You must hit your head hard.” I blinked.

“I am not! Gojo-kun is my first love! I knew it when I saw him! I still remember how he gave pudding to me when I was crying back then.” She suddenly went into her delusion.

“Satoru…gave pudding to you…?” I repeated. “There’s no way. Satoru won’t ever give sweets to someone that is not me.”

“What? You don’t believe me? Of course you are. You think you are a perfect match for him because the school paired you two up. Gojo-kun will soon remember about me and we’ll see.” She huffed haughtily.

“Where did you meet?” I frowned.

“Curious now?” She snorted. “I won’t tell you.” She smiled in triumph and went back to her seat full of pride.

‘…This girl…must be mental too…’

Satoru, Yae and Suguru came back from the faculty room. Girl A suddenly makes her way to him. “Gojo-kun, do you remember me?”

“…Who are you? Do I know you?” Satoru frowned. Yae sensing something is not right, quickly comes to my side.

“What’s wrong?”

“That girl is mental,” I answered.

“Seems so.” Yae nodded solemnly.

After school, we gathered in our apartment to discuss what happened at the time they were gone. So, I narrated to them how that girl suddenly asked for a partner exchange and said that Satoru was her first love.

Satoru makes a face at that statement. And then I continued about how Satoru gave pudding to her when she was crying. The problem is, that Satoru never left my side in our childhood until now. Wherever I was, Satoru would be there, and vice versa. We are heirs of big companies. So, we usually mingle with kids with the same status. There will be no chance that Satoru will meet her, lest giving her sweets. Satoru only ever gave me sweets.

“She must be mental.” They came to the same conclusion.

“Let’s run a background check on her,” Suguru suggested.

“Yeah, and her partner too. He harassed Rai-chan once.” Satoru nodded. After Yae and Suguru go back to their own room, I cling to Satoru like a koala, with all limbs wrapped around him tightly.

“Still angry?” Satoru hummed as he patted my head.

“I hate her.” My voice is muffled by his clothes.

“I don’t like her too.” Satoru adjusted me so I won’t fall down. “Let’s forget about her now. I want to spend time with my lovely Rai-chan.”

“I bought a new movie.” My eyes sparkled.

“You set up the movie, okay, love. I will make some snacks for us.”

“Okay.” I jumped back down, excitedly fluttering away to set up for movie night. “Hurry up, Satoru.” I pouted at the slow him.

“I’m coming.” Satoru came with various sweets and snacks and my favourite fruity-flavoured drink. I bring a blanket and pillows from our bedroom. I have a feeling we are gonna end up sleeping on the sofa, so I make it more comfortable to sleep.

“Hurry hurry.” I waved my sweater paws excitedly and crawled onto his lap the moment he sat down. As usual, Satoru’s hand automatically slips into his oversized sweater and rests on my bare stomach and I have a blanket covering us, I press play and then lean back on his chest.

“It’s a horror story?” Satoru peered down at me.

“Yep, so I can cuddle with you if I am afraid.” I beamed at him.

“That you do.” He chuckled.

Throughout the movie, I have Satoru to feed me snacks, I don’t want my sweater paws to get dirty now, do I?

“Satoru, kiss.” From time to time, I asked for a kiss instead of a snack. The problem is, for each kiss I ask, the longer the kiss will be.

“Let’s not go over PG 13, yeah,” Satoru whispered on my lips.

“But I like your kisses.” I pouted. “Why does it matter anyway? It’s not like we can’t turn off the camera anyway.” The only drawback is we won’t be getting points. That’s why we sometimes fall down in ranking. There were times we turned off the camera.

“You are being naughty today, hm.” Satoru licked his lips. His hand starts tracing a pattern on my stomach.

“Yep. But you will indulge me, won’t you?” I giggled.

“Yeah, I can’t never deny your request, love.” Satoru’s hand searched for the remote control and turned off the camera. Now we are free to do whatever we want. I giggle as I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him into tongue battling kiss.

Remember how wealthy engaged kids are using this program as trial and error for their upcoming marriage life? That’s why legal guardians were using loopholes to have their engaged kids partnered up with each other.

Satoru and I have been engaged since we were born. So, following this program is just a way for us to get used to the upcoming marriage life. Not that this helps much, we are used to each other presence so much that it will actually feel weird if we aren’t together. The two of us being together is as natural as breathing. We need each other to continue living.

Long story short, we are satisfied and happy in the morning. ~”~

The following days were pretty annoying because Girl A either pestering me to exchange partners or pestering Satoru about being her first love. We got the report on their background, and it was clearly stated that she had never met Satoru face to face. First, Satoru never went to her hometown even once. Second, there’s no way Satoru was allowed to go out alone as a kid. Three, Satoru never go anywhere without me.

So, it was clear she was delusional about Satoru being her first love. One thing concerning me is that Girl A partner who from now on I will call him Thug A. Thug A, according to the report my subordinate gave, has an unhealthy obsession with me.

‘He is mental…. What do I expect from a mental person?’ Apparently, he has a lot of pictures of me that were taken without my consent. My witty subordinate already made sure to take them as evidence. The biggest problem is he…cut up every picture of Satoru. I am worried he will do anything to my Satoru.

“You worry too much, love.” Satoru pinched my nose. As usual, we are cuddling on the sofa

“You are not allowed to get hurt. Satoru is my property.” I huffed.

“I won’t.” Satoru laughed affectionately at my declaration. “Here, eat this kikufuku.” He prodded my pouting mouth with kikufuku and I opened my mouth to eat it. “Delicious?”

“Very.” I licked my mouth clean.

“Which one is more delicious, this kikufuku or me?” Satoru traced the bottom of my lip while desire reflected in his eyes.

“You.” My tongue swirls around his thumb.

“Shall we decorate the bed with you pinned underneath me?”

“Who’s being naughty today?” I giggled.

“Me. I am being naughty today.” Satoru grinned, but his eyes softened. “You will listen to your cute, handsome, awesome fiancé’s request, won’t you?”

I jump out of his lap and Satoru looks at me with a pout. “Come here, silly. We are going to the bed, aren’t we?” Satoru’s eyes brighten up and he trails behind me like a puppy. ~”~

Another month, another cat café date. As usual, the two of us are walking to the said café. The owner said they are going to have a new menu today, named, Catoru, courtesy of me. I am in a good mood because no one is bothering us today. Girl A and Thug A are strangely quiet after being annoying for a little while.

Speaking of Thug A, since I was cornered that one time, Satoru made a point to never leave me alone. It’s either he or Yae and Suguru will be beside me, making less chance for them to do anything against me. I also make sure not to leave Satoru alone, because Girl A will pester Satoru who is her first love. She is the type that won’t hear anything aside from what she wants to hear, so explaining was useless.

“You are feeling happy today, love.” Satoru noticed the light skip I had.

“Yep. No one is bothering us.” I nodded happily, swinging our intertwined hands. I am so happy that I accidentally bumped to another person, “Oh, I am so…” I blinked as I saw a deranged smile of Girl A and pain shot through my side. “You…” I took a stab back and felt something being pulled out.

“Rai-chan!” I saw Satoru’s face turn into horror.

“It’s your fault, Hisaki-san. How dare you steal my first love. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” ~”~

When I woke up, it had been 4 days since the stabbing incident. Yae and Suguru are filling me in on what happened in these 4 days and the reason for Satoru being absent now.

First, right after the stabbing incident, Girl A was apprehended by police right away, she didn’t even retaliate, all she did was laugh at my condition. Only after she heard I was in no life-threatening danger, she became ballistic. She obviously has some mental health issues going on. She kept saying how Satoru is her first love and I was a boyfriend stealer. My and Satoru’s and even Yae’s and Suguru’s families are furious and outraged at what happened. They make sure she will stay forever in a mental hospital far far away from us.

She wouldn’t believe that Satoru was in fact never giving her a pudding or even meeting her. Seems like the truth of the story was, that she was attending the birthday of a wealthy kid in a hotel. The hotel at the same time, hosted another event for big companies which we attended. Girl A tried to follow us after being attracted to Satoru. Of course, security wouldn’t let her pass. Her parents were also on the scene. She then threw a tantrum right there and then, but then a boy around her age suddenly gave him his pudding so she would stop crying.

“Don’t cry. Here, you can have my pudding.”

It’s apparent that Girl A’s mind was not normal, her mind conjured that the one who gave her the pudding was Satoru, or at least the boy looked like Satoru. Hence, she believes wholeheartedly that Satoru was her first love.

And since they are getting rid of trouble, they pull out all of the roots. Thug A’s assault also made its way to our parents’ ears. Backed up with the stalking evidence, he was taken to court with legal action. There’s also a possibility of attempted murder going by the fact he wrote hateful comments and even planned a murder plan to kill Satoru.

His stalking and harassment warrant him a maximum of two years, but adding to the attempted murder charge, he will be added for 4 years, which will total six years. But no worries, a lot can happen inside the prison. Satoru made sure he wouldn’t be appearing anymore along with the girl. Papa and Mama won’t just stay quiet after seeing their daughter being stalked and stabbed now, will they?

Safe to say, Girl A and Thug A, along with their families will forever disappear from Earth soon. Now, Satoru is finalizing the whole matter, so he is absent.

“He should be back soon. Don’t pout.” Suguru pinched my nose.

“Because… I want to see Satoru the first thing I woke up.” I sulked.

“Rai-chan!!!!”

“Here he is.” Yae smiled.

“Satoru!” A big grin adorned my face. “Hug.” I extended my hands. What I want, is what I get. I want a hug, then a big smothering hug is what I get.

“Satoru, don’t use too much force. Rai-chan’s side is still hurting.” Suguru reminded.

“It still hurt?” Satoru pulled back and asked worriedly.

“A little. So, you have to tenderly care for me until I recover.” I nodded.

“Even after you recover, I will still tenderly care for you, love.” Satoru grinned.

“Heheheh. I know.” I gave him a silly smile.

“Rai-chan. You have woken up!!!”

“Ah, Mama and Papa. Oh, Aunties and Uncles are here too.” I waved to them, I poked my head to see my parents along with the others’ parents all crowding my VVIP room.

“You scared us to death, Rai-chan.” They frowned.

“Sorry.” I smiled.

“But it’s good that you are fine now.”

“Yep, I am fine now. Satoru said he’s going to give a lot of love to me.” I giggled.

“Rai-chan…about staying in apartment…” Mama opened her mouth.

“Mama, I want to stay there with Satoru. Because I can finally live alone with Satoru. I don’t want it to end yet.” I whined.

“You two are going to live together forever anyway.” Mama rolled her eyes.

“I know. If I stay with Satoru now then my time spent with Satoru will be considered longer.” I wanted to flail my arms, but my side would be hurting, so I won’t do it today.

“Satoru spoiled you too much.” Mama pinched my nose.

“Because Satoru loves me.” I huffed. “Like you are one to talk Mama. I still remember you two make all of us,” I gestured to Yae, Suguru and Satoru. “,play dates so you could have time to be spoiled and spoiling Papa, no? Aunties and Uncles are also guilty as charged.” I rolled my eyes.

My childhood friends and fiancé laugh at this while the older generations are blushing while clearing their throats. In the end, I will be staying in the apartment until the Marriage Lesson program finished, which is also means our high school graduation. ~”~

“Satoru.”

“Yes, love?”

“I want to be spoiled a lot today.”

“How do you want to be spoiled today?”

I grin mischievously as I whisper into his ear, “Down there, using your mouth, on the bed.” No sooner than the sentence was finished, I was carried to the bedroom. My giggle echoed until the bedroom was closed and locked.

The good thing is, that the apartment is well-soundproofed all around, especially the bedroom.

[mysticdragon3md3]

Mom and Daughter Cosplay 💕 #spyfamily #demonslayer #anime #cosplay #cosp... by wolflovesyou

[makenna-made-this]

Okkkkkk so where is Chicken Miku?

Anon the way i dropped everything when i saw this

HATSUNE BEAK-U

(based on the Onagadori chicken breed)

[nouverx]

*proceeds to drink the whole bottle*

Yeah Alastor you're gonna be loved and appreciated wether you want it or not :)

[batsandbirdbrains]

I want a season 1 yj fic where no one on the team knows who Batman and Robin are behind the masks. Wally is friends with Robin, but he only knows him as Robin, and he’s never seen him without the mask or without his sunglasses.

And Dick thinks they’re all friends. Sure, they don’t know his name or half of his life, but they know him. He thinks of them as some of his best friends. He doesn’t actually have a whole lot of friends. He has Barbara, but she doesn’t know about Robin. And he has Bette, but she’s his cousin, so she doesn’t really count.

So when he walks into the lounge area in Mount Justice one day and hears most of the team talking shit about Dick Grayson, who was just shown on TV with Bruce Wayne because there was a big charity gala last night, he’s trying so hard not to get upset. Because they’re making fun of him. They’re talking shit about him. They don’t even know Dick Grayson, but they’re saying such mean things about him.

“I’ve seen him around school, he’s such a snob,” Artemis complains. “His hair is always gelled so obnoxiously and his uniform is always perfect, and,” she snorts, “he’s captain of the mathletes. What a dork.”

Alfred insists on his uniform always being perfectly ironed and his shirt being tucked in. He gets the longest lectures whenever he gets a detention or a pink slip for his uniform being out of line.

And Bruce has been doing Dick’s hair before school since Dick started going to school. He’d been so nervous the first time, because he was eight and he’d been homeschooled in the circus and he’d never been to a real school before, so Bruce did Dick’s hair just like his, and it made him feel so much better. Dick does his own hair mostly now that he’s older, but he mostly sticks with how Bruce first showed him. It’s easy. It’s a classic style. It makes him feel a little less nervous.

And who cares if he’s captain of the mathletes? Bruce insists it will look good on college applications. You can never start preparing too early. Plus, Gotham Academy is full of nerds, it’s far from the dorkiest club on campus. He’s mostly only on the team because his math teacher insisted.

He’s lingering in the hallway, just before the doorway to the lounge, leaning against the wall as he listens in on their conversation.

“He’s obviously a publicity stunt,” Wally snorts, and Dick can hear him stuffing chips in his mouth. “Was Bruce Wayne getting bad press when he first adopted him or something? I always thought it was weird he just plucked a kid from out of nowhere.”

“I thought he was from the circus?” Conner asks, but he actually sounds confused, curious.

The question only makes Wally and Artemis laugh louder, and even M’gann is giggling now. Dick feels like his heart just dropped into his stomach.

“The whole thing is so weird,” Artemis laughs. “Bruce Wayne takes him out like he’s some sort of little accessory, it’s so weird.”

“They are a pretty weird pair, aren’t they?” Wally laughs.

“I mean, the kid seems like a pain in the ass,” Artemis says, and Dick can just tell from the way she says it that she’s smirking. “I don’t know if I’d feel that bad if their whole father-son schtick was all for the camera. Brucie probably treats him like a toy he can just put back on the shelf when he’s done playing with him. He’s probably nothing but a charity case.”

Dick can hear someone pushing Artemis into the side of the couch, but he can tell they’re still all laughing and joking around. Dick feels like his breath is caught in his throat.

“That’s a horrible thing to say,” Conner says.

“Oh, come on, Conner,” Artemis huffs. “I’m only kidding.”

“It’s not something to kid about,” Conner says. “He’s a real person. They’re both real people. You know nothing about them.”

“I know that he struts around school like he owns the place!”

“Does he really?” M’gann gasps.

He can hear Artemis, Wally, and M’gann all continuing to gossip together, to laugh about his photos that Artemis is pulling up on her phone. He can hear Conner mutter something about them being childish, and then get up towards the kitchen area.

The hand on his shoulder startles him, and he’s so mad at himself for not hearing Kaldur walking up behind him.

“Robin, is everything alright?” Kaldur asks, and his voice is so gentle, so concerned.

“M’fine,” Dick chokes out. “M’just, I - I’m gonna go, actually. Can’t stay for training today.”

“Are you not feeling well?”

“Just…feeling a little sick. I’ll be fine.”

Conner has since walked into the hallway too, and he’s looking at Dick all concerned now too. But Dick feels like everything is too hot and he can’t breathe right and he’s suddenly so upset, and he can’t stay here anymore knowing that half of his friends are sitting just a few feet away, making fun of him.

Dick rushes back home, and he finds Bruce sitting in his office going over some WE paperwork. Bruce is surprised he’s home so soon, but holds onto Dick tightly when he falls into his lap.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks, squeezing Dick tight. “Did something happen at training? Are you hurt?”

“People are mean,” Dick mumbles into Bruce’s shoulder. “They were watching something about the gala from last night. Didn’t wanna stick around.”

“Oh, Dickie,” Bruce sighs, because this isn’t exactly the first time Dick has heard people he thinks are his friends talking about him behind his back, even if this is the first time it’s people who don’t realize they know him talking about him.

“They called me a publicity stunt,” Dick says, pressing himself closer to Bruce. “And a charity case.”

“You aren’t either of those things,” Bruce says, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “You’re my son, no matter what anyone else says.”

“I know.”

Bruce sighs again, resting his cheek on top of Dick’s head. They’re both quiet for a moment, Bruce swiveling side to side in the chair a bit.

“I know it’s difficult,” Bruce tells him. “But how about I put these papers away, and we go watch a movie before Alfred has dinner ready?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Or we can go down to the cave and we can train a bit, if you’d rather do that?”

“I kinda wanna hit something,” Dick mumbles. “But can we watch a movie after dinner?”

“We’ll do whatever you want, chum.”

Dick continues to cling to Bruce while he straightens up his desk, but he hops up and rushes over to the clock to go down to the cave. Black Canary eventually calls the cave to ask Batman if Robin is alright, because she missed him at training and no one could tell her why he left, but he just tells her that Robin wanted to train with him today.

Later that night after dinner, Dick is cuddled up next to Bruce in his favorite family room, a movie playing in the background, and Dick falls asleep like that. Bruce doesn’t disturb him. They both end up falling asleep on the couch, and Bruce decides to take the next day off and to keep Dick home from school so they can spend the day together.

[crikey01]

"i'm not taking you to hell, angel... i don't think you'd like it"

our beloved, bildad the shuhite

[mysticdragon3md3]

JayVik

Source: https://x.com/ tradingMaxiSL/status/1874292496429461583?t=XMWW_aIxS8n98r-tEvEAKg&s=19

[ihopeicanchangethislater05]

OKAY TIME TO GO FERAL.

why did NO one tell me about this picture

and for fucks sake look at robert in his glasses i am so unwell right now

A PERSON WHO HAS WATCHED BIRTHMARKS AT LEAST 15 TIMES NOW CAN TELL YOU THATS FROM HOUSE'S DAD'S FUNERAL

edit: im crazy asf about birthmarks so you should know this is the everyday normal for me

[evolnoomym]

For a Fluffy, sweet and soft start to the day, I recommend reading the treat that Dev brought to us ❤️❤️❤️

All I ask is where is my own personal Mr. Bakery Man??? 🥺😨🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Mr. Bakery Man

baker!joel miller x f!reader

rating: none

synopsis: it’s not every day you get to move from nyc to austin for your job and relish in a pleasant change of pace. it’s also not every day that you discover a cute family owned bakery in the heart of austin—and it’s definitely not every day that you meet the owner and fall head over heels for him.

warnings: this is pure, innocent tooth-rotting fluff ; fun flirting, we’ll call this one a hallmark type beat lol, sarah and ellie are both in this, joel is down bad in this (but so is reader), no use of y/n.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this was supposed to be for @punkshort’s au writing challenge but i’m hella late on it. life has been crazy lately, but thanks for sticking with me during my unintentional hiatus 🤍

Moving from New York City to Austin Texas had been an oddity in life’s recent escapades. 

Your job had asked if anyone in your department was willing to do the big move because the office in Austin needed a strong journalist on their growing team. With the rest of your colleagues having kids and spouses, nobody was interested in uprooting their whole life to move to a completely different state. 

You, on the other hand, wanted to get out of New York. You yearned for new opportunities, and when this one arose, you didn’t hesitate to tell your boss you were interested. 

You’d been slowly settling into Austin, getting used to life in another city with a completely different atmosphere. You were grateful your new colleagues were all very nice and welcoming. 

The one thing you’d say you missed dearly back in New York City, though, was this amazing bakery off of Fifth you’d frequent before work. Their coffee and croissants were delicious, which is what led you to go on a Google hunt to see what bakeries were good around here in Austin. 

One caught your eye immediately—Sarah & Ellie’s— with five star reviews and multiple photos of all the sweets they had to offer. It was a cozy little café and bakery mixed into one with a homey, warm vibe and cute decorations. You mapped it to see how long it would take you to get to the place, and to your luck, it was only a ten minute walk from your apartment complex. So, you decided you were going to go first thing in the morning before work. 

And for some reason, you felt excited to try a new place. Maybe it was a sign of finally getting used to living in a completely different state, fifteen hundred miles away from your old life. 

You luckily got used to being an early riser, so once morning had rolled around, you were up n’ at ‘em by six thirty. You left your house around seven, making your way down to Sarah & Ellie’s. 

The shop felt more homey than it looked online. As soon as you stepped in, there was already a short line of customers and a waft of delicious baked goods and coffee that filled your senses. You suddenly yearned for a home you’d never even been to. 

You stood in line and observed the menu, deciding on sticking with a classic chocolate croissant and latte for the time being. You wanted to see if this place held a candle up to the place off of Fifth. 

The older gentleman in front of you greeted the cashier with a bright smile, and she immediately typed in an order. 

“Hey Randy, how’s it going?” 

“Hey sweet pea. Just here for my usual mornin’ coffee and danish,” he says, handing the girl a ten dollar bill. She counts out the change and closes the register with her hip before returning his beaming smile to him. “Tell your old man to stop workin’ so damn hard. Cheryl says I need to lay off the sweets once in a while, but I can’t do that if all his baked goods are too delicious to resist.” Randy pats his stomach with a satisfied hum, and the girl laughs. 

“I’ll be sure to pass on the message. Have a good one!” 

After she waves him off, she locks eyes with you and gives you the same beaming smile as you stepped up to the register. 

“What can I get ya, Miss?” she asks, tone cheery and light. 

“I’ll take a chocolate croissant and a latte, please.” 

She nods and rings in your order, grabbing a cup to write your name on it. 

“Not to intrude or anything, but are you new ‘round here?” Her tone is still light, laced with pure curiosity as the sharpie pen hovers over the latte cup. 

You gave her a smile and nodded meekly, “I am.” 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Sarah.” 

You give her your name and her smile never wavers, scribbling your name on the cup. 

“Let me get that chocolate croissant for you—” she started, but was accidentally cut off by a man opening the door that separated the front of the café from the back. 

“Hey babydoll, do we have anymore—” the man stops abruptly, eyes landing on you. A black apron adorned his clearly thick and strong physique, flour dusted on his hands and arms. He was tall, and had a sweet glint in his brown eyes that made warmth flood your whole body. He had a head full of thick brown curls with grays strewn in here and there, and the mustache along with the stubble on his chin mirrored the streaks in his hair.

He instantly gave off a charming aura, and when he smiled at you, you were a goner. 

“Hello Miss. Don’t think we’ve ever met before,” he says, dusting his hands off on the apron before extending one to you. His Southern accent dripped like thick, pure honey, and it made your skin burn hot. 

You couldn’t hold back your smile when you reached your hand out to shake his. It might’ve sounded cliché as hell, but the sudden surge you got from just touching him made every single cell in your body alert, yearning for more. 

“I’m new in the city,” you explain, “Just moved here not too long ago.” 

“Ah, makes sense. Think I’d remember ya even if you didn’t come in often.” 

You’re taken aback by his words. Was he… flirting? You felt your face heat, and your eyes nervously flit to the glass case full of delicious looking pastries. Well, if he was flirting, there’s no harm in doing it back… right? 

“Me coming in often depends,” you find yourself grinning like a fool, “Do your pastries taste as good as they look and smell?” 

“They’re the best in Austin,” he winks, and with that, murmurs something to Sarah before giving you one last smile before walking to the back again. 

Sarah can’t help but giggle as she hands you your croissant. “It’s on the house,” she waves her hand as you pull out your wallet, and you stop short to give her a confused look. She clocks the expression on your face and grins. “Dad said.” 

“That’s your dad?” You didn’t mean to pry, you were just taken aback. 

“Mhm. Family owned and operated bakery,” you immediately hear the pride in her voice, and you can’t help but smile. “I’ll have your latte out in a minute.” 

You grin and nod, stepping over to the other side of the counter. You decided to take a bite of your croissant while you waited for your latte, and god, it was the best pastry you think you’d ever had. The croissants on Fifth had nothing against these gooey, decadent, flaky treats. 

You nearly had to hold back a moan, and the man—Randy, you think—laughed beside you. 

“Good, ain’t they?” he asks, and you nodded expeditiously. 

“Probably the best croissant I’ve ever had.” 

Randy nods in agreement, “Miller’s the best baker in Austin. Been comin’ here since his girls were little.” 

And you finally figured that Ellie must be his other daughter. It warmed your heart that he’d name his place after his two girls, clearly his pride and joy. 

“That’s so nice,” you say, and give him a quick wave goodbye when his order is called out. 

“Hopefully I’ll see you again soon,” Randy shot you a smile before taking a sip of his drink, and you nod at him with a smile before you turn your attention to your name being called out. Sarah handed you your drink and you thanked her, taking a cautious sip. 

Even the latte was superb. You were one hundred percent sold on this place, and maybe even a little smitten with the owner. 

Yeah, you’d definitely be coming back. 

-

A month passes by before you know it, and you’re now deemed an honorable regular at Sarah & Ellie’s. You’ve met Ellie, who was a total opposite of her sister—but you loved both of their personalities all the same. You learned that Ellie was going to art school and you promised her you’d buy a commissioned piece. 

Sarah was going to school for business, studying to take over the bakery one day, and possibly even expand it as a franchise. You told her you’d be at the grand opening the day that it happens. 

As for the owner, Mr. Miller—or, Mr. Bakery Man, you teasingly called him—kept the flirting subtle but fun. You looked forward to the playful banter you two’d exchange, and it always earned a raised brow and a not-so-subtle smirk from either Sarah or Ellie. 

Unbeknownst to you, they’d tease their father about the ‘crush’ he had on the pretty regular that came in and how he should buck up and ask you on a date. 

And he planned to do just that. When you went in on a Saturday morning, you were surprised to see him working the front counter instead of one of the girls. 

“Well if it isn’t Mr. Bakery Man,” you say, and he runs a hand through his hair. 

“In the flesh,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“Girls didn’t come in today?” You lean up against the counter as he grabs a latte cup, writing your name out on it. He hesitates for a moment, but continues to write on it before setting it down on the opposite countertop. 

“Nah. Sarah was up late doing homework and it’s Ellie’s turn to have Saturday off.”

You nod in understanding, pulling out your wallet. He stops you and shakes his head, and you scoff. 

“You have to let me pay, Mr. Miller. You can’t keep giving me these discounts.” 

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’,” his smile was shy, and he was fidgety—almost like he was scared. Right when you opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, he cut you off. 

“Would you wanna go on a date with me?” His words were rushed, and your heart melted at how nervous he sounded. 

You paused your movements completely, meeting those warm brown eyes that made you feel so safe. 

“I’d love to,” you answered, and relief visibly washed over his features. 

“Great. I, uh, wrote my name and number on your cup. Hope you don’t mind,” he says, and you have to bite back a smile. Then you suddenly realized you never even knew this man’s first name. You’d just stuck with calling him the nickname you gave him, or by his last name. 

You took the cup from him gingerly as he finished making your drink a few minutes later, and turned it in your hand to see his name and number scrawled on the side as promised. 

Joel. 

The name fit the gorgeous man in front of you. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, and your palm landed on his insanely toned bicep with reassurance. 

He stared at you, the warmth in his eyes nearly making you weak in the knees. 

“I promise I’ll call you,” you say, giving his bicep a soft squeeze. Your hand falls to your side again before grabbing the croissant from the counter that you didn’t notice until now, and you eagerly took a bite. 

Joel wanted to laugh at the chocolate on the side of your mouth as you tilted the pastry toward him. He restrained himself from reaching up and wiping it from your mouth, but you beat him to it by using your knuckle to wipe it off. 

“Compliments to the chef.” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows. 

He couldn’t help but admire your playful side, ecstatic that you agreed to go out with him. 

“Anythin’ for you darlin’,” he said, and you left the bakery that day with a smile on your face that you couldn’t wipe. 

That night, you found yourself pacing back and forth in your apartment as you chewed on your bottom lip. Your phone was clutched in your hand, keypad open and ready to dial. Your other hand had the empty coffee cup with his name and number. 

You didn’t know why you were battling this in your head. Is it weird? Is it too late to call him? No—No, it’s not weird. He’s the one who asked you out, after all. 

Fuck it. 

You sighed as you dialed the number on the cup, pressing the phone up to your ear. Within seconds, Joel’s deep voice rang through the other line. 

“Hello?” He sounded a bit tired, voice hoarse from what had to be a long day. 

“Hey Mr. Bakery Man,” you said in hopes of lifting his spirits even in the slightest. 

His deep chuckle that sounded through the receiver had a warmth blooming in your chest. Even his laugh alone made you feel good inside—like a cup of hot cocoa in your hands on a cold night while you’re in your pajamas sitting fireside. 

Did it sound kind of insane? Sure. Did you care? No. 

The feelings you’d felt toward him almost blindsided you, but something in your gut told you that Joel would be a constant in your life from here on out. 

“Hey darlin’. How’s your day been?” He asks. 

“Good, good,” you pause for a moment, “So about that date…” 

“I was thinkin’ some dinner? Friday night at seven?” 

“That’s perfect. I can’t wait.” 

-

Friday night rolled around, and Joel was kicking himself for not exactly having a plan B. For some reason, the reservations he made got mixed up and you couldn’t be seated. 

You assured him that it was okay, and that his presence was enough for you to enjoy yourself. 

You both decided to get some pasta to-go and eat your food at a park nearby. Even though you both were dressed to the nines and didn’t exactly blend in, you couldn’t care less. You were enjoying your time with him and getting to know the amazing man that he is. 

He opened up and talked about how Sarah and Ellie were both his pride and joy, how he had Sarah really young and adopted Ellie later on, how he sometimes helped his brother Tommy in the contracting business, and how he’s loved to bake in the kitchen with his mom ever since he was a young boy. 

“Didn’t really think I’d make a career out of it,” he confesses. 

“Looks like it worked out for you really well though,” you nudge his side gently. You were settled onto a bench with him then, closer to each other than anticipated. Neither of you said a word, though. 

Being by Joel’s side radiated nothing but safety and comfort. It felt natural, like you two were meant to find your way to each other. 

“Guess so. ‘S funny though. I meet new people every day because of the bakery and, forgive me ‘f this is too bold to say, but meeting you has completely thrown me off my game,” he chuckles, and you furrow your brows. 

“What do you mean?” You try not to feign hurt in your tone, but he wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you into his warm body. You’re engulfed in his scent, and you could stay here forever, you thought to yourself. 

“Don’t mean it as a bad thing, sweetheart. I mean you’ve been on my mind constantly, and truth be told, I didn’t think you’d ever agree to go on this date with me. ‘M not really one to put myself out there and go on dates, but somethin’ about you made me want to get to know ya more,” he explained, and you nodded your head in understanding. 

“I get it. I didn’t know what to expect when I moved out here. I always buried myself in work and didn’t pay much attention to dating someone, but I’d like to say this turn of events has been pleasant.” 

He can’t help but grin foolishly at your words. 

“‘M glad it worked out this way too. Y’know my girls pushed me to ask you out? Not that I didn’t want to in the first place, but ‘m… not very good at this,” he waves his hand to the side.  

You could easily picture Sarah and Ellie giving Joel a hard time, hounding him to ask you out. 

“Your girls know what’s best,” you tease, and he can’t help but let out a hearty laugh. “But you’re doing just fine, Mr. Miller. I promise.” 

“Even if I goofed and our reservation got messed up?” 

“Joel, I wouldn’t care if you took me to Whataburger for a date. It’s the company that matters,” you say, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush. 

“Where have you been all my life?” His question sounded like it was meant to be directed just to himself, but you leaned in and gave his cheek a kiss. 

“Probably in New York City,” you shrugged. 

“You and your sarcasm,” he said, shoulders shaking from laughing. 

“Hey, you’re the one who asked me out. That’s on you,” and Joel couldn’t help the pride that bloomed within his chest. 

“Sure did. What do ya say? Wanna head back to the bakery for a cup of coffee and croissant?” 

“What, like a nightcap, but sweet?” You grinned, and he nods. 

“Somethin’ like that.” 

“I’d love to.” 

Joel offered you his arm and you wrapped your hand around his bicep, staying close to him as you both walked back to his truck. 

It didn’t take long to get back to the bakery. Joel made you some coffee with creamer and sugar while he drank his black. He made you a croissant too as promised, and you couldn’t help but gush to him about how you loved his baking. You’d tried a few other things off the menu since you started coming into the shop, but the croissants were what stole your heart. 

You and him sat there for what seemed like hours just talking and getting to know each other on a deeper level. You told him about your family, your dreams and aspirations, what made you want to become a journalist, and what drove you to reach your goals. 

He loved that you were so ambitious—he didn’t come across too many people these days that seemed to know exactly what they wanted in life. You impressed him, and as he sat across from you listening to you talk about work, he knew you were the woman for him. 

He would’ve deemed himself crazy not even a few months ago for thinking such a thing, but hell, if you know you know. 

So the months passed by, and you two became inseparable.

Both of you didn’t think you’d meet someone like this, let alone someone you both could see sharing a life with. This man, all kind hearted and selfless and a big teddy bear who treated you like a goddess, was the man that swept you off your feet and made you see that work isn’t everything life had to offer. 

You took that leap of faith to move to Austin, not knowing the outcome it would have. But, you sure as hell were so glad that it happened. That this thing with Joel happened. You were decently happy with your life before you met him and let him in, but now, you felt as if you’d been on cloud nine for months. 

You were helping Joel close up the bakery one Sunday evening when he turned to you and confessed that he loved you, and he couldn’t imagine his life without you. Neither could the girls. You’d changed him for the better, even if it hadn’t even been a year of knowing each other. 

You’d said it right back to him, and with flour still lingering on his hands, he’d grabbed your face and kissed you like you were the air his lungs needed, the blood to keep his heart pumping, and his god-given solace. 

And you thought, this was exactly where you were meant to be—safe in his arms, full of love, with a whole lifetime with him to look forward to. 

He was it for you. You'd won the heart of the charming Southern gentleman—your Mr. Bakery Man. 

dividers by @saradika-graphics

p.s. sorry if this sucked i’m genuinely so rusty w writing rn. thanks for understanding <3

[theobservatory]

｡⁠☆Loser Boyfriend｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Cw: one use of "her", Mina calls you girl once, embarrassment, fluff, humor, rookie!prohero!deku

"Izuku, dude, no offense, but how did you land that?"

Izuku turns to Denki, looking just as lost as he does. There's a little flush on his cheeks and a wide eyed expression on his face. The boy looks like a confused baby dear, which truly only adds to Denki's confusion.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Teach me your ways." Denki says, comically whipping out a notepad from his pants pocket. "Did you grovel? Cry? Feed her a love potion but disguise it as juice so that she would drink it, but have no clue what it was?"

"N-No of course not!... And I'm pretty sure that would be illegal anyway..."

Denki shrugs, "Hey I don't know your life. You could be into some weird shit on the down low, you seem the type!"

Izuku responds with an eye roll. If anyone 'seems the type' it's Mineta and Denki himself. They turn back towards you instead of continuing the conversation. You're still in the same position you were in before; fully leaned over the back of the couch, legs closed with one slightly hanging in the air, while the rest of you is inside Mina's personal space giggling at something she's showing you on her phone.

You're in some cute little outfit that Izuku helped you pick out, a rare case, since Izuku still wears almost exclusively punny t-shirts and sweats. The only reason he helped is because it's your first time meeting his friends and former classmates, you just wanted to make sure the outfit wasn't too little or too much. This is not to say he was much help.

Izuku feels almost entranced by you, and you're not even looking at him. You haven't glanced his way since Mina took your attention, actually. Izuku could start pouting if he wasn't too busy ogling your backside. He's so busy he misses the picture Denki snaps at the enraptured look on his face.

"C'mon man, let's go raid the snacks before Kaachan forces us to leave the kitchen."

Denki's arm around Izuku's shoulder shakes him out of his stupor and he nods in agreement, not really having heard what he said at all. He allows Denki to lead him to the kitchen with only minimal glancing behind his back, just to get a little more time to soak in your image.

But he doesn't expect your eyes to catch. He has no time to prepare for the heat in his pink cheeks to spread to his ears, no time to prepare for your smile to make his heart thump in his chest. It makes him lightly stumble in his steps and turn to face forward again, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Oh, Izu! Can you come back for just a sec?"

Izuku breaks out of Denki's hold with not a single lick of hesitation, embarrassment be damned. His world shortens and zooms in when you talk, the feeling of embarrassment, as well as Denki's voice, becomes muffled in the face of it. None of that matters if you're the one who needs him.

"Look at this picture Mina has of you!"

It's the picture All Might took of him before he bulked up. The one where he's dirty and sweating and crying after trying to haul a fridge across a beach. Izuku thinks he might die. Where did she even get that picture?

His face must say a lot, because both you and Mina burst out laughing. You're trying to reassure him, but you're laughing so hard you're struggling to gain a breath to string words together. If the floor swallowed Izuku whole right now, he would be grateful. It was a terrible idea to bring you to meet his classmates, especially a gossip like Mina.

"Oh, baby no, don't look like that!" You gasp, placing a hand on his shoulder. It's not nearly as comforting as you're trying to make it be.

"Izuku you look like a total loser, good thing you gained some muscle there, pipsqueak!" Mina chortles.

"Oh stop it! He doesn't look like a... Loser... I think it's cute!"

"Keep telling yourself that!"

Izuku has never considered the merits of getting hit by a bus before, now is a better time than ever to start.

Your arms wrap around him, and he instinctually hugs you back. You press your still smiling face into his chest, and turn towards Mina, still a little breathless.

"It's okay Izuku, I'll protect you from Mina's mean words." You giggle.

Mina is quick to start booing you, but Izuku doesn't miss the picture of him being sent to an unsaved number in her phone. Oh she's going to get it next time they spare together, and he will make absolutely sure it is soon. She doesn't get to run away from the enemy she has created today.

"Whose side are you even on, girl?" Mina huffs playfully, turning back to her phone and sitting back down on the couch.

The party goes smoothly after that, mostly because Izuku doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night. He refuses to let any of his other classmates show you blackmail. Even when you go to the bathroom he stands right outside the door, waiting for you to come back. At one point during the night Katsuki told him he looks like a stray puppy, and before he could deny it, you responded, "it's cute, part of his charm". He elected to ignore the way it made his chest puff out.

He likes to believe you think of him less as a puppy and more of a guard dog. He will not be confirming or denying this with you.

Before long, the party is over. Despite the little mishap with Mina earlier, he's satisfied. You were both fed well, and you very clearly had a good time with his friends, so he considers the night a success. He knew that you'd been nervous about the whole thing, his reassurances hadn't done much to sway you, but you had a great time. Just like he said you would.

As he's pulling the car out of the driveway, you turn to him, a mischievous smile spread across your face. Izuku hopes you don't notice how heavily he swallows when you look at him, your expression is making him nervous.

"Mina sent me that picture of you."

The car lurches as he slams on the brakes. "She gave you her phone number?! Noo she's gonna show you how much of a loser I am!" He whines, putting his head into the steering wheel.

"Izu, my love, you are a bonafide prohero who's about to hit the top 30 barely two years out of highschool, you are not a loser."

Izuku turns to you with a wobbly smile, forehead still lying on the steering wheel. "U-Uhm no, I totally am. Hero work aside."

You giggle, his heart stutters again.

"Well you're my loser then."

"Yours?" Izuku flushes.

"Mine."

And well, being a loser isn't so bad if it means he gets to be yours. Your boyfriend. Your guard dog. Your puppy. Your loser. Your anything. He can be anything, as long as he's yours.

Love men who are losers and very smitten for their sweethearts, what can I say

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figure skating set right now please. thanks