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jgreaxcfdszx · 3 years

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“And there was only one bed” ft. Akiteru

fluff, fem!reader

~1237 words~

A/n: let's pretend akiteru and you work at a 9-5 job

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Akiteru looked to Y/n after seeing the singular bed in their shared hotel room. "I can call them to go and change our ro-"

"No it's fine, they're probably stuffed anyways." Y/n sighed as she put her bag on the floor, checking around the place. "Dang, I've never seen a shower like that before."

The two co-workers were on a company vacation which consisted of them staying at a hotel in their area for the night. Their boss, Kyou Yamasaki, thought of it as a "big sleepover" where they could carpool back to work in the morning.

Akiteru sat down on a spinning chair, resisting shutting his eyes and falling asleep right there. Yamasaki tired them all out from making them walk to the hotel from work.

Y/n looked over to Akiteru, motioning towards the bathroom. "Hey, I'm going to take a shower real quick, okay?" He nodded, his eyelids faltering. She sighed, leaning against the wall. "You know, if you're tired you can always just sleep in the bed-"

He opened his eyes slightly while he shook his head. "I need to shower anyways."

"Oh, well then I'll try not to keep you waiting." She smiled before leaving him alone.

Akiteru had known Y/n for a while, and they had gotten closer due to Yamasaki's antics. He's been wanting to know her better, and one could argue that a sleepover in the same bed would be a great way to do that.

He didn't really like the idea at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he played into the idea of Y/n's arms wrapped around his waist as he hid his face in her neck, her thigh hooked over his.

He stretched up at the sound of the water turning off, knowing that he would have to get up soon. Y/n quickly changed and brushed her teeth in the bathroom before stepping out. "Shower's ready," She stated as she went to go put her old clothes away.

Akiteru stepped into the shower, turning on the already-warm water and quickly rinsing himself off before getting ready for bed. He used the towel to dry his hair out of the best of his ability before going over to his bag.

Y/n was sitting down in the chair he previously sat on, scrolling through her phone. Once she noticed that he was there, she put it down and spun to face him. "Thanks for keeping the seat warm."

He chuckled. "It's one of my talents."

"So, do you want the bed?" Y/n asked.

"Well if I took it, then where would you go?" She lifted her legs up onto the chair. "You can't just sleep on a chair."

"I don't know, it's pretty comfy." She shrugged as she patted the seat. "I mean, it's still pretty from when your butt made out with it-"

"Y/n!" He shushed her as they both laughed.

"No but seriously, what are we going to do about the bed." They both looked at the queen-sized mattress.

"...Why don't we just share it then? It's big enough for both of us."

Akiteru shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that's fine."

"Okay, before we get into bed, do you drool and/or sleepwalk?" He shook his head. "Do you kick?" He shook it again. "Bite? Hit?"

"No, I don't do anything weird in my sleep. Do you?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well then that's good." He got out his charger, plugging it into the outlet nearest to the bed. "Do you want to get in first? I have to get something really quickly."

"Oh, sure!" Y/n walked over to the bed and laid down on the left side, bringing her knees up slightly as she watched him.

Akiteru tried not to make eye contact with her as he got underneath the right side of the cover, turning to face the wall in front of him. "Good night."

"Good night, Aki." She sighed and closed her eyes, her head resting against the back of her hand.

"It's cold in here, isn't it?" Akiteru noted as he turned around to face her.

"Yeah, I don't think their heater is working because of the amount of people here."

"Are you fine, or do I need to go ask if we can get som-" He put a hand on her elbow.

She hissed, taking it in between hers and warming it up. "I think you're the one who's not fine."

"No, I'm always like this." He lied, curling his toes. "You just seem very cold right now, and I don't think Yamasaki would be very happy if you came to work tomorrow with a cold."

She laughed, putting her hands back under her head. "It's not that cold in here."

"Here, if you're really that cold, I think I have something that you can-" She started getting up from her spot.

He grabbed her arm. "No, it's fine."

She stared at him for a while before laying back down on the bed. "Fine. But if you are ever actually cold, tell me."

"I'm sure I will." He said, chuckling. "Good night Y/n."

"Good night."

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Akiteru squinted after seeing the sun blasting through the curtains, the strong air conditioning blowing the fabric apart. He hid his face in Y/n's chest, wrapping his arms around her.

Wait a minute- He felt her head resting on top of his and her arms wrapped around his waist. He decided to go back to sleep, dreading the awkwardness that would soon come.

Y/n let out a moan as she woke up, pressing closer to her pillow. Her eyes fluttered open once she realized her pillow was very much Akiteru-shaped. "Huh? Oh my- oh I'm so sorry!"

She tried to move away and give him some space, but the half-asleep man pulled her back to him. Y/n tapped his head repeatedly while she called out his name.

"What?" He feigned obliviousness as he moved away from her chest and laid on the pillow. He looked up at her. "What happened?"

"Y-you were sleeping on me," She became flustered and looked away. "Sorry about that."

"It's not your fault Y/n, it probably happened because of how cold it was."

"Yeah." She checked the time. "We have like 2 hours before work, do you want to start getting ready?"

"Let's just sleep in for a bit, we have some time." He turned to his side, waiting for her to return back to their previous position.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She laid back down under the covers before flinching. "Jeez, it's so cold! You know what, you do that, I'm going to go get some breakfast."

Akiteru sat up, his elbows pointing outwards as he used his arms to support himself. "I can come with you if you want."

"No it's fine, I'll just go and bring some stuff back." She smiled, putting on some slippers. "And plus, Yamasaki might make us go back earlier if we're all down there."

He sighed. "That's true. Well then I'll see you soon?"

"Yep!" She smiled at him before leaving the room. He could hear her meeting up with someone else as they talked about their stay.

Akiteru ran his hands through his hair as he laid back down, not able to fall back asleep.

#haikyuu #haikyuu oneshot #tsukishima akiteru #akiteru x reader #akiteru x you #hq fluff #hq #and there was only one bed #akiteru poops #Akiteru poops

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sodapill · 3 years

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days like television

words: 3.9k

relationships: denji & hayakawa aki & power, implied akiangel

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a/n: here’s something i wrote exploring the dynamic of the hayakawa household from denji’s pov!

cw: mild emetophobia, smoking, ptsd

These days, Denji finds himself greeting every morning with a face full of cat fur.

Nyako has taken a liking to sleeping in his room, and she’s got a strict routine that he’s expected to follow. Breakfast doesn’t begin at the reasonable time after Aki doles out their portions, but rather whenever Nyako demands it, usually before the sun has peaked past the horizon and always when Denji is dead asleep.

Her favorite method of waking him used to be persistent yowling, but recently she’s adopted a new strategy—settling the length of her pudgy stomach over his head and cutting off his air supply.

It’s devious but effective, and as Denji’s body kicks into fight or flight from lack of oxygen, he can’t help but think they’ve raised a spoiled brat.

Power claims that’s how all pets are, but Pochita never refused the pathetic scraps of food Denji managed to scrounge up for their sporadic meal times. Nyako is the odd one for being a normal cat with normal needs.

It’s a good thing Denji is “nothing if not adaptable,” a phrase Aki used once that he’s since latched onto. Whether Aki meant it as an insult or not is irrelevant.

Occasionally growing a chainsaw for a head has made him realize he can adapt to pretty much anything. The hardest part of it all was learning to live with other people, and Denji sort of manages that. What difference does a daily smothering make in the grand scheme of things?

He’s gotten used to pulling a purring Nyako from his face so he can trudge to the kitchen and open a can of cat food. It’s considered one of his chores anyway—and yeah, they have a chore chart now.

That was all Aki, of course. Fed up with the stacks of unwashed dishes and dirty clothes strewn across the living room floor, he’d cooked and then withheld a delicious hotpot dinner until Denji and Power both agreed to work out a schedule. They’d decided to cycle cleaning throughout the week and set Saturday as laundry day. That way there was no excuse for Power to walk around in her underwear under the guise of not having anything to wear. It was her idea that the penalty for missing a chore be losing a finger, and Aki added it to the chart like that wasn’t something he’d ever have to worry about.

Denji didn’t want to give either of his housemates the satisfaction, so he’d gotten used to doing chores.

Begrudgingly.

Make no mistake—he can get used to anything, but he doesn’t have to like it. He’s learned to tolerate doing dishes like he tolerates the acrid smell of second-hand smoke filling his lungs whenever Aki feels like having a cig indoors. Bad smells never bothered him when he’d lived in poverty, but the weight of smoke in particular is stomach-turning.

As he’s forced to crack open a window and watch Nyako slink a similar retreat onto the sill, Denji considers how all this luxury has possibly made him a bit spoiled too.

After all, not everything he grows accustomed to is outright shitty.

For all her annoying living habits, Power proves to be a low-maintenance roommate. Her moods fluctuate so wildly, if she finds anything to complain about in the first place, she’s over it by the next turn of the clock. She also takes bizarre pride in completing her chores, dragging him or Aki around the apartment to boast of what a good job she’s done.

She pouts if they don’t praise her enough—but whatever. Denji is used to it.

Her constant chatter becomes less annoying the more time they spend together, until he realizes the apartment is too quiet on the rare occasion she’s not there. The sound of her exchanging meows with Nyako reminds him he’s home, and even her cackling laugh soon registers as comforting background noise.

Similarly, Denji now recognizes the shifts in Aki’s tone well enough to know if he’s actually in trouble, versus if Aki is scolding him for the sake of propriety. Denji watches for other tells when pulling pranks with Power—an indulgent shake of the head and a tug at the corner of Aki’s lips means they’re in the clear.

It's easy to pinpoint exactly what shade of melancholy he’s drifted into just by counting the number of consecutive cigarettes he pulls from the pack. Two is contemplative—four, somber. Anything past that means they’ll have to arrange for takeout that night.

Aki is consistent, and when he starts drifting in and out of rooms like he’s lost something, his fingers trailing the walls as if navigating in the dark, Denji knows he’s actually looking for a distraction. In those moments, Denji makes an effort to act extra obnoxious, riling Power up in turn until Aki has no choice but to pay attention to them and forget whatever bad memory he’d gotten hung up on.

Gathering facts about the people he lives with isn’t a conscious choice. It’s instinctual, like how his body expects food on the regular. He’d put up with a constant state of starvation for his entire adolescence, doing odd jobs on an empty stomach like it was nothing. Now it ruins his entire day if he doesn’t get at least three meals. What’s crazier, his body punishes him when he takes advantage of the unrestricted access to food.

Aki’s cooking is good. So good in fact, that for a large span of time, Denji is constantly shifting into “eat as much as possible” mode, left over from when food was scarce. This results in several post-meal puke sessions, made all the more miserable because Denji’s body is pretty much invincible, right? He’d thought whatever devils were made out of meant they were above this shit. Ending up with his face inside a toilet bowl has forced him to rethink his previous assumptions.

It sucks waiting for his body to adjust alongside his brain, but Power and Aki do their best to make it more bearable. The first time Power kneels beside him on the cold tile, he’s sure she’s there to laugh at his misery—it wouldn't be the first time. He’s bewildered when instead, she places both palms on his back and rubs them vigorously up and down in what must be her version of a soothing caress. She doesn’t laugh or even complain, and only when his stomach is empty and he’s slumped against the wall in exhaustion does she get up and fetch Aki, who steps into the bathroom with a soldier's solemnity to deposit a mug of hot tea into Denji’s hands.

It happens enough times where Denji doesn’t bother to ask questions, filing it away as one of those things that fits into an unnamed category of half shitty, half not so shitty—like movie nights.

The three of them have vastly different tastes, Aki with his mind-numbing art house flicks and Power’s penchant for talking animal movies made for literal children. Denji doesn’t know what genre he likes most, but it’s definitely not either of those.

It’s an unspoken rule that they have to watch each one all the way through. Aki is the type to sit in complete silence because talking “ruins the integrity of the film,” whatever that means, and Denji’s running commentary annoys him to no end.

Denji and Power make bets each time on how long it’ll take him to snap or huff out a laugh.

On the rare occasion it’s Denji’s turn to choose, he splits the difference and puts on something from the best seller section at the video store. With this method, they all have to suffer through garbage, but occasionally he’ll stumble across a good movie—one he doesn’t mind staying quiet for. He watches Aki and Power rather than the television screen, their rapt attention filling him with an odd sense of pride.

Denji categorizes those nights as not so shitty.

After a while, he gets so used to the good and bad mundanities of domestic living, he can’t even imagine what a change in routine would look like.

Then they go to Hell, and instead of cat fur, Denji is more often violently jerked awake to the sound of Power’s screams.

She’s more dependent than ever before, clinging to Denji at all times like an extra limb. When the sun begins to set outside their windows, she startles at every sound, working herself into a panic while her nails dig half-moon circles into his arms that he’s sure would leave permanent scars were he fully human.

Looking after her turns out to be even more work than getting up at the crack of dawn to feed Nyako—but for some reason, Denji can’t bring himself to resent her for it.

He takes on the responsibility of comforting her with a resilience he never knew he had, going as far as holding her hand each night while she struggles to calm down enough to fall asleep.

Power isn’t the only one Denji has to keep an eye on.

At first, he doesn’t notice the way Aki will sometimes stop cold in the middle of cutting vegetables, gripping the knife handle hard enough to whiten his knuckles as a shudder of something awful passes through his body. He’s good at hiding it, and when Denji catches the tail end of one of these attacks, Aki brushes it off like it’s nothing.

It’s only after Aki suddenly sinks to the floor in the middle of a conversation, his hand clutching at the place where his missing arm wouldn’t reattach, that Denji realizes he’s overlooked something important.

Phantom limb syndrome, Aki explains, is an ongoing side effect of losing a limb wherein the brain gets mixed signals from the area of severance and translates them in the only way it knows how—as pain. He rambles off some more medical science that goes completely over Denji’s head, but from what he can gather, this affliction is severe, unavoidable, and sometimes life long. There’s no cure, but as with other chronic conditions, the goal is learning to manage it the best you can.

The thought of Aki suffering in silence makes Denji want to deck him as much as it makes him want to find a solution for his pain. He juggles these warring impulses until Aki clenches his jaw and looks away—and Denji understands that Aki won’t spend any extra energy looking after himself by choice.

So Denji and Power force him to.

They keep a hot pack in the cabinet above the microwave, and when Aki shows even the slightest sign of falling under the grip of pain, they warm it up and force him to sit with it pressed to the aching muscle. They know it’s particularly bad when Aki doesn’t bother hiding how much it hurts, and in those moments they take turns massaging his shoulder.

Aki refuses to speak with them during, so Denji and Power talk to each other, treating the situation like it’s something they’ve always done.

Denji doesn’t comment on Aki’s silence. He’s come to understand that there are some things they don't need to say aloud. When you’ve lived with a person long enough, you can share a thought with just a gesture, or pick up on ideas that you can't put into words

Power doesn't need to tell him she appreciates his company on her bad nights. Likewise, he doesn’t need to voice why he doesn’t mind taking care of her. He couldn’t even if he tried.

And when Denji questions Aki on why he’s wearing a glove indoors, Aki only has to shoot a single warning look to shut him up.

Later that night, Aki welcomes the Angel Devil into their apartment.

One arm between the two of them—Denji thinks that's pretty funny, but he doesn’t say so. Instead, he hangs back as Power slinks around their guest like she’s investigating a new play thing.

Angel endures her attention for a short time, then flicks Denji a cool look and tucks his wings in, settling on the couch without a word.

Aki hovers in the foyer, glancing between the three of them like he’s waiting for a fight to break out. It’s such a dumb look on him that Denji takes it upon himself to make the first move.

He plops down on the arm rest and asks Angel outright if he’s ever tried using the thing floating above his head as a frisbee.

Angel rolls his eyes and informs Denji that his halo is sharp enough to slice through metal.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Denji shoots back, and he’s sure Aki’s surprise mirrors his own when the corner of Angel’s mouth lifts into a smirk.

“By all means, be my guest,” he says, inclining his head in invitation.

Denji moves to take Angel up on his offer, but Aki comes back to himself and catches Denji’s hand in a tight hold. He then spends several minutes lecturing them both on how hard it is to get blood stains out of upholstery.

The rest of the night is...well, it’s still weird. But Aki so obviously wants it not to be that they all pretend for his sake. While he cooks dinner, Denji and Power keep their surprise guest company.

Angel is surprisingly talkative when prompted, though he always seems to veer their conversations into the morose. At one point, he stares glumly at Nyako snoozing on the counter and warns them to watch her closely.

“Cats don’t actually have nine lives,” he remarks, “I learned that the hard way.”

Denji doesn’t say anything when Aki lays out enough food to feed a small army, all special dishes that he’d never cook for Power or Denji even if they begged. He digs in without a word, and it’s a good thing his mouth is stuffed, otherwise he’d be gaping at the way Aki carefully feeds Angel, every so often lifting a glass of water to his lips.

They follow up dinner with ice cream—which must be Angel’s favorite as Aki spoons him two extra helpings—and then Power is tugging at Denji’s arm, urging him to come take a bath with her.

He relents under the assumption that Angel will be gone by the time they’re done washing up. But about half an hour later, Denji exits the bathroom toweling off his hair to find Angel is still there, sitting close to Aki. They’re angled towards each other, Aki’s arm thrown over the back of the couch and the fabric of his long sleeve shirt brushing the tops of Angel’s wings.

They both look up at Denji when he enters the room. Angel’s expression appears bored as usual, but Aki’s is strange, his face relaxed in an unfamiliar way.

Denji opens his mouth, then decides better.

Aki stands, helping Angel up with a steady gloved hand to his back, and it takes everything Denji has in him to stay quiet as Aki mumbles an awkward goodnight, shepherding Angel down the hall and into his room.

Denji immediately makes up an excuse to run to the convenience store so he can check the balcony outside Aki’s room from street level. Sure enough, Aki and Angel are leaning up against the railing, heads inclined as if they’re speaking in low tones.

Denji watches Aki light himself a cigarette. He offers the box to Angel, who says something that actually makes Aki laugh, the sound ringing clear even from a distance. Placing a second cigarette in Angel’s mouth, Aki holds his own steady between two fingers, bending forward to meet the smoldering end to Angel’s unlit one. A pinpoint glow of orange flares in the dark space between their faces like a morning star.

Denji turns away, stuffs his hands in his empty pockets, and decides he’ll swing by the convenience store after all.

By the time he gets back, Angel is gone.

Aki is once again sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen with a stupid smile on his face, and Denji has to say something.

It turns out Aki can punch just as hard with one arm as with two.

After that, Denji pays closer attention. Without intending, he starts to notice the way Aki sometimes looks at him and Power—though he can’t focus long enough to figure out what those looks mean. They’re gentle and wistful in a way that makes Denji want to pull at Aki’s cheeks and mold a better expression.

He tries it once, but that puts Aki in a foul mood for hours so he doesn’t do it again.

Things get even more confusing on a night where they’re all sprawled out on the carpet. The movie Aki puts on is so boring it knocks Power out in minutes, her head pillowed in the crook of Denji’s arm. He starts drifting off soon after.

It happens as he’s on the verge of sleep. His mind is muddled to the world around him, but for a second, he imagines he feels Aki place an ear to his chest.

Denji is sure he dreamt it until he walks in on Aki in the same position over a napping Power, his cheek pressed to her collarbone and his brows furrowed in concentration.

Denji backs out of the room and thinks there’s something he’s missing here.

The next time Aki is in the kitchen, Denji tests a theory, loudly announcing that he’s going to take a nap before stretching out on the couch. He feigns sleep long enough to rethink his entire strategy—when he finally hears Aki pause his task and tread softly across the room.

Denji struggles to keep a straight face as Aki kneels beside the couch and lowers an ear to his chest, keeping it there much too long for someone trying not to get caught. Eventually, he heaves a great sigh and pulls away, returning to the kitchen like he’d never left.

So, yeah. There’s the whole listening to their heartbeats thing.

Another quirk to add onto the list of Aki behavior that Denji doesn’t understand but has to accept.

Aki is still Aki. He still shouts at them when they break things, still cooks their meals and tolerates their company—though, maybe tolerates isn’t the right word anymore.

Denji is flipping through the pages of a porno mag when one of the ads catches his eye. A smiling woman in a bikini holds up a machine with a handle on top and an open space in the middle. He thinks it might be some crazy sex thing, but he has Power read the description, and she tells him it’s for making a dessert called “shaved ice.”

Neither of them know what that is, but the ad makes it sound like the best thing ever—

“—and it can be ours for the low price of two-thousand yen!” Power shouts, smacking the magazine against his arm.

Denji tears out the ad and goes to pester Aki into buying it for them.

Aki bitches and moans about wasting money on useless shit, but after getting it out of his system, he puts down the laundry he was folding and snatches the page from Denji’s hand, dialing the number with a sour expression. He’s curt over the phone, reading off his credit card details like someone has a gun to his head. Denji wishes he could see the face of the unlucky salesperson on the other line.

“Denji.” Aki says, and Denji tilts his head before realizing he’s not being spoken to. Aki pauses, and then directs a puzzled frown his way. “Last name?”

Denji shrugs.

Aki blinks at him, the furrow between his brow smoothing as if in stunned realization. After a bizarre stretch of silence, he readjusts his hold on the handset and glances away, mumbling out, “Hayakawa. Hayakawa Denji.”

When he eventually hangs up, his gaze stays trained on the far wall like he’s lost in thought. Denji decides not to test his luck by sticking around, but Aki catches his wrist as he goes to leave.

“What?” Denji grumbles. “I said thank you, didn’t I?”

“You didn’t, actually,” Aki replies dryly, but there’s no real reproval in his tone. “That’s not—just hold on a minute.”

His faltering words give Denji pause. He shakes off Aki’s hand but stays put.

“Listen,” Aki begins, messing with the pile of clothes he’d left aside. He unfolds a shirt, holds it out, and then folds it again, all the while not meeting Denji’s eye. “If you or Power ever needed— If for some reason I wasn’t here...and you needed something for documents…”

“Why wouldn’t you be here?” Denji asks, and thinks of their work. “If you’re traveling we can call you.”

Aki turns to him then, something unreadable in his thousand-yard stare.

It’s like facing a door labeled, “do not open.”

Aki sighs and looks away. “Forget it.”

And Denji does forget—until a fews days later when a package arrives at their doorstep postmarked to one Hayakawa Denji.

Placing the box on the living room table, he studies the characters of his given name, covering and uncovering them with his palm. He’d never noticed how incomplete they looked without a surname to go before. The sight turns rusty gears in his head, almost like he’s on the verge of understanding an important truth.

Power bowls him over in her excitement before he comes to a conclusion.

They leave the setup to Aki, who confiscates the shaved ice maker and reads the instructions with the two of them hovering over his shoulder. It turns out to be very simple, just a matter of filling the upper compartment with ice and turning the lever. The machine wobbles below Aki’s hand, so Denji holds it steady, watching with fascination as snow-like flakes collect in the bowl underneath. The novelty wears off a little when he dips a finger in to taste and finds it flavorless like regular ice, but Aki bats his hand away and pulls out a bottle of blue liquid.

“Flavor syrup,” he says, scanning the label. “Hawaiian Blast—what’s that supposed to be?”

Whatever it is, it tastes delicious drizzled over the ice flakes, sweet and refreshing like no dessert Denji has ever had.

Power gobbles up the first serving faster than Aki can make more, and he’s unsympathetic to the excruciating brain freeze that earns her.

She flicks the lever and turns to Denji with a conspiratorial grin. “Think it would work with blood?”

“Great idea,” Aki says, chin in hand. “Why not make this perfectly innocent activity fucked up and evil?”

Power sticks her vibrant blue tongue out at him.

Denji hates getting cut open on principle, so he appeases her by mashing up strawberries with condensed milk into a gory looking topping they can all enjoy. Even Nyako gets to lick a drop off his finger.

Aki takes his first bite and gazes into his bowl like it’s a window into a far off time and place. “I haven’t had this since I was a kid.”

“Old man,” Denji snickers.

Power echoes him at double the volume, falling back and kicking her legs in the air. The motion disturbs Nyako, who clambers off her lap and settles at Aki’s feet

“Oh, shut it,” Aki says, but the hint of a smile softens his tone into fondness. He scratches at Nyako’s ear. “At least you’re on my side.”

Shaken by her cat’s betrayal, Power stammers out, “‘Tis only pity! Nyako feels nothing but pity for humans, just like her master!”

“Is that so?” Aki raises a brow and—to Power’s great dismay—makes a show of lifting Nyako into his lap. “Lucky us then.”

“Yeah,” Denji says, a brilliant grin working its way onto his face. “Lucky us.”

#chainsaw man #csm #denji chainsaw man #power chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #akiangel #peimou writings

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mistaeq · 4 years

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Akira Otoishi: General Fluff HCs and Hilarious Shenanigans

TW // none

I want to dedicate this work to @golden-narcissus , my cutest Akira simp and the person who inspires me about loving new characters everyday !! don't ever change Tea ily <3 // also... shoutout to all the akira simps out there ^_^

Akira Otoishi General Fluff Headcanons and Hilarious Shenanigans

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If you're a stand user, you probably met because Red Hot Chili Pepper accidentally scared you by randomly appearing in front of you from a near payphone.

Akira apologized, and when he realized you could see Chili Pepper, he immediately got interested in you and in your abilities.

If you're not a stand user, you probably met in a music shop, and you both reached for the last cd left of your favourite artist.

Akira was about to get upset, before noticing those beautiful eyes of yours begging him to let you take it. He couldn't say no, but he earned a pleasant conversation about your music tastes, in exchange.

He's the kind of musician who likes bragging about his skills. He'll straight up show you the most difficult thing he can do, just to play it cool afterwards and say it's just easy stuff, for him.

He panics when you play his game and ask him to show you something more difficult, then. So adorable.

Akira uses Red Hot Chili Pepper to charge your phone in the fastest way ever. He just likes to see you smile when your phone battery seems to be dead and he saves the situation.

If you're lucky enough to get to see him out of his habitat, in a domestic environment, get ready to messy bun Akira! He loves his long, purple hair, but also loves not to find his own hair everywhere, above all in his food.

Always make sure you fill him of little nothings, such as little sleepy kisses, a morning hug, a daily smile and flying "I love you"'s.

He's probably a romantic guy, he does his best. If you enter his room while he's practising, he'll improvise a little song - it might be either sweet or stupid - for you, right there and then. He has a different idea everytime. Great artist.

If you happen to get interested in his guitar, Akira will be more than happy to teach you how to use that. A good excuse to keep you close.

You'll sit on his lap, while his hands on yours will guide you on how to play his guitar. You're the only one allowed to touch it besides him.

Akira will kiss your cheek and neck several times, while teaching you how to play the guitar. You always end up forgetting about the instrument and smooching. After five lessons, you hadn't learnt anything.

If you happen to fight, expect him to follow you around the house singing you a personal adaptation of the song "Ice Cold Rita" from Flushed Away. He's a playful man. And he loves cartoons.

"🎵Ice cold y/n ~ never did I meet a ~ girl/boy who's half's so cruel ~ I offered them a jewel ~ but they left me stuck ~ ignored me all the time ~ what a shoddy thing to do to Akira... to me! ~ Akira ~ Otoishi ~ from Morioh ~🎵"

Until you don't kiss him or talk to him, he'll keep singing it. You two can't stay angry at each other for too much time, he needs affection, and that's why he'll follow you around singing that song.

He likes watching something with you, before sleeping. You let Akira choose what to watch, because he's hilarious. "So... y/n... can we watch The Aristocats?" He knows Romeo's song by heart.

Akira will fall asleep first, if you watch something together. Take care of him and bring him in your bed to make sure he can sleep properly. Then, cuddle up in his arms. He loves waking up to his arms holding you.

Being his stand the representation of his soul, sometimes his lightning pigeon will want to cuddle with you. Unfortunately, Akira can't let it, or it would unwillingly shock you.

Like it or not, you're good friends with the Duwang Gang, and he'll deal with it. If you happen to go out together, he'll want to at least hold hands with you to not to feel alone.

Just keep him at a safety distance from Josuke and his best pal. Akira's willing to sincerely change, but he's done what he's done, and they aren't honestly willing to forget what happened to Keicho. Not now, at least. They'll accept him just for you, but don't get them close to each other. How to blame them.

Akira is not jealous, or at least not in a scary/obsessive way. But he has a strong jealousy towards other musicians. He'll make sure you still think he's the best.

He enjoys it a lot when you leave sweet kisses on his eye scar.

BONUS SCENE

"No."

"Please?" he puppy eyed you from under the blanket, munching on the popcorn you had prepared. "Just another time, come on..."

"Aki... it's the fourth time we watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians, this week." you said, getting on the couch with him. "Something different?" he pouted, and looked away. It was like dealing with a baby.

You smiled. He was a special man. Akira looked so tough in other people's eyes, probably because of his past. Little did other people know that in reality he was a pouty mess who liked to tease you with dumb and funny songs and watch an embarrassing amount of cartoons. You would have managed to make your friends understand how much was he trying to improve himself.

Your hands caressed his wavy and curly purple hair. He had washed it today, and you could feel it and smell it, a pleasant lavender scented shampoo. "I promise, we'll watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians next time, don't pout at me..." you caressed his cheek. "What about we don't watch anything instead? We're distracted by a cartoon every night, what if we cuddle and smooch a bit this time?"

"Smooch?" Akira repeated, looking at you as you wrapped your loving arms around his torso and nuzzled against his chest. His hands held you tight, he lowered his head to kiss you on your forehead. "Maybe the cartoons can really wait, huh..." the boy lay completely on the couch, as you climbed on him, and kissed him sweetly.

"I love you. I love you..." you giggled, kissing his lip, his cheek and his jaw. Akira smiled, but stared at the ceiling.

"This is good..." he caressed your back. "You might be the only one."

"Don't say it, Akira... Don't." you begged, holding him tighter.

"It's just the truth... I've done a lot of stupid shit... I only have you, in Morioh Cho." you huffed, and sat on his lap, him still laying down. You caressed his cheeks.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Aki. You're just improving yourself." your hand squished his soft skin. "You're pretty, you're smart, you're cute..." you raised an eyebrow. "You have a nice booty..." he giggled. Music for your ears.

"A nice booty won't make your friends accept me, y/n..." you leaned down and kissed him before he could say something more.

"Akira Otoishi." you played with a lock of his hair you loved so much. "You don't have to change for my friends. You have to change for yourself. And you're doing great, baby. You feel me?" he just nodded. "Good." You rested your forehead on his, gazing at the smile that was now appearing on his mouth. "Very good."

You kissed his cheeks once more, inhaling his delicate, perfect scent. You could tell he was stressed and tired, poor thing. As you held his hand to kiss it, a thought came to your mind, an idea to make him smile. Maybe he could be happier, like that. "So... Akira, love... wanna watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians?"

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo part four #diamond is unbreakable #akira otoishi #akira x reader #akira otoishi x reader

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Love is an Open Door

I Take Pride in What I Am 2020 Prompt: Love Pairing(s): Gray x Natsu, Hana & Natsu, Hana & Mirajane, Hana & Gray

A Collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404 AO3 | FF.Net

Summary: Hana's parents have always taught her that the most important things in the world are family and love, but she has a hard time accepting that when she accidentally sees her father kissing another man. Lost in her grief over her mothers' death Hana has a hard time opening her heart to the man who might take her mother's place at her father's side.

Note: Temperance Alberona 8, Hana Dragneel 7, Atlas Dragneel 3, Aki Fernandes 2. Temperance Alberona is @gaymirajane ‘s OC and used with her permission. May 11, 2021

“Hana, Hana!”

Hana Dragneel had been helping Wendy and Chelia clean up the kids’ area of the daycare center now that the Dads Club meeting was over. She looked up to see her best friend, Temperance Alberona, practically dancing with excitement.

“What is it?”

“Grampy called Mom, and she said you can stay over as long as your dad said it was okay,” Temperance squealed.

Hana squealed along with her, she’d always wanted to go to a sleepover. Back when they still lived in Edolas, she hadn’t been allowed. Both her parents had said she was too young, but she was seven and a half now, and after a somewhat rough start in Magnolia, she’d finally managed to make some friends. She just knew her dad would be okay with it now.

She decided to ask that very second, too excited to wait. Knowing he had walked Uncle Gray and Aki to their car while she and Atlas helped to clean up, she ran down the hallway of the community center and pushed the heavy door open, ready to call out to him.

But no sound came out.

Hana watched with mounting confusion as her dad and Uncle Gray smiled at each other before her father kissed him on the lips. A long kiss, one like she had seen him give her mother hundreds of times before.

All thoughts of sleepovers vanished from her mind as she suddenly felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach and stole all of her breath.

Hana let the door close softly and walked back to the daycare center somewhat in a daze. She didn’t really understand what she had just seen, but the more she thought about it, the more it felt like her dad had done something wrong.

She’d watched him cry over her mother for months after her death. Had grown up seeing how happy they had been together. So why? Why would her dad be kissing anyone, let alone another man? And what did it mean?

Temperance was waiting for her at the entrance of the daycare.

“Well? What did he say?”

“I didn’t ask,” Hana mumbled, still caught up in her thoughts.

“Why not?” Temperance asked, her eyes narrowing as she inspected Hana. “Hey, are you okay? You look funny.”

Hana only shook her head and watched Atlas entertain himself with some toy Wendy had given him.

Temperance grabbed Hana by the hand and dragged her over to a quiet corner, “Seriously, you’re freaking me out, what happened?”

“I saw my dad kissing someone,” Hana confessed, and she almost wished she hadn’t because saying the words out loud made what she had seen that much more real.

Temperance rolled her eyes, “Is that all?”

Hana was near tears, but she was desperately trying to hide it, not wanting to bring attention to herself.

“My mom kisses people all the time,” Temperance shrugged, “it’s no big deal.”

Hana bit her lip, mulling that over. Maybe Temperance was right, maybe it was just something adults did. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t something her dad did, or he wouldn’t be keeping it from them.

It made her feel like he was forgetting her mother, and she didn’t like it. It made her angry, and she wondered as she often did when something happened to one of them, what her mother would think of it when she looked down at them from heaven.

“Hana, Atlas, it’s time to go home.”

“I have to go,” Hana muttered, “please don’t tell anyone.”

“Who am I gonna tell?” Temperance pointed out, “Besides, I don’t even know who you saw him with.”

She gave her friend a wave and walked towards her father, who already had Atlas in his arms. She couldn’t bear to look at him, so she stared at the floor instead.

“You okay, Hanabanana? You’re looking kind of pale,” Her dad ruffled her hair gently, and even though she heard the concern in his voice, the question made her uncomfortable because she didn’t really have an answer.

So for the first time in her life, she lied to her father. Although the way she saw it, he’d lied first. “Yeah, I think I ate too many snacks.”

“Sounds like something Atlas would do,” her father laughed, sounding happier than he had in a long time. “Do you want me to carry you?”

That made her feel even worse about her reaction. She loved her father, wanted him to be happy after being sad for so long. The conflict raging inside her was giving her a headache, and she wholeheartedly wished she had never gone looking for him.

Hana shook her head, grabbing on to his hand as they walked out of the building and to their car. She remained quiet the whole ride home, letting Atlas babble on in his baby voice that she still found cute. Aki talked like that too.

Daddy had Uncle Gray, Atlas had Aki. What about her? Where did she fit in? Maybe they’d leave her with Aunty Erza, she thought sullenly.

0-0

Aunty Erza had been surprised when she went straight up to her room, rather than begging to stay up to watch a show as she usually did. She could hear her asking her father what was wrong and felt guilty all over again when she heard him repeating her lie, although she could tell he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

She went into the bathroom she shared with her aunt to brush her teeth, hearing her father’s phone ring as she went back into her bedroom to get ready for bed.

Hana heard muffled talking and ignored it, changing out of her clothes and into her pajamas before climbing into bed. She pulled the covers over her head, stubbornly determined to fall asleep before her dad could come to read her a bedtime story and tuck her in.

She hadn’t counted on Atlas sneaking into her room.

“Ana?”

She remained quiet, hoping he’d go away, but Atlas climbed on her bed instead. Hana could hear his little giggles as he crawled up towards her, quickly realizing with a groan that he thought she was playing a game.

“Where Ana?” Atlas asked in a singsong voice.

He grabbed her covers and pulled them off her head, giggling the whole time.

“Poun you, Ana!” he squealed cheerfully before giving her a wet kiss and crawling under the covers with her.

“Go away, Atlas,” she grumbled, but it was hard to stay mad when he was flashing that toothy slobbery grin of his.

“Atlas ide?”

She was about to answer when she heard her father’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Atlas took the opportunity to grab the covers and pull them up until they covered their heads, giggling excitedly at continuing the game.

Hana tensed at the familiar knock on the open door, and before she could answer, Atlas covered his mouth with his finger urging her to play along.

So she did. She waited for her dad to play along like he always did, but the only sound was of Atlas giggling, unable to remain silent even if his life depended on it.

“I righ ere, Daddy,” Atlas called out after the silence had dragged on, coming out from under the covers and looking for his father.

“Yeah,” her father picked him up and hugged him tightly to his chest, kissing his head softly.

“Uhm, your Aunty Erza was looking for someone to share a cookie with. You think you can help her with that, Buddy?”

Atlas nodded and squirmed until his father put him down, “Come on, I’ll walk you down the stairs.”

A few minutes later, her father was once again knocking gently on her door.

“Can I come in?”

Hana didn’t trust herself to answer, so she nodded instead, sitting up on her bed to make room. She found herself hugging her father, somehow understanding that things were about to change again and needing that small reassurance from him.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked, gently rubbing her back.

Hana shook her head, feeling a little bad about lying earlier, but at least this was true. She wasn’t feeling any better at all. She let her eyes follow her comforter’s patterns, not trusting herself to look at her dad.

“Aunty Cana called me a little bit ago,” he remarked, and Hana could feel the bed shake slightly from the bouncing of his knee.

She tensed up, knowing what that meant.

Stupid Temperance, she’d blabbed to her mother when she’d promised not to!

Her hands bunched into fists, upset at being forced into a conversation she wasn’t anywhere near ready for.

She couldn’t seem to come up with any words, especially not after looking up and noticing her dad chewing his lip, something he only did when he was nervous.

“That, uhm, that must have been pretty upsetting for you to see.”

Hana found herself nodding at his words, her lip quivering and her eyes welling with tears as she remembered not what she had seen that evening, but other moments back when her mother had been alive, and they had all been happy. It felt like so long ago, and she missed it so much.

“Right,” he muttered, hiding his face in his hands for a few minutes.

“Don’t you love Mommy anymore?” Hana couldn’t help but ask.

“What?” her dad straightened up, and he was staring at her with a bewildered expression. “Of course I still love her!” he immediately protested, “I will always love her, but she’s not with us anymore, Hana.”

He sighed and lowered his head, staring at his wedding ring as he wriggled his fingers, “When your mom died, I thought I’d never love someone again, and I was okay with that. I didn’t expect any of this to happen.”

“But Daddy, Uncle Gray is a boy. Mommy was a girl, I don’t understand,” Hana prodded.

“Yeah,” he gave her a half-smile, “I’m still getting used to that, but Uncle Gray being a boy doesn’t really change how I feel about him.”

She screwed up her courage and asked the one thing that was really bothering her. “Are you going to marry him?”

His chuckle echoed loudly in her room, “Is that what you’re worried about?”

She nodded shyly and felt his hand on her head, petting her gently before his fingers combed through her hair the way she had always liked, and she allowed herself to relax into it, no longer feeling as worried as she had earlier.

“I think it’s a bit too early to be thinking about that, we’ve only been dating for a few weeks. But even if it were to happen at some point, it wouldn’t change how I feel about you and your brother, or even about your mom.”

He stopped his petting to smile at her. “I’m not looking to replace her, Sweetheart. Right now, Uncle Gray and I are just enjoying spending time together. Although, now that you know, maybe we could... include you guys a little?” he suggested hesitantly, meeting her gaze and wiping away a tear that had rolled down her cheek with his thumb. “Would you like that?”

She bit her lip, not really sure how she felt about it. She liked Uncle Gray and Aki, but would she be betraying her mom by accepting her father’s new relationship? Would it be okay to do the things they once did with her with them?

Hana thought back to what she had seen, how happy her dad had looked, and she didn’t want to be the one to ruin that for him, but she couldn’t say she was comfortable with it.

“I don’t know,” she hedged, “Can I think about it?”

“Sure,” he smiled, giving her one of his warm hugs, “Take all the time you want.”

They both turned to the door as they heard Atlas come in, already dressed in his PJ’s and carrying a book. Moving to the large rocking chair near her bookcase, Hana and Atlas climbed on their father’s lap and snuggled with him as he read them a bedtime story.

0-0

May 23, 2021

From that day on, whenever her father and Uncle Gray were in the same place, Hana couldn’t help but watch them, trying her hardest to understand what was between them.

It was a little confusing. When they walked together, they didn’t hold hands, but occasionally their hands would touch briefly. And although Hana had not seen them kiss again, she had to admit it was undeniable there was something there.

Even when they argued- which was often, another thing that confused her seeing as she had rarely seen her parents arguing- there was always some gesture to show they didn’t mean it. Sometimes it was a quick hand squeeze, other times a teasing grin.

And it was nice to see her dad smile again. She’d even caught him singing along to the radio a few times, something she had definitely missed. He wasn’t quite back to his old self by any means, but he was making strides, and she had to admit he still acted the same. Her mother’s altar always had fresh flowers, they still lit her favorite candles when they visited with her every Sunday.

Even though her father went out on dates, he still made sure to spend time with her and Atlas, and he clearly hadn’t forgotten about her mother. Hana couldn’t really find any fault with his behavior, but she still didn’t quite feel comfortable with it either.

And it made her feel lousy because she knew she was being unfair. If her dad wasn’t forgetting her mother now that he was in love with someone else, what was her problem?

“Oh, Hana! I thought you went with the others.”

Hana was startled out of her thoughts by her Aunt Mira entering the living room.

“Nah, I didn’t feel like ice cream,” she replied, stretching out on one of the room’s large couches.

“I see,” her aunt replied, studying her briefly before teasing, “That’s unusual.”

Hana shrugged her shoulders, not really wanting to get into it, especially with her mother’s sister.

“That’s too bad, it’s a good day for it,” Mira commented as she looked out the window.

“How come you didn’t go?” Hana asked, curious as to whether her aunt shared her misgivings.

“Just wanted some peace and quiet, Erza’s bringing me something back, “she explained as she grabbed a candle lighter to light the candle on her mother’s altar.

Hana smiled as the scent of lavender vanilla filled the room. She watched as Mira dusted the framed picture of her mother before setting it back down on the altar, and after primping up the flowers in the vase, she grabbed a floor cushion and knelt on it.

“Hey Lis, it’s been a while. Let’s see what’s new? Oh! Elfman has a crush on someone, but he won’t tell me who it is. I think it’s that girl Evergreen, who works at 8 Island. He’s so cute when he’s around her.”

“What are you doing?” Hana asked as she watched her aunt with interest.

“Just chatting with your mom, I like to keep her up to date on what’s going on,” Mira winked.

She must have seen the puzzled look on Hana’s face because she smiled kindly at her and gestured for her to join her. “When your mom was alive, we used to talk on the phone all the time. Do you remember that?”

Hana nodded, remembering her mom giggling on the phone and squealing her aunt’s name. She left her spot on the sofa to sit next to her aunt on the large floor cushion.

“I miss that, so sometimes when your daddy isn’t around, I like to talk to her. It helps to keep her with me a little. Does that make sense?” Mira grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

Hana nodded, thinking about it. When they did their weekly visit, it was always all of them, but she’d noticed her dad sometimes talked to her mom on his own too.

“You could do that too, you know. You don’t have to wait until Sunday. You could tell her about your day, or if something was bothering you,” Mira glanced at her pointedly before turning her attention back to the altar.

“Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! Natsu went on another date last weekend with that guy I told you about. I think it’s going well, he seems a little happier. He still won’t look at me when they’re together, though.” Mira sighed, “I think he thinks I’m upset with him or something.”

“Aren’t you?” Hana interrupted, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized what she’d done.

“Why would I be?” Mira peered at her, seemingly confused by her question.

“Because Uncle Gray isn’t mom,” Hana replied, bowing her head, afraid to see her aunt’s reaction.

“No, he isn’t,” Mira agreed, “and he’s not trying to be.”

Hana felt arms surround her as her aunt hugged her. “Hana, your mom loved your dad with all of her heart. She would have wanted him to find love again exactly because she loved him so much. It would break her heart to see him sad all the time.”

“I know it might feel strange to you to see him with someone else, it took a little getting used to for me too. But do you remember how he was, even just a few months ago? Isn’t this better?”

“Yeah,” she knew her aunt was right, her dad had been miserable. There had been many times when she’d woken up in the middle of the night and heard him crying in his room.

“So what’s bothering you then? Is it that Gray is a boy?”

Hana shook her head, “I thought it was at first, but Uncle Sting and Uncle Rogue are both boys, and they’re in love with each other too. I don’t mind that, I just- I’m not sure how I feel about Uncle Gray, I don’t know him that well...”

“Then give him a chance, get to know him,” Mira suggested, “That’s not going to happen if you keep refusing to spend time with them, though.”

Hana pouted. She knew this; both her father and Uncle Gray asked her to come along every time, and they always brought her back a treat even though she’d chosen to stay home with Aunty Erza. But still, the idea of spending time with Gray and Aki outside of club meetings continued to scare her. She didn’t know why it was so, and she wished she could be like Atlas and just go with the flow.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she tried to explain, but once again, the words escaped her.” I just, ugh, I don’t know!” she groaned in frustration,

“Do you think maybe it has nothing to do with Gray and Aki, and everything to do with you?”

“What do you mean?” Hana puzzled.

Mira grabbed her mother’s picture and handed it to her to look at.

“Someone you loved very much disappeared from your life unexpectedly.” her aunt talked as Hana studied the picture, feeling the familiar pain at seeing her mother’s face and not being able to touch her.

“Atlas is still very young, so he doesn’t really remember her, but you do. That hurt runs much deeper for you. You’ve only just begun to come out from under it, just like your father. I know it’s hard to think about moving on, but there is a place for you with them. All you have to do is take it.”

Hana gaped at her aunt, not wanting to even consider moving on from her mother.

“Hana, just because you love your mother, doesn’t mean you can’t also love Gray and Aki, but I’m starting to think that’s not the problem at all.”

Mira looked at the picture with a sad smile, putting a hand over one of Hana’s as she held it, “I think the reason you’re keeping your distance from Gray and Aki is that you’re afraid of getting hurt again. That if you did let yourself get attached to them, they might disappear too.”

Hana squeezed her eyes shut, the words hitting too close to home to ignore. Her shoulders began to shake as she cried out, “I miss her so much!”

“I know, Baby. I miss her too, but you can’t close yourself off to new people because of it,” her aunt grabbed the picture out of her hands, putting it back in its place before pulling Hana to her chest, kissing her head as she let her cry. “Your mom wouldn’t have wanted that for you either.”

Once she’d calmed down, Mira let go and continued chatting to her mother. Hana remained silent, considering her words and wondering whether there might be some truth to them. Mira had just blown out the candle when the front door opened, and Atlas ran in, followed by Aki and the others.

“We oomee!” he hugged Hana, then moved over to jump in Mira’s lap, proceeding to tell her all about the fun they’d had.

Hana moved out of the way to give her little brother some time with their aunt, and realizing how she must look, she hurried outside before her father or Aunty Erza could notice.

“I got this for you, your dad said it was your favorite,” she heard a voice in the backyard and froze until she realized Uncle Gray hadn’t noticed her yet. He was pacing the length of the yard while holding a cup from the ice cream shop in one of his hands.

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” he muttered to himself, “It’s such a hot day, I thought you might like a shake. Oh God, that’s even worse. Think, Fullbuster.”

Hana wanted to flee, but she forced herself to stay where she was, her aunt’s words still ringing in her ears.

Uncle Gray reached the end of the yard and turned around, stopping in his tracks when he noticed her. His free hand immediately moved to the back of his neck, and he seemed embarrassed, but he made his way towards her nonetheless.

She could feel his gaze on her as he got closer, and remembering why she’d come outside, she quickly pretended to study the grass.

“Are you okay, Hana?”

Hearing the concern in his voice, she had no choice but to look up at him. She sniffled, wishing she had a tissue and knowing she probably looked a mess. “I’m fine,” she responded before remembering her manners. “Uhm, thanks.”

“Here you go,” Uncle Gray offered her a pack of pocket tissues. She blinked at him, and he offered her a small smile, “Take them, Aki’s always making a mess, so I usually have some handy.”

Hana accepted the pack, using a tissue to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.

“Your dad said you liked Cookies and Cream milkshakes, so I, uhm, I got you one.” he held out the cup she’d noticed earlier, and she suddenly understood what he’d been doing earlier.

She gaped at him, so startled to realize she’d never given any thought to how her constant rejection might have made him feel that she didn’t even think to accept the offered shake.

“It’s okay if you don’t want it though, I just thought-,” he turned away from her, but not before she got a glimpse at the disappointment on his face. He rallied, offering her a smile, “You know what? I’ll just go put it in the fridge for later.”

That expression made her feel terrible. How often had Uncle Gray tried to do something nice for her only to have her say she didn’t want it? Yet here he was, not giving up, even though he was obviously expecting her to say no.

She watched him walk towards the door that would let him into the breakfast nook and made a decision.

“No, wait!”

Uncle Gray turned to look at her, one eyebrow raised in question.

“I do want it,” she said hurriedly, holding her arm out for the cup.

“Oh! Here you go,” he handed her the drink and straw he pulled out of his pocket.

“Thank you,” she attempted a smile, a little disheartened by how astonished he looked to see it.

Had she been that bad?

“Sure,” he mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets and standing awkwardly next to her. When a few seconds had passed in silence, he announced, “Uhm, I should probably get inside.”

“I don’t mind if you stay,” Hana replied, sitting down in one of the deck chairs and drinking some of her shake.

“Okay,” he sat in one of the other chairs, stealing occasional glances at her.

They talked for a little while, mostly about Aki and Atlas and other people they had in common, both avoiding the topic of her father in an unspoken agreement. Hana discovered that despite how loud Uncle Gray could be when he was with her father, he also had a quiet, soft-spoken side to him that she liked. He told funny stories, and she already knew that he was kind from watching him with the boys and knowing how he helped her father study for that big test.

She still wasn’t sure how she felt about him, but it was a start, and Hana was glad she’d followed her aunt’s advice.

With that thought in mind, she hopped off her seat to toss her empty milkshake cup into the trash can. When she returned, she noticed her dad watching them through the window. He flashed her a beaming smile before turning away, making her feel happy to know that he was proud of her.

Aki came out looking for his father, climbing on his lap as Atlas trailed behind him. Her aunts and father soon followed, and preparations soon began for a barbecue. Her father squeezed Uncle Gray’s shoulder, sitting next to him and taking his hand in his. They soon started to bicker in the way they always did, and Hana could only shake her head at how incredibly stupid their argument was, laughing out loud when a glare from Aunty Erza was enough to get them to stop.

Aki and Atlas chased each other around the yard, babbling at each other in a language all their own while her aunts brought out trays of food to be cooked. The whole scene made her smile. These people were all part of her family, and Hana felt a warmth bloom in her chest as she realized she was finally ready to take her place with them.

A/N: A/N: We sort of decided to work on everyone's coming out stories for Pride and quickly realized that Natsu didn't really have any parents to come out too. Which set us to thinking who would be important enough to him to have that talk with, seeing as Erza kind of walked him through realizing his feelings for Gray in All I see is You.

We figured Hana would be the more likely choice, and also that she probably wouldn't take it great considering she is still very much grieving Lisanna's death and would probably not be keen on him moving on. But also we are masochists and wanted to try and write it from the perspective of a seven-year-old. We like how it came out and it gave us some insight into Hana's character which is nice.We hope you enjoy it!

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #ftlgbtpride2020 #ftlgbtales #gratsu #fics #hana & natsu #hana & mira #hana & gray #I Take Pride In What I Am 2020 #prompt: love #dragneel family #dads pride 2020

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littlemisswolfie · 4 years

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spent the night

Part three of this [1] [2]. New Moon AU where Charlie calls Harry instead of Billy when Bella gets depressed, Leah and Bella become close, and Leah imprints on Bella.

Leah watches Bella’s chest rise and fall as she sleeps in the faded moonlight coming in through her bedroom window and runs the day’s events over in her head.

She remembers being unwilling to let go of Bella for more than a few moments at a time. She remembers not paying attention as the tribe said goodbye to her father because Bella was next to her and she was somehow more important. She remembers the rage building in her chest as Bella recalled the events that took place in Arizona months earlier and lead to the redheaded leech wanting to kill her.

“Her mate, James... he was a tracker. He wanted to track me. He tricked me into meeting him alone and bit me on the wrist.”

Leah’s eyes trail down to Bella’s exposed wrist and the pale scar that rests there. It’s quite a bit colder than the rest of her skin, and it sparkles in the sunlight.

“The Cullens showed up and got James off of me, but I already had his venom in my body, and I was dying. Carlisle said Jasper didn’t have enough self-control to suck the venom out, so E-E-Edward had to do it. Emmett and Jasper killed James, and now Victoria wants to kill me.”

The idea of any bloodsucker getting their mouths anywhere close to Bella is nearly enough to make Leah phase. If one even thinks about biting Bella again, she knows she’s going to actually lose it.

She even told Bella that earlier, when she was still shaking from telling her story. “They’ll never get your fangs close to you again. They’ll have to go through me first.”

“A mate for a mate.”

A mate for a mate. What bullshit. Edward Cullen didn’t even have the guts to kiss Bella the way she wanted. He might have considered Bella to be his mate, but there was no way she thought he was hers. Not anymore.

It was Sam’s idea for Bella to stay on the Rez for the night. “We smelled her nearby earlier. You should stick close to us until we figure out how to include your house and your school in our patrol routes.”

“But Charlie--”

Seth had come to the rescue. “He won’t say no to our mom if she asks. He knows how close you and Leah are.”

And so here Bella was, sleeping in Leah’s bed and wearing an old t-shirt of Leah’s and not much else, while Leah stands guard over her. Bella had laughed when Leah told her the plan. “E-Edward used to do that, you know. I’d leave my window open and he’d come in and watch me sleep. He didn’t need to sleep, but he said he liked watching me do it.”

Leah had growled. “That’s creepy as hell, Bella. Jesus. I’m not watching you all night. I’ll crawl into bed when Embry comes to take over watch.” And Bella had blushed all pretty at the thought of Leah sharing a bed and rolled over and shut her eyes and pretended to sleep. She must have been more tired than either of them thought, because she hadn’t needed to pretend for long before her breathing evened and her heart slowed to a resting pace.

Bella whimpers and unconsciously tugs the threadbare blankets up closer to her chin. Leah decides fuck waiting for Embry and pulls the covers back just enough to slide into her twin bed next to her imprint.

Imprint. Still the biggest issue in the room, aside from the vampires. Bella had looked up at her earlier and asked, “How strong is the imprint?”

“From what Sam and Jared say, it’s pretty damn strong. Sam sat on Emily porch for weeks before she even let him inside because he couldn’t stand to be too far away from her.”

“And it makes you love me?”

Leah had reached out to cup Bella’s cheek. “I don’t know. I mighta fallen in love with you without it.”

“Doubt it.”

“Hey.” Leah sat up a little straighter. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re not too bad.”

Her plan had worked, spurring Bella to laugh a little, and their worries melted away, if just for a little bit. But then she’d sobered and said, “Sam will want to talk to the council tomorrow. About us. It’s weird enough for me to have shifted at all, but imprinting on another woman is a whole other issue.”

“Will you be in trouble?”

“I don’t think so. They have too much respect for the wolf god to try to go against him. But it might be intense.”

“You’ll be there with me?”

“You’d need a crowbar to pry me off of you.”

The bed is just crowded enough to give Leah an excuse to wrap and arm around Bella’s waist, but Bella doesn’t seem to mind, because she flings her leg over both of Leah’s and snuggles closer to her warmth. Leah lets loose a happy rumble in her chest and falls asleep quickly, content.

Bella’s still asleep when Leah wakes up, and Leah takes a moment to appreciate her position. Bella has somehow wormed her way around during the night so that she’s laying on top of Leah, touching almost no part of the bed except for where her toes brush against the sheets. This makes Leah much happier than is probably healthy, but she can’t bring herself to care.

A soft knock falls on her bedroom door and it opens to reveal Seth’s face. “Sam called earlier while you were asleep. The council wants to meet with us after breakfast.”

“Where?” Leah asks, pitching her voice low to avoid waking Bella. From the way she’s sleeping, she could use all the rest she can get.

“First Beach. They’re setting up for a bonfire tonight and didn’t want to waste time going to and from the community center.”

Leah hums. She remembers Bella coming to a few LaPush bonfires in the past. She wonders if she’ll want to go to this one. “Okay. Is breakfast almost ready?”

Seth casts a glance at the still-sleeping Bella. “Mom isn’t feeling up to cooking. I was wondering if Bella wanted to.”

Leah is loathe to wake Bella up, but her stomach is going to be angry soon if she doesn’t get any food into it, so she gently shakes her shoulder. “Hey, Bella. Wake up.”

Bella cooks breakfast.

It might be the imprint talking, but Leah’s pretty sure she’s never tasted anything better in her life.

Leah, Bella, and Seth walk down to First Beach after they clean up the kitchen. Leah keeps her arm around Bella’s waist the whole walk, rationalizing it by calling on Bella’s clumsy nature and the uneven ground leading down to the waterfront, though from the way Bella leans into her side and lets her head rest partially on her shoulder, her imprint doesn’t care too much.

They’re the last three of the relevant people to arrive, and Jacob fucking Black is still glaring at her, but, hey, she’s got Bella, she’s touching Bella, and she can’t bring herself to be bothered by his adolescent anger. Bella, on the other hand, seems a little more pained at her friend’s scorn, and Leah tightens her grip to comfort her.

Billy Black and Old Quil stand alone on the beach. There’s a pang in Leah’s heart at the sight; just a week ago, her father would have been standing with them. Beside her, Seth sniffles a little, but keeps his resolve. He’s a trooper, Leah knows, and he’s not going to let him being the youngest member of the pack make him a target for teasing.

Old Quil looks irritated. Well, at least Leah assumes he’s irritated. He always looks grumpy no matter what. “Thank you for joining us,” he says, the slightest bit of acid in his voice. Leah bristles, and she doesn’t need to look to know that the rest of the pack does, too. Even in human form, they’re in sync more often than not. They mean more to each other than any crusty old council will, and now that Bella is an imprint, she’s included in that. Emily is pack, Kim is pack, Bella is pack. That’s just how it is.

“We apologize for our lateness,” Seth says. “Our mother wasn’t feeling well so we had to make and clean up after breakfast.”

Billy winces at the mention of their mother, though Old Quil doesn’t seem the slightest bit moved. “Yes. Leah, Sam tells me you have imprinted.”

It’s not a question. Leah answers, “Yes, I have. Yesterday, I imprinted on Isabella Swan.”

Old Quil doesn’t even blink. “That’s impossible,” he says. “She is a hòkwat’, and a woman. She cannot help you further the shifting gene.”

Leah feels Bella tense at the unfamiliar word, most likely because of the venomous way Old Quil says it, and she readies to leap to her imprint’s defense, but Sam beats her to it. “With all due respect, are we so sure imprinting is about reproduction? In the legend, Taha Aki does not feel the need to have children with the Third Wife; he actually stops shifting in order to grow old with her.”

Billy smiles. “Good memory, Samuel.”

“What is your theory, then?” Old Quil asks.

Sam squeezes Leah’s shoulder--the first time he’s really touched her since she shifted--and steps past her so he stands between Old Quil and her and Bella. He’s protecting us, Leah realizes. “My theory,” he says, “is that imprinting is a way to help us ground ourselves to our human halves. The women we imprint on remind us of our mortality and help us to make rational decisions with that awareness.”

“And you would have me believe that a girl who has aligned herself with the Cold Ones is someone who would bring such a balance to a protector?” Old Quil asks.

“Yes,” says Sam, “because Bella and Leah are two women--” He emphasizes women in contrast to Old Quil’s flippant language-- “who have known true heartbreak, and who have bonded over that heartbreak. Neither of them is willing to risk losing another love again. Double that awareness, and we have the most careful protector we could ever hope to have.”

And Old Quil, who probably does have more to say, shuts his mouth and dismisses them.

Bella comes to the bonfire that night. Leah sticks by her side the entire time, almost like she’s been super glued to her, but Bella doesn’t complain. Leah enjoys watching her get to know the rest of the pack, fumbling with names from the rushed introduction yesterday and bonding with Kim and Emily over their shared imprint status. “I hope you’re not too easily embarrassed,” Kim teases, “because the guys have absolutely no shame.”

Bella looks up at Leah questioningly, and Leah answers her unasked query. “Shifting suddenly usually tears our clothes up, so if that happens, we have to walk around naked until we find replacements,” and Bella goes fire engine red and sends Kim into hysterics.

Jacob eventually makes his way over to them, still looking upset but not as angry as he was earlier. “Can I talk to you?” he asks Bella, and Leah knows he means alone.

Bella looks up at her and gives her a smile, like she knows what’s going on in her head. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” says Leah, even though she doesn’t feel very okay about this at all, and lets her go.

Bella returns a few minutes later, looking much more at ease, and she fits herself into Leah’s welcoming arms like she’s never been anywhere else. “I have school tomorrow,” she tells Leah, and Leah knows she’s really saying I need to leave soon.

“I’ll drive you home, Leah says. She doesn’t like the idea of Bella being off the Rez, but she knows Bella needs to go to school. If she has any chance of a life after all this is done, she needs a high school diploma. “Let me just tell Sam.”

Sam is more than happy to let Leah drive Bella home. “In fact,” he says, “why.don’t you stay in Forks tonight?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s not good to be away from your imprint for too long, and she’ll be in school and doing homework all week long. Nighttime is the only time you’ll get to see her for a while.”

Leah wilts at the reminder that she won’t be able to be with Bella all day every day (and wow, what a pussy she’s turning into, huh? Damn imprint) and agrees.

Bella goes into her home through the front door, changes into her pajamas, says goodnight to Charlie, and opens her bedroom window.

“Leah?” she asks, voice quiet in the darkness of her room. They’re in Bella’s bed, much like they were in Leah’s last night, only this time they have to be quiet because Charlie is unaware of their little sleepover.

“Yeah?”

“You really love me?”

The absolute doubt in Bella’s voice is heartbreaking, and it makes Leah want to kill Edward fucking Cullen ten times over. “Yes, I do. You’re the most important thing in my entire world.”

“So you’ll never leave me?”

“I can’t go to school with you, but I’ll do my best to be here more often than not.”

Bella hums and presses herself closer to Leah’s heat. “Good.” Then, Leah feels cool fingers travelling up to cup her cheek, and she’s tilting her head down and Bella’s tilting her head up, and that first, tentative meeting of lips, almost too gentle to feel, is everything Leah never realized she wanted.

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Vengeance Chapter Five

(I hope no one minds the early update, but due to a paper that I have to get done on Saturday, I thought it was best to post this now as I won’t have time to write until Sunday. As always thank you @sinfulwonders for your beta-reading and thank you sunflower_8 (do you even have a tumblr, where are you?) for helping me as well. You two are so lovely and I’m so grateful. Thank you thank you. Thank you for reading, for reblogging, and for liking my chapters as well. You’re all so kind.)

Rated: NSFW (Danganronpa I’m sorry)

Summary: Amateur Detective Shuichi Saihara knew that searching for the “Usual 16” wasn’t going to get him anywhere. The disappearances weren’t being tracked in any news outlet, and very few families even tried to come forward to ask for help, let alone to report them missing. Yet, Shuichi can’t shake off the feeling that there’s a reason behind the disappearances, and he’s close to the answer.He just didn’t realize that the answer was going to hit close to home, in more ways than one.

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“That’s a face."

Shuichi startled as he looked over to see Kokichi peering at him from underneath the hat. His expression was mischievous and teasing, but the violets of his eyes spoke volumes of worry and concern. He didn’t hear Kokichi approach the school’s gate. He supposed he was a little out of it. Staking out places and trying not to get caught, added to the excitement that they won a tournament, he was starting to feel socially drained. He was surprised he didn’t fall asleep during class. He knew that the circles under his eyes were going to make Kokichi force him into another “skip class for a day” situation if he didn’t find a way to get sleep tonight. “I’m sorry.” Shuichi murmured as he tugged his hat down. “It’s been...it’s been a week.”

Kokichi flicked the hat’s brim up a little. “Looks like you’re about to get turned into a ghost or a corpse at this rate.” The joke was a little off, but Shuichi didn’t blame him for it. “I thought we agreed that sleeping was a good thing, Shuichi-chan. Good dreams! Do I need to break into your house again?” They started walking away from the school and headed down towards the street.

“You’re going to break into the house no matter what I say. I’m surprised you haven’t lately.” Shuichi paused and he looked at Kokichi, who suddenly started biting his thumb. “Are...are Deuce and Trick okay?” They were the ones everyone was most concerned about, considering their home life. It wouldn’t surprise Shuichi at all if Kokichi was trying to stay out with them to prevent them from going home, or at the very least trying to find ways to shelter them.

“They’re fine.” Kokichi replied, waving off the concern expertly. “We’re just trying to think about the place of attack. The hospital was a hit. Did you see the newspapers?! They still haven’t figured us out yet!”

“I did. My uncle nearly had an aneurysm over the phone when he called me.” Shuichi smiled lightly. “He knew immediately that it was you. Deuce-kun needs to change his signature.”

“Ugh, of course he’d give us away.” Kokichi groaned as he rolled his eyes. He brought his arms up over his head and leaned into the casual posture. “But you know, maybe we should keep the signature. You know, just in case someone else wants to try their hand at mystery solving. It isn’t fun if the Saihara’s are always on the case.”

“Oh believe me, we have our rivals.” Shuichi accepted the teasing. “I just don’t think we care too much.”

“You wouldn’t, which is either a testament to how good you are or how uncaring you are. I on the other hand adore my rivals.” Kokichi let his arms down and he immediately grabbed onto Shuichi’s arm, holding him close to him. “After all if that’s how I met you then maybe someone in my group will fall for their own rival. Then our group can get bigger. We could rule all of Japan. With you by my side. What do you say?”

“You’re insane and I love you.” Shuichi offered.

“Boring.”

“I love you or that you’re insane?” Shuichi raised an eyebrow.

“The love you part, duh. I already know Shuichi-chan loves me. He loves me so much, he did all that dirty work for me without too much of a hassle. He did ask too many questions though.” The grip on his arm only tightened, and Shuichi knew that Kokichi was lying. Well, he was lying about thinking the “love” part was boring. He was pretty certain everything else he was saying was true.

As they walked, Shuichi noticed a black car turning a corner and his eyebrow lifted slightly. Remembering the conversation that he had with Aki the other night made him concerned. Considering that he didn’t see whether or not they had a plate on them or not, he decided to give the benefit of the doubt for now. Kokichi cleared his throat and he realized that he must have spaced again.

“I’m coming home with you.” Kokichi proclaimed.

“Ah, what?” Shuichi blinked.

“I’m coming home with you. You’re acting weird and I don’t think you’d get on the right train without me.” Kokichi carefully dislodged himself from his arm and slipped his hand down into Shuichi’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’d be all discombobulated if you got off at the wrong station.”

“Are you sure you’re talking about me and not about Shuffle-chan?”

“She’d like the adventure too much and she’d call us if she got really, really lost. Shuichi-chan isn’t all that bright. You’d try to solve the mystery before you called us to tell us you got lost.” Kokichi pouted. “And leave me and Aki-chan to worry.”

“You’d worry. I think Aki-chan would just laugh at you for being scared.”

“Waah!” Kokichi let him go as he burst into tears. “You’re so mean to me! I’m just worried about you and you’re laughing at me!”

“Ah, I’m sorry Kokichi-kun. I’m sorry!” Shuichi’s neck turned hot as he could feel the gaze of the crowd lingering on them. He wanted to hide and he wanted Kokichi to stop making a scene. “Please stop crying, I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. I’m glad you’re worried about me. Honest.”

“Nishishi.” Kokichi’s tears immediately dried as though he hadn’t been crying in the first place. Shuichi still was trying to figure out how he could do that on command. Not even his mother could cry on demand, which was saying something considering she was a talented actress of her time.

Shuichi wanted off of that train of thought as fast as he possibly could. “You really are acting out of it. Did a certain someone try to contact you?”

“Ah no, I think that hasn’t happened in some time.” Shuichi shook his head. “Just a lot of thoughts. I’m sorry.”

“Well. No need to fret anymore. I’ll make all those worries and thoughts disappear when we get home.” Kokichi clung onto his arm again. “It’s the least you can do for making me cry, and maybe if you got some sleep.”

Shuichi sighed loudly.

Aki wasn’t home yet. Shuichi had put that thought away as he was busy trying to keep Kokichi from doing anything too insane. That meant being subjected to game after game, and trying to keep up with any riddles that the D.I.C.E. leader could find either on the internet or something that he made up on the spot. Right now, they had just finished building a blanket fort and both of them were snuggling, practically lying on top of each other.

“Hmm, it’s almost eight. Should we order takeout?” Kokichi mused. “I haven’t heard the door open, and Aki-chan isn’t back yet I don’t think.”

“Eight?” Shuichi glanced over sleepily to see that Kokichi was holding his phone in his hand, staring at the home screen. “Can you send her a message asking if she went to your hide out or something? See if she wants something or if she’s eating with friends.”

Kokichi nodded and Shuichi listened to the obnoxious beeping sounds of the buttons being pressed. He knew that Kokichi could change that in his settings, but for whatever reason, Kokichi wanted the most annoying thing he could find. He was just grateful that it was no longer the duck sounds.

Of course that theory went out the window as the phone blasted a horn sound through its speakers. Shuichi startled, staring at the phone and then back up to Kokichi. Kokichi nonchalantly flicked his thumb against the screen. He could hear his own phone going off in his school bag, but Shuichi felt too comfortable to move away from Kokichi or the fort that they had built. The bluish light tinted Kokichi's face and casted a shadow of concern and worry on his eyes.

“Kokichi-kun?” Shuichi watched as Kokichi moved so that he was sitting up right, legs immediately crossed as he leaned forward, his phone practically pressed up against his face. The concern only turned Shuichi’s blood cold and he quickly scrambled out of the fort to go to his backpack, ripping it open to dive for his phone that was somewhere deep in the abyss. He hated that his backpack could consume anything that was small. He was certain that he had a good assortment of blue and purple pens somewhere down there at the bottom, but he couldn’t find them, nor did he ever put in the effort of actually turning his back upside down.

He felt the vibration before he could feel his phone. He snatched towards the phone’s direction and yanked it out, ignoring the many papers that flew out with it. He saw that there were several notifications on his screen from the D.I.C.E chat, but also Discord was surprisingly blowing up too around the same time. There was also an email that he received. He only glanced at Danganronpa, before deciding to ignore it for now. It was probably spam or some type of advertisement, and he wasn’t about to get into that when he was too concerned about why Kokcihi was suddenly on alert.

Shuichi quickly got on to the D.I.C.E’s chat and saw with a sinking heart why Kokichi had turned so pale.

[ Widow: Masashi-kun and Touru-kun are the hospital, so there’s no one at the hideout. If Saihara-san really did come by to visit us, she would have probably left as soon as she saw the lights were off. ]

[ March: Do I need to be down there. ]

[ Widow: No. We have it under control. We’re getting them out of that house. ]

[ Solo: Ouma-kun is more than welcome to stay here. I know Saihara-kun will undoubtedly want him at his place too. I’m concerned about Saihara-san. That’s abnormal. Wouldn’t she be home? ]

[ March: Shuichi-chan’s worried. He’s also reading this chat. ]

[ Matador: I’m sorry to hear about Masashi-kun and Touru-kun. If we need to be there, we can be there. I just have to find a way to let Aki-chan know that we’re there. I’m worried. She would have responded to the chat by now. ]

[ Shuffle: (,,꒪꒫꒪,,) But I thought Chi-chan was home. ]

[ March: Explain. ]

[ Shuffle: (ó﹏ò｡) Aki-chan didn’t walk with me to school today. ]

Both Kokichi and Shuichi looked up at each other at the same time. Shuichi felt his heart drop into his stomach. It was nearing twelve hours then. He knew that the first few hours would’ve been critical if someone was going to be saved. Reporting it now would be a shot in the dark, but at least a chance.

Shuichi let Kokichi handle the D.I.C.E chat. Meanwhile he sent a text to his uncle, his thumbs hitting the wrong keys as his hands shook. He didn’t realize the screen was getting blurry until he felt something warm drip down his cheeks. She told him. Just a few nights ago, she told him that she was worried. She told him that she was afraid that there was someone following her.

Shuichi hadn’t done a thing. He should have encouraged her to report it. He should have told her that she needed to call their guardian. She could have been saved. Aki could have been saved. If he just had…

[ Uncle: Breathe, kid, I already texted Keiko. I’m going to swing by the police department and file a report. Best to do it and be wrong, than to be right and never have a chance. Chances are, Aki forgot to tell us that she had somewhere to be. ]

Shuichi really hoped that was the case, but he wasn’t sure about that. Trying to distract himself, he decided to go back towards the D.I.C.E chat, and saw that Kokichi already ordered them to stay where they were, and to take care of Deuce and Trick. Shuichi didn’t have any energy to feel angry for them. He really hated that the system had let them down like it had, and he really hoped that they were okay. He really hoped that his Uncle was right and that Aki was okay. That she just was late. That she did just forget.

He also knew that if she had been, Aki would’ve texted. He also knew that if she was anywhere near her phone, that entire conversation would have had her concern in it too. She probably would have echoed the same offer Shuichi gave full heartedly about needing to be there, if they had to be there.

“Shuichi-chan?” Kokichi said quietly and Shuichi looked up to see that Kokichi had crawled out of the blanket fort and was sitting next to him. His hand was hovering between them, as though he wasn't sure if he could grab onto Shuichi or not. Shuichi bowed his head and Kokichi immediately opened his arms towards him, dragging him to lean against his body.

“What happened to Masashi-kun and Touru-kun? Did anyone specify?” The lump burned at his throat as he attempted to speak around it. His stomach was twisted into so many knots, Shuichi wasn’t sure how to start untangling them. He could feel Kokichi tremble underneath him, or maybe it was just him shaking like a leaf and unable to get a hold of himself.

“To put it mildly, parents suck.” Kokichi answered as he flicked his thumb against the screen.

Shuichi nodded, understanding. He tried to think about what they needed to do. What could they do? There was absolutely nothing either one of them could do. Kokichi could go to the hospital. Kokichi was their leader, but Shuichi also knew that trying to tell Kokichi to leave while he was like this wasn't going to happen. Kokichi knew how to be stubborn.

“What about Aki-chan?” Kokichi decided to press softly. “What did we decide to do?”

It shouldn’t warm his heart to hear Kokichi refer to himself as family, but Shuichi needed the support. “Uncle Koji’s coming home. Aunt Keiko’s already been informed. We’re…” He swallowed thickly, feeling a renewed burning in his eyes as tears threatened to spill. “We’re reporting her missing.”

Kokichi nodded solemnly as he pulled away from him and started brushing away at his tears. “We’ll find her.” He said after a moment. “She’s one of us. She’s easy to find.”

“Yeah?”

“Pfft, you really doubt me don’t you?” Kokichi’s voice raised a little. He held his finger out, pointing at Shuichi. “Did you forget that we’re a team of ten thousand strong?!”

“N-no.” There were only eleven members. “Then why don’t I ever see them at the meetings?”

“How the hell am I going to stuff that many people in our house? Jeez, Shuichi-chan, it’s called Discord. You should know it by now.” Kokichi huffed and Shuichi faintly laughed. “Honestly the audacity you have to doubt your own boyfriend, let alone your own leader .”

“Sorry.” Shuichi quickly bowed his head, and he could feel Kokichi shift. “So. You think that she’ll be found?”

“No doubt about it. So come on Shuichi, let’s go back into the fort yeah? I’m sure Koji-chan and Keiko-chan will prefer it if you didn’t worry over stupid things.” Kokichi gently took Shuichi’s hand. “Besides, what can you do right now? All we have is people telling us that she’s gone. Nothing to say where. Nothing to say who. Until we get that information, what can we start doing? It’s the city, not the wilderness.”

Shuichi couldn’t deny that Kokichi was right. There really was no way to figure out where she was at the time. He felt his phone buzz next to him and he reached for it automatically. Another email from Danganronpa.

Frowning, he decided to open the email app. He could mark it a spam so that he could focus on more important things. Just as he reached the inbox, he saw the complete subject box. The first email that was sent had the subject line of: Thank you for your tribute and your impending participation. Which felt as ominous as it sounded. The second email had the line of: Are you ready for a game of thrills, chills and kills?

“What’s wrong?” Kokichi asked and Shuichi angled his phone towards his boyfriend’s direction. “Um...what?”

“That’s my impression too. I don’t…”

Kokichi yanked the phone out of Shuichi’s hand. “If I reply to the spam email, do you think I’ll be as famous as that English comedian back in the U.K?”

“No? They’re probably going to think that you’re doing this to be like him to begin with.” Shuichi wouldn’t mind it if Kokichi tried to send a prank back at them. Maybe if he did that, he’d be left alone.

“Thank you for your tribute and participation,” Kokichi suddenly read aloud, causing Shuichi to look at him. “As you know, this game only happens once a year and with the best choices that were picked from judges. We had over thirty auditions this year, and it was hard to narrow down the choices to just sixteen.” He paused and Shuichi felt all color drain from his face. Sixteen. Kokichi glanced at him before continuing. “We hope that you will continue to participate in the game as you have done in the previous years. If this is your first time getting this email, congratulations on being a part of the Danganronpa family. We hope you enjoy your stay.”

“What.” Shuichi replied, staring at him like he just grew another head.

Kokichi quickly deleted that email and went to the next one. “Dear Danganronpa Fanatics. Welcome back to the fifty-second game! The rules have changed slightly due to audiences wishing to take more of a role in our games. We are so excited to share what we have in store for you. As you are aware, we have opened our doors to allow family members who are close to the contestants to have a special invite so that they can watch and participate too. Isn’t that exciting? Bear in mind that the audience and the family members are going to be anonymous, meaning that you will not know who is who during this time to make the voting fair. Yes, that’s right! Voting time! You will not be voting during the class trials unfortunately, as that is for the contestants to deal with. Instead, you will be voting anywhere from favorite colors to motive videos.”

“Motive videos?” Shuichi asked weakly. “Game? What do they mean by class trials?!”

“I don’t know.” Kokichi bit his thumb as he stared at the email. “It goes on to talk about that the voting is majority rules, and that you can only influence the game so much. You may get a chance to do a video talking directly to the contestant, but you have to be aware that the motive videos may be switched among the players, so you may want to choose words carefully. Jeez, for a spam email, they sure decided to go the dark route, didn’t they?”

“I no longer think that’s spam.” But what else could it be? Shuichi never heard of Danganronpa before. He doubted that his cousin would have even known about it either. They didn’t go around looking for things like that, at least he didn’t think she would. Then again, missing people always had secrets. He glanced at the wall that his computer desk was pushed up against. The very same wall that he could hear her guitar. Missing people always had secrets that even the closest relatives didn’t know about.

He never thought that there would be a day he would have to investigate his own cousin. He never thought that he would have to dig out her secrets. He looked at the phone that was resting in Kokichi’s hand, seeing the words that were printed on the screen. He doubted about the auditions. He doubted that there was such a thing.

Takahashi said it best, didn’t he? That if he was going to kidnap, he would scout out his potential targets. That was what those black cars were for.

“The Usual Sixteen.” Shuichi murmured quietly.

“Please tell me you’re not thinking about trying to use a case to distract you. I’m right here.” Kokichi pouted, but the mood didn’t match. He was trying, and Shuichi appreciated it.

“No, that’s wrong.” Shuichi shook his head. “I was thinking...Danganronpa specifically mentioned that sixteen were selected out of the thirty that they scouted.”

“Yes…” Kokichi agreed slowly. “You think that…”

“The Usual Sixteen were in Danganronpa. But why? If it’s a game, shouldn’t they have returned home?” Shuichi pursed his lips together. “That’s what bothers me about it.”

“There’s a link in the email.” Kokichi glanced down at the email. “We could...turn it on...confirm our suspicions.”

“...I think I’d like my uncle to take a look at it first.” Shuichi determined. “I’d rather have him know that I got these emails and see what his professional opinion is. Chances are, we may not have a choice but to hand over my phone as evidence, because of the links that are on it. They may be able to trace something.”

“If that’s what you want, beloved. I won’t stop you.” Kokichi sighed as he handed the phone back to Shuichi. “But can you send me those emails to my phone regardless?”

“Why?” Shuichi’s brows furrowed.

“I want Solo-kun to see if he can’t trace it.”

“I mean…” He trailed off. The police were sometimes too slow and if Aki was a part of it, then they needed to know now before something happened. “I guess.”

“Cool! Thank you babe!”

“Oh god please no.”

“Baby~”

“No.”

“Bambino.”

“Kokichi-kun, no.”

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melanindro · 4 years

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Akiyama’s character sheet is here! I decided to stay true to the demon slayer art style with this one, and I really like how it turned out! The art is mine 🙌🏾

This oc was really fun to make since I actually had to do research on her name, breath style (which I made myself), etc.

Name: Satō Akiyama (or Akiyama Satō I’m English terms)

Name meaning: The word “Aki” can be roughly translated in English as fall or autumn. The color of Aki’s eyes resemble fall leaves, hence the nickname. “Yama” is translated into mountain, so her first name basically means “autumn mountain”. Satō is a common Japanese surname.

Age: 16-19, I couldn’t decide 😂

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Akiyama is half Japanese and half African (of African descent).

Appearance: Akiyama is brown skinned. She’s dark enough for people to realize when looking at her that her complexion isn’t tanned, and that’s her natural skin tone. She has light, striking amber eyes, which are a stark contrast to her dark skin. Her iris’ resemble the color of the sky during a sunset. Being of a mixed ethnicity, Akiyama has textured hair. It’s about 3B-C on the hair scale. She’s 5’6.

Personality: Very detached from it all. She could be standing in a room and no one would notice it because of how silent she’d be. She doesn’t seem to show a lot of concern for anything, and she always has this day-dreamy look on her face. In truth, Akiyama is pretty anti-confrontational, so It’s hard to tell what she’s thinking a lot of times, but she’s pretty kind upon first interactions.

Fun fact: She loves taking naps, and when she’s not on duty, she’s either asleep or reading. Hence why she always looks half asleep.

Weapon: Nichirin blade. As for its color, her blade is dark brown, and it resembles the color of cedar or tree bark. This tricks most of her opponents in the beginning, but her breathing forms and attacks will quickly let the realization dawn on them.

Breath form: Breath of the Maple

This is getting a little long, so I’ll end the post here 😅 If you want to know more about her, feel free to message me. And I hope you like her!

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ezzydean · 4 years

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junk drawer bits (5)

Asahi and Kindaichi - 2 (years)

(note this thing is 2300 words)

“That’s the thing,” Yuutarou hisses out. “There was never supposed to be an ‘us’ or a ‘we’ or anything like that. Nothing was ever supposed to be ‘ours’ or whatever.” He scrubs his hand through his hair and blows out a heavy breath.

“Well you done fucked that one up.”

“Thanks, Hanamaki-san.”

“Anytime.”

“I never asked for him to love me.”

Hanamaki pats Yuutarou’s shoulder with a smile. “That’s the thing, Kindaichi. You should never have to ask someone to love you. And if you have to ask them to love you, well, I personally wouldn’t trust them to be telling the truth about it.”

“But what if… What if I can’t love Azumane?”

“Then that’s a discussion you have to have with him. Not me. But what if you can?”

—

Asahi settles at his desk and flips through his sketches idly. He’s looking at them but he’s nowhere near focused. He just can’t today. Not even when Yachi pops into his office to go over their project. All he can think about today is Yuutarou. Yuutarou’s laugh. His smile. The way he crinkles his nose when Oikawa texts him. Yuutarou curled up on Asahi’s couch. Yuutarou grinning during a weekend volleyball game.

He does think about work a little. He thinks about the indulgent look Yuutarou gives him when he sees what Asahi has designed this time. The way he tilts his head and rubs at his cheek when he steps out of the dressing room and lets Asahi see how he looks in Asahi’s designs for the first time. How he looks on the runway in any designer’s clothes but especially how he looks in Asahi’s.

He thinks about the way his stomach swoops and butterflies flutter against his heart when Yuutarou just looks at him.

He just hopes the one day Yuutarou might feel those things when he looks at Asahi.

—

Hanamaki gives Yuutarou a look. Yuutarou glares at him in response. Asahi looks between two of his favorite models to work with and swallows nervously. Something happened. Something shifted. He’s not sure he wants to know just what it was.

Hanamaki grins at Asahi and Asahi smiles in return.

Yeah something is going on. Maybe he’ll sic Futakuchi on them if they keep acting weird. He’ll get to the bottom of things in no time.

—

Sometimes Yuutarou really hates the fact that he’s such good friends with someone who has known him since he was, like, thirteen.

Hanamaki smirks at him from across the room like he knows what Yuutarou is thinking. He might. There have been days that Yuutarou’s pretty sure Hanamaki is psychic.

Hanamaki sneezes and nearly cracks his head on the mirror the makeup artist is holding in front of his face and Yuutarou snorts. Then again there are a lot of days he wouldn’t want to be stuck in this whole modeling thing without Hanamaki at his side.

“You’re done,” his makeup artist says. “Azumane’s collection is up in twenty-five minutes.”

Thoughts of Asahi’s newest collection, of Asahi hunched over his desk and sketching while he mumbles distractedly at Yuutarou, of Asahi grinning in triumph as he hands over a sketch eagerly for Yuutarou to look at flash through Yuutarou’s mind and he can’t quite keep the smile off his face as he slides out of his chair and heads for the dressing rooms.

—

“That’s the thing.”

—

“Asahi,” Suga warns, “do not make him your muse.”

Asahi scratches at his cheek and smiles sheepishly. “Too late?”

—

“So,” Futakuchi hands out invitations and itineraries to the party, “we all know how these things go. If you don’t have a partner you’ll need a date that falls into one of the qualification categories. I know it’s shitty. But it’s the price we pay for our jobs.”

They all start to trickle out of the office while they read over the information on the latest charity event.

“So is Aki coming with you to this one?” Yuutarou snaps out of his wandering thoughts at Asahi’s voice. It takes him a moment to register what he was asked but when it does he laughs.

“Ah no. She’s actually started dating this guy she met at the grocery store, of all places.”

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.”

“No need. You know she and I were never anything but friends.”

Asahi nods as they make their way towards the entrance of the building. He opens the door with a thoughtful hum and gestures for Yuutarou to head outside first. They stand in the cool autumn morning for a few minutes in silence, just watching each other until Asahi suddenly blurts out, “If you wanted we could go together. I’m pretty sure we fall under each other’s ‘acceptable categories’ and all that. But we’d have to double check with Futakuchi.”

His heart does not flutter at Asahi’s suggestion. It doesn’t.

But it does speed up a little at the thought of arriving at the party not only wearing Asahi’s designs but with Asahi at his side.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Saves us both the hassle of finding someone to go with that we can actually stand for the entire thing.”

—

“There was never supposed to be an ‘us’ or a ‘we’ or anything like that.”

—

Yuutarou rolls his shoulders and does his best to simply sink into the couch. He loves being a model. But sometimes he just wishes he had gone into business or something. Sitting behind a desk for hours sounds less exhausting then dealing with makeup and hair and fittings and re-fittings and adjustments and cameras and angles and-

He groans and falls onto his side.

“Long day?” Asahi doesn’t even have to ask, but he does. He also doesn’t have to get Yuutarou a cold bottle of water and tug off Yuutarou’s shoes and grab a blanket from the basket in the corner and cover Yuutarou carefully. But he does.

He does and Yuutarou appreciates that. He doesn’t appreciate the way his stomach twirls awkwardly when Asahi smiles gently at him and runs his hand through Yuutarou’s hair quite as much.

But it’s close.

—

It’s all crap. Asahi balls up another page and tosses it across the room towards the trash can. It’s his seventeenth one this afternoon. Nothing is working.

He feels like a phony. A fraud. A cheap hack of a designer.

His eighteenth sheet winds up the same as the other seventeen and he buries his face in his arms before he can even start to ruin his nineteenth attempt.

Something bounces off his head and he turns his face to the side with a glare. Yuutarou snorts at him and tosses another paper ball at his head.

“Come on,” Yuutarou says. “Let’s take a walk. We’ll head over to that garden. You know there’s never anyone there and you look like you could use a break from everything.”

Their walk is quiet but something about it feels different than their usual quiet. There’s a charge in the air, like a storm in the distance waiting to roll in. But the trip is still pleasant and the garden is empty like it always is and Asahi relaxes against the bench in degrees until he’s slumped against the back of it and tilting ever so slightly towards Yuutarou.

He tries not to notice that Yuutarou is tilted towards him as well.

—

It’s something of a routine now. Asahi finishes a set of sketches and they go out for a cheap dinner to celebrate. Usually one of the small stands near Asahi’s apartment but sometimes they’ll hit the shop down the street from Yuutarou’s place that they’re never quite sure about how it has managed to stay open this long. After dinner they’ll head back to whoever’s place is closer. Then they’ll collapse in front of the tv and binge whatever random shows or movies they find until one of them falls asleep on the couch.

When they wake up the next morning whoever fell asleep first makes breakfast.

It’s not until Yuutarou overhears Asahi turn down an invitation from Futakuchi and Yachi to go out after finishing his latest sketches that he realizes what has happened.

“You sure you don’t want to go Asahi? We don’t want you to feel left out or anything and hate us and never speak to us again.” Yachi stares up at Asahi with wide eyes.

“Thank you again for inviting me but no thanks. Kindaichi and I are going to grab a quick bite and marathon that new series everyone’s been talking about. It’s kind of our thing after I finish a project.”

Futakuchi shrugs and gives Asahi a lazy wave as he and Yachi leave the office.

Yuutarou swallows hard, mouth suddenly dry and hands clammy, when Asahi calls out that he’ll be done in just a minute and they can go.

—

“Nothing was ever supposed to be ‘ours’ or whatever.”

—

Asahi has three bags hooked on one arm and a watermelon tucked under the other. It makes the trip up the winding path to Oikawa’s secluded house a bit of a struggle but it’s worth it when he stumbles through the gate and Yuutarou’s eyes widen in surprised glee.

“You actually brought me a watermelon,” Yuutarou breathes out as he takes it from Asahi.

“Of course. You wouldn’t flat out say it but you were disappointed that Oikawa ate all of the one he had last night.”

“You spoil me.”

Asahi waves off his words and if anyone would dare ask him he’ll tell them his flushed cheeks are from the walk up. Oikawa eyes him but before he can come stick his nose in Asahi’s business Ushijima pokes his head out and says something that has Oikawa yelling at him and chasing him inside the house.

—

Yuutarou stares up at the night sky with unseeing eyes. He doesn’t even flinch when Hanamaki drops onto the porch steps next to him and throws his arm around Yuutaoru’s shoulders.

“You done fucked that one up,” Hanamaki says softly. Almost apologetically. Yuutarou knows exactly what he’s referring to even if the conversation was over a year and a half ago.

Yuutarou snorts and shakes his head.

He already knows.

—

“I never asked for him to love me.”

—

The streetlights throw sharp stripes of light across Asahi’s bed and he groans as he rolls over in an attempt to avoid them. He just doesn’t feel like getting up to shut his curtains. He’s not even sure what time it is other than late enough to be dark enough for streetlights. Which means he slept far too much and missed all his meetings today and he might have had a deadline this evening? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t even know for sure what day he’s on.

This is what he gets for not listening to Suga. It is also what he gets for listening to Suga. It’s complicated. Suga is the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other all at once.

Sometimes he wishes he could just shut off parts of him. Right now his emotions would be a nice thing to set aside.

Feeling things is tricky.

He buries his head under his pillow and falls back asleep. He’ll deal with whatever happens later.

—

“But what if… What if I can’t love Azumane?”

—

Yuutarou has his phone in a death grip as he storms into Asahi’s apartment. The guy behind the desk looks startled but Yuutarou is here enough that he simply nods and goes back to his newspaper. It should give him at least a moment’s pause that he’s at Asahi’s place so much that he doesn’t even get stopped or anything when he comes in. It should. But it doesn’t. Because he hasn’t heard from Asahi in almost a week and his heart is racing and his stomach is turning in on itself as he impatiently watches the elevator floor numbers climb.

He’s out of the elevator the moment the doors start to open and in front of Asahi’s door before he even realizes he’s moved. He doesn’t bother knocking. He’s had a key for a few months now (yet another thing that should give him a moment’s pause but doesn’t) and he lets himself in. He kicks his shoes off into the pile already next to the door and calls out a greeting as he hurries into the apartment.

Asahi startles awake from where he’s slumped against his desk when Yuutarou steps into his workroom slash office and yelps when he steps on a pin.

Asahi jumps up and hurries to Yuutarou’s side. Yuutarou lets Asahi half carry him across the room and deposit him gently in the chair.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he kneels on the floor. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I even dropped any pins on the floor.” Asahi pulls the pin out and inspects Yuutarou’s foot.

—

“Then that’s a discussion you have to have with him. Not me.”

—

“I love you,” Yuutarou says. Asahi looks up at him in surprise. “I’ve been so frustrated that you disappeared this week and I was going to come over here and give you a piece of my mind but…” He laughs at himself and shakes his head. “I love you,” he repeats. “That’s all there is to it. Nothing else really feels like it matters right now.” He smiles at Asahi’s still surprised expression. “And I just hope you feel something similar.”

Asahi blinks at him a few times and then his surprise melts into a smile that makes Yuutarou’s chest feel tight and his heart speed up.

“I love you too. I have for awhile. I was just waiting for you to catch up to me.”

“I’m here now.”

“You are.” Asahi pulls Yuutarou down into his lap and buries his face against Yuutarou’s neck. “You’re here,” he whispers.

—

“But what if you can?”

#haikyuu #kindaichi yuutarou #azumane asahi #AsaKin #AsaKin fic #hq writing #junk drawer bits

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atendersun-archived · 3 years

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👪👑

👪 …someone in my muse’s family.

“I have a big brother. His name is Matthew.”

Although the two of them loved one another very much, they had been pretty distant from each other for nearly a decade. At eighteen, the older of the two had rightfully wanted to pursue opportunities in which he didn’t always have to feel tied to his younger sibling. Therefore, he, as well as a friend of his, went overseas to establish himself as a new man. At the time, Muu had only been fifteen. As only a teen, he didn’t really understand why his brother, someone who he looked up to dearly ever since they were very young, would want to go so far away. He had missed having someone to share a room with him, or confide in when he didn’t really have any other friends. Years later, he eventually came to realize why those things were kind of the reasons he’d left in the first place. He’d wanted to be recognized less for being the brother to someone who seemed to get so much attention only to cry so often about being lonely. Instead, he simply wanted to grow into his own person. To focus on his own problems, and to celebrate his individual success. Wherever they were, and whoever they had managed to become, Muu at least hoped he knew he was loved and missed very dearly.

“He’s real smart. When we were littler, he would read me books, because I’m not so good with looking at them. Even after he said I was too big to share the bed with him, I’d ask if I could stay there just long enough for him to read me a bit of his library books, then I- I’d just fall asleep there anyways. I really miss him, but I.. I also don’t know what I’d say if he came back. I think a lot of it would make him real sad, so I only tell him nice things in my letters.”

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

“I don’t think there’s anybody that I’m real jealous of now, but I- I know I used to be real jealous of lots of my friends.”

Not really knowing where to begin, the male simply spoke on who and what seemed to hit his mind first.“I used to be real jealous of the other boys at Komachi, because they had together-boys who loved them very much and I.. I didn’t. It doesn’t really bug me anymore though, because I am not too worried about that kinda stuff anymore. The forever kinda stuff, you know? I am just taking things like little bits, an- and enjoying them just like that.”

If he dwelled on the subject did he sometimes find himself living in that same amount of loneliness as the past? Technically, yes, but he’d at least grown enough over time for it not to bother him beyond a very, very small fraction of what it had as young man. He understood that sometimes things in life did not go as planned, and that he was not free from blame in it becoming that way. He forever had to accept the truth that no matter how much he swore he’d have made different choices if given the opportunity to do it all over again, the chance to do was never going to actually happen. As such, all he could have really done was accept the fact that just because he moved on it didn’t automatically mean he’d be accepting anything other than the ability to love who he did in a different way.

“I also was jealous of the Aki-boy that worked there, because I thought he was stealing Aime away.” He’d thought, in his childish ways of thinking, that he must have misbehaved so much for the Frenchman that he’d made himself replaceable as a result. He knew that such a thing likely wasn’t the actual reason for his friend and him becoming more distant with him time, and that it was an indicator of their paths becoming more unaligned with age. Of course he held no such ill will towards the one he’d been more likely to refer to as simply Aki. For both of them, even if they were no longer tied together as a pair, he hoped they were doing well.

“Oh, and I was jealous of Jirou. He’s Akatsuki together-boy. I used to feel way bad when I thought about how Jirou doesn’t make Akatsuki go to the bar, but I always did. I don’t think I wanted to be mean to him though, because it isn’t his fault that he’s very nice.” He actually quite liked them as a person. They had never been anything but kind to him, so he felt that they deserved only the same thing in return. “It’s just.. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“There’s also, um.. a- aluin..”, that one he had whispered softly, almost frightened. There was an immediate ping of danger at the back of his mind that tightened his throat. Anxiously, he fidgeted with a band aid that he’d placed over a cut acquired at work the day before as he attempted to explain himself. In a hushed voice, he continued, “h-he was my friend. He was super co- cool, an- and had lots of friends that loved him so very much that he didn’t have to w- worry about being a good boy, or.. or a bad boy that day.”

Breaching the point of becoming overwhelmed with nervousness, the man gently rubbed at his own face and neck. He knew he only had a little bit left that he was willing to say on the subject, so he kept going.“Eventually.. I wasn’t jealous of him anymore, I.. I was jealous of his friends b- because they got to see him nice, and I didn’t. They.. they got to have hugs and smiles, and.. I wasn’t allowed.”

Not wanting anyone to feel sad for him, or worried on his behalf, Muu smiled in reassurance. “It isn’t so bad now though, I promise. I’m not real sad about it anymore, because I know he was like me. He.. he wasn’t all the way a grown up yet, so I know he didn’t mean all of it. Plus, I- I know I kind of deserved it a little bit..” By that point he was already feeling a lot better regarding the subject. He wanted to spread that growing positivity by speaking on something that was much happier, yet still relevant to things at the same time. “I think I’m not jealous of my friends now because the things that would have made me feel like that before are what I love about them. I like them for being brave, for having really pretty freckles, for.. for being cute. Each of my friends are very special.”

#bclasaeg

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virgin aki is so. like i imagine himeno tried to hook up with him when they were both black out drunk at a point but he just tucked her into bed and he laid on top of the covers and in the morning when she assumed they slept together he was too embarrassed to contest it. so when he admits he’s a virgin to the reader he has to recount that situation and thank god he can laugh about it now but in the moment he was mortified and didn’t know what to do. but now he has the reader, who he’s already so in love with and obsessed with that he trusts them to guide him, to make him feel good and take care of him… he admits he’s a virgin and the reader doesn’t even flinch and it Touches Aki that their first thought is asking if he wants it to be with them, if he wants a fancy romantic night. they’re describing a scenario out to him, running their thumb over the back of his hand, telling him to imagine coming home from a long day at the office and that the reader has a hot meal waiting for him, denji and power staying the night at the reader’s apartment for them to destroy, aki’s apartment just for the night. their hand comes up to cup aki’s cheek, he’s already so flushed, his heart is pounding, as they gently brush through those loose strands by his ear, telling him they’d do the laundry, fresh sheets, and they’d buy him wine for the occasion, they’d do whatever he wanted, as long as he’s comfortable… and aki’s mind is already spinning scenes of them pressing him into his bed, knotting their fingers in his hair, moaning his name as they ride him and pepper him with kisses… his eyes had gone hazy and, when the reader moves their hand off of his cheek, he clears his throat and crosses his legs and huskily admits he would like that - 🍊

virgin aki lives within my heart

I love this... and I love the idea of you making sure aki has the perfect night... ensuring that he's as comfortable as he could be and that he's ready for this...

aki would have imagined it for a long time. considering the life he's chosen to live, he sort of just assumed he'd never end up losing his virginity, but once you came into his life, all of that changed.

he'll never admit how nervous he gets when he thinks about losing his virginity to you, but you can tell by the way he blushes and stutters the moment you bring it up. and he'll never tell you how the thought has kept him up at night, tossing and turning trying to settle the fluttery feeling in his core and the heat on his cheeks and the warmth between his legs.

truthfully, he's worried. aki worries that he won't be enough for you, that you won't like his appearance, that he'll mess things up. but he loves you, and with your words of reassurance helping to settle his anxieties, aki realizes that there's no-one he'd rather lose it to, and no-one he trusts more than you.

when the night finally comes, aki is so nervous, although your efforts to make him comfortable help him to calm down a little. you've dimmed the lights in his room, lit candles, even. you reassure him through every touch and motion. aki tries to still the pounding in his heart, and as you slowly help him undress, as you kiss him and tell him how pretty he is, and how much you love him, the anxiety he feels starts to morph into excitement, into love.

and god, losing his virginity to you is even better than he imagined. you feel amazing, you treat him so good. the feeling of filling you for the first time, of being so close to you, of finally knowing what this is like — aki knows he'll never forget it, nor will he be able to forget the way you look when you're on top of him, or the way you cry out his name.

his name. you're moaning his name, he's the one making you feel this way, and he can't get enough of that.

aki is impossibly embarrassed when he cums so early, but he feels better when you praise him. did that feel good? you did so well aki, so so well... you help him clean up, and he falls asleep cradled in your arms, knowing that he loves you more than anything in the world.

#I have a huge soft spot for virgin aki #I can't wait to write about him in my next fic #thank you for sharing your thoughts #because I truly love this situation #aki is canonically a virgin.... it's just... true......#it's true and I'm tired of pretending it's not.#ask mags #aki <3

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how do the love interests deal with an mc that’s very… idk how to describe it but catlike? sleeps a lot, quiet most of the time but not really in a shy way, more in a “i have nothing to say” way, shows affection by gently bonking their head against the LIs, etc.

I decided to add Aki just because I REEEEALLY wanted to :3 wanted to write for my wife😌

Minato: He is a healthy person so he'd be concerned about you sleeping a lot and might try to help you fix it if you wanted to. He's also quiet so there may be a lot of awkward or comfortable silence. Thinks its so cute when you bonk your head against him, he might even try to do it to you :3

Haruto: Is most likely already used to your behavior. Instead of trying to improve the catlike behavior, he'll probably feed into it. If you have a set napping time then he'll always show up at that time so you can sleep on him or maybe he could join you in a nap. Haruto is pretty good at speaking so he's fine with leading the conversation if that's what you need, he's also fine if you give short answers, and if you just want silence then he'll be able to pick that up and will stop talking. Haruto is also bonking his head against you and thats your love language now :3

Jun: YOU'RE SO CUTE OMG!! Jun wouldn't try to fix your sleep schedule but she might pout a little, you're attention is on sleeping and NOT her LMAO, but she's happy as long as she gets to be near you<3 Jun is fine with doing most of the talking, she LOVES talking. Ofc if you ever do have something to say and want to talk Jun will listen happily, she wont ever interrupt you and she'll make a conversation topic off of what you're talking about. Literally thinks you are the cutest person alive and loves you so so so so so much, will pet you if you bonk your head against her.

Hoshi: Might try to keep you up by dragging you out to an amusement park or something, definitely takes you on the tagada ride, if he doesn't do that he'd drawing on your face. Hoshi also doesn't mind leading the conversation but will make remarks like "You're so boring." Or something rude about you being quiet. Calls you weird for bonking your head against him but might end up doing it as well, JUST TO TRY IT THOUGH he thinks its cute

Habiki: Will Just go to sleep with you honestly. I think Habiki is kind of catlike as well, most things you do Habiki will probably do as well. He's also quiet, but suddenly its a problem when you're quiet because he likes your voice. ADORES it when you bonk your had on him, it's something that he learned to do FROM you and now he's doing it to everyone he cares about.

Kage: He'll tuck you in and probably also join you for nap time, He's also quiet, you could be having a comfortable silence though and he'll still feel awkward. Jumps whenever you bonk your head against him, he's never expecting it, but he likes it :3

Kei: Would try to help your sleep schedule, tryin to keep you up so you're sleepy at night, hoping you can fall asleep, otherwise he'll try calming methods to make you tired, if that doesn't work then he might suggest sleeping meds if you're comfortable with that. He relates to your quietness, you two will probably have a lot of comfortable silence but Kei might also just start saying random facts or whatever, he likes hearing you. He'll start nuzzling into your neck, talking about how cute you are.

Yani: Will join you when you nap after she takes tons of pictures and drawings of you. Yani doesn't mind leading the conversations and will try to include you! Bonks you back with a little too much excitement, feels bad and starts apologizing, but doesn't learn. Every time you bonk them with your head they get so excited and bonk you too hard.

Aki: Worries about you. Tries to get you out of the house more, or at least tries to do something fun inside. Aki doesn't mind talking a lot, at first she felt bad but then realized that's just you, goes completely silent and listens to everything you have to say when you do talk. Loves when you bonk your head against her, probably does it back before petting you.

#💝-minevn #visual novel #yandere vn #🎤-asks #🐠-Minato #📙-Haruto #🎀-Jun #🍽️-Hoshi #🎻-Habiki #👤-Kage #💻-Kei #💕-Yani #🐍-Aki

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SHOCK! Inazuma Surprise - CP 1

A/N: Finally, I’m here to bring you some fanfics. This one I wrote as an anniversary fic to celebrate my first year in inazuma ffn. It’s been always 6 years since then, and now I present you with the updated, edited and more level-head story that isn’t such a mess but has (hopefully) kept it’s humorous approach. Enjoy

SHOCK One: My Boyfriend Is Endou Mamoru?

That morning, was like every other before. I woke up the moment my phone’s alarm went off, and started playing “Akuma wo Yobisou na Igirisu no Uta.” (love my alarm tone, though!) I turned if off and yawned loudly, looking satisfied. Aside from it being a typical morning wake-up, everything else was far from being normal.

I was the only person in the house. My parents had booked tickets to Russia and were on a holiday trip there. Or should I call it a business trip, since they were handling their pension there? Whatever you call it, the fact is, that I was alone.

My plans for the day were already decided. I was agreed to have a skype video-call conversation with my friends from overseas. I was excited about it, because this would be the first time we would seeing each other in person. Till now, we had only been chatting in facebook and other platforms.

With my plans settled, I should’ve been on cloud nine. Yet, just seconds after I have woken up this annoying, odd feeling started to bug me. I felt like something wasn’t right and got to know the reason in no time.

I scanned my room and my eyes widened in shock. Slowly, my jaw dropped down. All the plushies I’ve been collecting for years were gone, and instead there was bunch of soccer balls, varying in size and color. There was also other soccer-related stuff. The only thing, that remain the same, were the two big lollipops I had brought in overseas last summer.

I shook my head in disbelieve.

No, this couldn’t be! This room… it surely was mine, but still… it wasn’t completely mine.

I was very close on losing my mind and go rampage (because that’s what surprised people usually do, right?) when I heard strange noises behind me. Without second thought, I turned towards the source of the noise, wanting to figure out what it was. The sight didn’t appeal to me at all.

A strange brown-haired boy was soundly sleeping next to me.

“KYAA!” I screamed so loud it was likely that the people living on the other side of the town heard me. Now, I’m not the type who usually reacts by screaming, but please understand my position here. How would you react?

I jumped quickly from my bed, taking a blanked with me, and crawled to the other side of my room. I stopped by the door, leaning against it, while breathing heavily. My eyes were wide open from shock.

“Oi, Saku-san… why are you screaming the first thing in the morning? You’re bothering the neighbors.” The boy said sleepily. He yawned loudly and rubbed his eyes. He surely did not seem bothered by the situation we were in.

Staring at him, I even forgot to breath. Who on earth was this boy, sleeping in MY bed? Moreover, HOW did he end up there with ME? I don’t remember sleeping next to any other man than my father and brother… and that too was years ago!

At this point, I finally realized to check my clothing. A sigh of relief escaped from my lips as soon as I saw that I was wearing pajama’s. It seemed that nothing had happened the previous night, I was even wearing my socks (yeah, it’s strange, but sometimes I do fall asleep while wearing my socks). The boy also seemed fully clothed.

I was still a girl.

With one worry out of my sight, I turned my eyes towards the boy in my bed.

“Who… are you?” I questioned from him, obviously being on my guard. I also remembered that I needed to breath to survive in this world. I gasped for the air, almost chocking on it.

The boy glanced at me and tilted his head. “Come on, Saku-san! Did you hit your head something? It’s me, Mamoru! Your brother!”

I chocked the moment I heard his words. He? My brother? I DO NOT RECALL HAVING A YOURGER BROTHER!!

“Mamoru…?” That name; it sounded familiar. Just where had I heard it? Mamoru… En… To Protect… End… Soccer… Mamoru… End…

My face turned green when I finally realized the identity of the owner of this name. I turned to him in shock and he just flashed that idiotic smile of his. “ENDOU MAMORU!” I screamed out loud while standing up and dropping my blanked.

“That’s me!” Endou smiled, acting all innocent.

I felt like coughing blood at his reply, and pointed at him with my finger. “I DO NOT KNOW YOU!” shouting in anger, I stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind me.

WHY WAS HE HERE?

Oh, right. I got so carried away, that I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Saku Lumi, read as: first name, last name. I’m 16 years old, I have hazel-greenish eyes and light brown hair (according to Russians, I’m apparently closer to blonde, though). My astrological sign is Scorpio and as my hobbies I have writing, singing, drawing and watching anime… yeah. Well, that’s all you need to know about ME… at least for now…

I shook my head while sighing loudly.

WHAT. IN. THE. WORLD. IS. GOING. ON?

The house was obviously mine, so I was pretty sure that I hadn’t woken up in a Inazuma world, like in my friend’s fanfics. It seemed that those kinds of stories had become popular lately. But this definitely couldn’t be a real human world either… Since there’s NO WAY Endou would’ve turned into a real human!

So… what was this world? It seemed that I need to investigate it a little more to figure it out this mystery. Let’s see how far my detective skills will take me.

Shivering slightly, I wrapped my blanket around me. During winters, the house surely was cold; and there’s no way I would light up our fireplace while my parents were away. Knowing myself, I could burn the house down with my clumsiness. All I could do, was cry and suffer.

I strolled toward the kitchen and soon realized that it was full of life. Apparently, I and Endou weren’t the only people in the house. Glancing at the four figures, I noticed it were the managers of the soccer club. The four girls were preparing food – apparently for a huge bunch of people.

In normal situation, I would’ve most likely screamed out my soul, like I did with Endou, but after waking up to that, I decided to take everything happening around me as reality. There was no use getting shaken by every difference from my reality, because this world was far from mine.

So, I was ready to face anyone and anything!

… At least I hoped that would be the case.

“Oh, Saku-san, you finally woke up. Good morning.” Haruna greeted me happily, and the other girls followed after her. They all seemed to be so full of energy the first thing in the morning, and joked about how I was the sleepy-head in the house-hold. Wait, these girls even knew about my sleeping-habits?

“Morning.” I greeted them, partly ignoring the fact that I was interacting with a Japanese 2-D character and we both actually understood each other. I wonder whether we were talking in English or Japanese. I kind of couldn’t figure it out.

While pondering over this matter I walked to the refrigerator and took a bottle of milk. After that, I went to fetch the corn flakes. Covering myself with the blanked, I sat down and shivered slightly as I poured the milk into the plate. I stared at the plate with drowsy expression and let out a deep throaty sigh.

As I was reaching my hand toward a spoon, I felt a few pairs of worries eyes staring at him. I then took a bite from my breakfast and glanced at the managers while asking, “Is there something wrong?” I mean, why else they’d be staring at me like that?

“That’s my line, you know.” Natsumi answered.

Aki approached me and asked, worriedly. “Are you okay? You look tired.”

Seriously? I look tired? Why exactly do they think that is? Since it definitely is all so mundane to wake up in your room with Endou Mamoru sleeping next to you. Also, this whole thing is so-off-from-a-typical morning that I have absolutely no questions about what you’re doing here? The day is so clear that I see no flying Hiroto’s, so leave me alone!

I sighed. It was no use to complain, because they most likely understood about this situation as little as I did. So instead, I placed my spoon on the plate and glanced at Aki. “My current concern is why was Endou sleeping in MY room?” Yes. Out of the things running in my mind, this bothered me to the point I was ready to split the spoon in half.

Everyone’s eyes widened. The managers glanced at each other and smiled widely. I bit my lip. I had a bad feeling about this.

“Isn’t it obvious,” Aki started.

After that, I heard Haruna’s voice speaking, “It’s because he’s your boyfriend.”

“… your boyfriend.”

“… boyfriend!”

The last words echoed inside my mind.

There was a long and suffocating silence in the room for minutes. It was finally broken when the spoon I was reaching toward slipped through my fingers and collided with my plate, producing this light resonating sound. Everyone looked speechless.

My mood grew heavier as I slowly turned my head toward the managers. “MY. BOY. FRIEND?” I raised my voice to dangerous tone, emphasizing every word that slipped through my mouth. The four managers slowly backed away from me as I suddenly stood up.

“BUT HE SAID THAT I WAS HIS SISTER!”

What the excuse-me-a-crude-insert-word was going on? First, he claimed to be my brother and now, someone said he was actually my boyfriend. With this kind of turn of events, they could progress to the point where someone was to announce that he was actually my father!

Hey guys, Endou Mamoru is my father!

“He tells that to you every single time,” Natsumi let out a chuckle, which made me immediately turn my head toward her. My fiery eyes pierced right through her, and she stopped before commenting anything else.

Every single time? Every single time, you say! Does this mean that this is not the first time such thing happens? Why does it sound that these people actually know more about this than I do? Gaah! The damn suspense and unlogic is killing me!

Fuyuka seemed to notice the discomfort in the air and immediately rushed to speak, “It’s nothing much, really…” I glanced at the purple-haired girl, while raising my eyebrow. She continued, “Now, finish your breakfast before it gets cold.”

“Sure,” I let the comment pass, but… seriously(?). Did that girl know what she was talking about? I was eating corn flakes with cold milk, what were the odds my breakfast could get any colder? None; it could only get warmer from here, and then it wouldn’t taste as good.

Without further comments, the girls returned back to whatever they were doing and resumed digesting my breakfast. As I was about to finish, the door to utility room opened. Our kitchen was connected to the utility room that was connected to the shower room and sauna.

“Ah, the bath surely felt refreshing!” A pink-haired man appeared from behind the door. He was half-naked having only a towel tied around his waist. This was a typical behavior for my brothers, but none of my brothers surely had pink-hair.

Great, this was the perfect way to create a shocking entrance. A man walking half-naked in your house. Despite saying I was prepared for anything to come, this was too unexpected.

I dropped my spoon and nearly ended up coughing blood.

“TSU-TSU-TSUNAMI!” I yelled in disbelieve. Words aren’t enough to describe the rummaging feelings inside.

“Oh, Saku-kun. Thanks for letting me use your bath, like always.” The pink-haired boy smiled as he noticed me.

I tilted my heard in confusion. I was aware that we had a bath, because my parents had built it. Supposedly, it made us seem rich. I don’t care about that factor, though. But exactly when had I allowed him to use our bath?

And WAIT?

What did he mean by always!?

I lowered my gaze while trying to figure these out, forgetting to answer Tsunami. There surely was something strange going on. I need just a little more information to figure it out.

Tsunami wondered about my strange behavior and asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

The four managers glanced at each other and nodded. I then heard Fuyuka’s voice replying, “It’s the typical.”

I raised my head at the comment and looked at Tsunami. He mumbled something, seeming as if he understood what she had implied. I guess he did, but why was it that I absolutely no idea what was going on? Moreover, why was I the only one who was uninformed?

I was about to ask a question, when a sudden phone call interrupted me. Without a second delay, Endou came running from my room while carrying a phone. “It’s for you.” He said happily. Well, it was my phone so who else it could be for? You?

I smiled to Endou as a reply and took the phone. As I saw the name of the caller a wide smile appeared on my face. The name of my best friend was written on the screen. I immediately picked up the call.

“Why hello, Darling!~” I answered the call with a playful tone.

“Hello, Honey.” She replied and seconds later we both burst into laughter.

I guess even in this world (or whatever you call it) we had this tendency to call each other by those names. It was a game of ours, I mean in Jr. High we even claimed that we were married (in a joking manner of course). She was the person I was most comfortable around and random with, which is why we joked around about being married. Not everyone around us understood it, but as long as we got the jokes, it was enough.

“So, I called you because you won’t believe what just happened.” I heard Jami’s voice saying. Her real name is Misa Akarui, but she prefers to be called by that nickname. I got so used to that name over the years, that I tend to forget what her real name is.

Anyway, I was curiously waiting for her to explain the matter to me, when the doorbell rang. What a nice interruption, do they not want me to hear the rest of it? I wonder who exactly was bothering me at this hour.

“Can you wait a little, please? I need to open the door.” I questioned and Jami said okay. Don’t look how this people had like a dozen of people swarming in it. As the fact remained, I was still the owner of this house so it was only natural for me to be the one to open the door. There’s no way I could let my guests to do it. (Are they even my guests, I wonder?).

I rushed to open the door before anyone else – Endou was already heading there, but luckily, I was faster. As the door opened, I saw Tachimukai standing before me. His cheeks were burning red and he was completely covered in snow. It was a winter after all, and apparently today the snow fall had been rather heavy.

Tachimukai shook off the snow and spoke, “Let’s go for a ride. I have a motorbike.”

Such an innocent comment, I froze completely. His enthusiasm surely was adorable, but he had to be aware that you couldn’t ride a motorbike in winter. There was the issue of his age, also. My eyes soon caught a glimpse of something black being parked in our front yard.

“Tachi-kun.” I said. I wonder why I called him like that, though. It feels so weird!

“Yes?” The boy flashed that innocent expression of his, and I felt anger building up inside me.

“You know, that’s not a motorbike… it’s a bike…” My sentence faded into air as I shivered from cold. After all, I was standing at the front door in this winter frost while wearing only my pajamas. I felt the cold slowly affecting every part of me.

Tachimukai turned to look at the black bike. The bike, I had recognized it to be MY bike. After that, he turned his head back and grinned.

“Don’t sweat the details! Bike of motorbike… there’s not much of a difference.” The boy laughed.

I wanted to cry blood. The difference is the same as with cats and dogs. Of course I would sweat the details!

Being unable to face Tachimukai anymore, I escaped by picking up the phone. “You still there?” I asked and heard Jami’s affirmative reply. After that, I continued, “Can you believe, Tachimukai came and asked me to go on a ride with him… on a bicycle.”

There was a silence on the other side of the phone. I then heard a long and frustrated sigh. “He asked me exactly the same thing.” Jami finally admitted and I felt like crying. So, he had been to her house as well. Did he want to go on a ride that badly?

“Whatsoever the case, have fun on your date!” My friend announced enthusiastically (what sounded kind of forced, though). I almost coughed blood. What did she mean by a date!? Why did I have to go while she did not? Was she ditching me?

I had things to do!!

“IT’S NOT A DATE!” I shouted at the phone, but soon realized that she had already hanged up on me. My best friend had decided to ditch me. I wonder what was the prize. Did she do it for anime, money or music? Maybe they bribed her with console games. You never know when it comes to her.

A sigh escaped from my lips as I put the phone to my pocket. After that, I resonating sneeze brought me back to reality and I realized I was freezing. I glanced at Tachimukai, who was still waiting by the door.

“Well?” His eyes shined of innocence and enthusiasm. He seemed so eager to take me on this ride. Was this a new method of training? I mean, a human weight is… my weight is… Never mind. I did not just think about it.

Forget, forget that all. Forget I ever mentioned it.

Another sigh. I wonder what the count was? “Fine.” My defenses finally fell and Tachimukai claimed victory. I had nowhere to escape, so I decided to stick around with him.

I breathed into my hands, warming them up as we rode on the bicycle. It was midwinter and the frosts seemed to be the coldest ones yet. The light brown-haired boy took me to the center of the town, which – as much as I recognized – was the town where I LIVED.

Also, I don’t know where Tachimukai had found it, but he was dragging a big truck tire behind the back. I kind of wanted to try sitting on the tire, but my pride wouldn’t allow it. Maybe someday…

The heart of my little town consisted of three buildings – two markets across the streets and a bank. There also was a small town-square located nearby one of the markets, while a bus stop was just across the street of the other market. You needed to go further from the shops to reach the churches.

“Which market do you want the ingredients from?” Tachimukai asked, and I stopped admiring this little town I lived in. It was quiet, not a single soul seemed to be out in the frost. Were we the only insane enough to actually go out?

“Ah, how about we go to K-market?” I said, and pointed at the market that was located next to the bank. Yes, our supposed date was actually a mission to fetch some ingredients the managers needed. Aki had sent us off with a grinning smile and a long shopping list.

Tachimukai seemed to be slightly off breath, so I could only see him nod as an answer. He stopped by the market and I got off the bike. I was just about to enter the market when a noticed a familiar figure standing on the bus stop just across the street.

“Fubu… ki?” I questioned aloud. Leaving the shopping to Tachimukai, I headed to the other side of the street. I repeated the boy’s name once again, and this time he seemed to react to his name being called. My jaw dropped.

His pale face even more paler than usually and he shivered non-stop. His whole complexion was a mess and the boy seemed so small. Was this really that Fubuki Shirou?

“Oh, Sa-ku-san.” The boy stuttered, failing his greeting as the cold took over him.

“What are you doing, idiot!? You’re going to freeze up like this!” My maternal instinct awakened and I scolded the boy. Without any second thought, I took of my quilted jacket.

“Here, take this.” I said as I reached my jacket towards the freezing grey-haired boy.

“Are you going to be alright?” Fubuki doubted for a moment, questioning my sanity.

I smiled and forced the stuff into his hands. I assured him I would be just fine because I still had my woolly hat, grey mittens and long scarf on me. He looked unconvinced, but Fubuki finally put the black guilted jacket on. To tell the truth, it belonged to my father, but I was using it, because seemed satisfied with his old ones.

It’s such a nice thing to receive jackets as a Christmas presents from your work.

Seeing as the boy finally had some proper clothes, I was satisfied. The jacket was like a huge bag on him. It was too big for me and I was almost a half head taller than Fubuki after all.

My satisfaction didn’t last for a very longtime, though. Suddenly, my teeth started to chatter. Well, it was called for. After all, it was -30 degrees and I was only wearing a pullover.

“There you are, Saku-san!” Unexpectedly, Tachimukai’s voice called for me. Woah, that was fast! Had he really managed to find all the ingredients on the list in this short time? I turned around and saw the boy coming together with three girls.

“Long time to see!” One of the girls greeted me enthusiastically. She had her hair tied up on a ponytail and her eyes were green in color. The girl was wearing a red hoodie and white scarf. To be honest, I was amazed that she managed to survive in this coldness. Then again, not all people are soft to cold, like me.

The girl next to her was almost identical in appearance. Likewise, her hair was red in color and reached till her midback. Her eyes were gray blue. Along with the eye-color, the most disjunctive matter was that this girl was wearing glasses. Her hoodie was blue and under it she wore a white thigh-length turtle neck that had black buttons lined down in a row on the right side. Also, she wore sport shoes and black tights.

I got goosebumps all over my body as I stared at her… yet another person who stands cold better than me.

The last girl, who was shortest one of the three, looked no older than an elementary school student. Her red (wait, all three had red hair?) was styled in a bob-cut with her bangs covering her left eye. Her hair had blonde highlights and she had slightly tanned skin. The girl was wearing grey shirt, dark jeans and a black jacket with a hood that was tied around her waist. Her red high heels were 3 inches.

Geez… another one here too… Did these people not know how to dress properly?

I glanced at the girls and realized that they were all holding onto plastic bags. They must’ve helped Tachimukai with the shopping. I then looked up and confusion rose on my face.

“Who are you?” escaped from my lips.

The first girl fell down in anime style while the two others facepalmed.

“I’m Ou Matsurei. And I’m your friend. How can you not remember us?” The first girl introduced herself and then asked. I couldn’t really answer to her question as I had no idea who they were.

“Chin Matsurei… that Always-so-hyped-girls’ twin sister. You’re the same as always Orange-headband-stupid-smiles-totally-airhead-girlfriend.” The second girl said and I sweat dropped. The two of them looked identical because they were twin sisters. But man, she surely had strange and LONG nicknames for people…

Who is Orange-headband-stupid-smile? Could that be… Endou…?

I sighed. I had no idea how, but even these people I had just met knew that I was Endou’s girlfriend. This world was so strange!

“Axelle A…” I barely heard the last introduction. The girl just mumbled between her breath. I was most amazed how shortly she could introduce herself. I had taken me three lines to introduce myself and she did it in… 1/10 lines.

I was later told that the twins were 13 years old while Axelle was 11. I had been right about, she was in elementary school. She looked the age.

I was still trying to comprehend everything I had heard, when Matsurei spoke. “Do you really not remember us?” She asked and I nodded immediately as an answer. The girl sighed and shook her head.

“This is really the usual I-do-not-remember-you…” Suginei suddenly commented and Axelle kept nodding her head while looking slightly absent.

What did she mean by the USUAL?

“And as always, she’s the only one who doesn’t…” Matsurei sighed, but the end of sentence got cut off as a long white limousine drove next to us.

The last window slid down and we all saw a red-haired boy wearing sunglasses and smiling at us. “Yo, everyone. Are you cold? Do you want a ride?” The boy smiled as while taking off his glasses revealing his green-colored eyes.

“Hiroto…” I heard Fubuki and Tachimukai in unison while the others remained silent.

Hiroto?

I turned to look at the boy and burst into laughter. This boy… Was he really Hiroto? I would’ve never thought that he owned a limousine. Only when the pigs fly! “A flying Hiroto…” with the earlier saying, I suddenly remembered an inside joke of Jami’s and me. I chuckled upon imagining multiple flying Hiroto’s.

A sudden itchy feeling was caught in my nose, and I sneezed before I knew it. “ATCHOO!”

As if he’s been summoned by my sneeze, Hiroto turned to me and smiled. He opened the door of limousine and stepped out. “Looks like someone is getting cold already. Would you like to come in?” He asked while a freaky smirk appeared on his face. I sniffed loudly as my nose kept running.

I stared at his green eyes and a smile appeared on my face, “A flying Hiroto…” I chucked for the second time. Finally, I reached to take his hand.

“WATCH OUT!” Unexpectedly, a voice yelled.

I could only see a faint figure of a snow-white-haired girl and a brown-haired boy on a bike before everything around me turned black.

~ TSU-ZU-KU~

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bluebird722 · 7 years

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Gown and Tuxedo

Written for Jashiweek Prompt 3, Wardrobe Wednesday.

Summary: Modern-day wedding, featuring friends, family, and everyone’s favorite couple (and four happy but weepy parents)!

Rating: K

Jack hated wearing tuxedos, even if he had good reason for wearing one. When he went to prom, he picked out a simple one and asked his father for help with the bowtie. Now, however, with a thousand people in the other room, he had to look his best, but he still couldn’t fix a bowtie to save his life.

“Hold still, son,” his father, Sab, said as he secured the knot close to his son’s throat. Jack inhaled and felt a tiny pinch at his skin. “There we go.”

“Ay, you look good, laddie!” John Scotsman, his best man, cheered. Finding a tuxedo for his XXL frame was harder than for Jack’s, but he still looked squeezed into his black material. He slammed a hand onto Jack’s shoulder. “You look smashing, and she’ll be so charmed she’ll just kiss you, run off with you, and get a head start on the honeymoon and skip the reception!”

Sab laughed, but Jack sighed. The other groomsmen, the twins he met while working in Egypt, had finished dressing and looked handsome. “You look great,” he said to them honestly. “Hey, maybe you’ll end up falling for your—”

The groomsmen moaned, though with small grins. Jack kept teasing them about how “beautiful” the bridesmaids were and that they were certain to join the family he was about to join. They heard a small knock and watched Jack open the door to find his mother, wearing a silver gown and holding up a red Boutonniere.

Her eyes widen when she saw her son. “Oh, Jack…” Lauren fell to her knees, wrapped her arms around her stomach—where she carried him as a little human being too long ago—and wept.

Memories flashed through her head—her son being born, her son taking his first steps, him holding his toy sword, him falling asleep as she told him Japanese folklore, him packing his own lunch for school, him bringing friends over, him learning karate and being torn between too many activities and lessons, him learning to drive and going away for college and kissing her goodbye at the airport when he went abroad and introducing her to a new girl and asking to borrow her engagement ring—

The groom and groomsmen were silent as Sab helped his wife, his bride so many years ago, to her feet and wiped under her eyes. “He’s all grown up,” she sniffed. “He—He’s no longer our little boy. This is worse than sending him off to college or watching him leave to study abroad…It’s like he’s dying.”

Jack, who wished she didn’t say that, walked over and gave her a hug. “I’m still here,” he said. “And I’m not dying. If anything, I’ll still be around. We’ll always have the holidays and birthdays and anniversaries.

“Who knows,” he said as he pulled away and smiled soothingly. “Maybe you’ll be a grandmother in less than a year.”

Lauren tried to grin, but her head ached with the pain of saying goodbye to her son for a bigger part of his life. She weakly smoothed back her hair, twisted back into a bun with violets over the elastic, and held her breath. “I’m sorry,” she said. She knelt down, picked up the Boutonniere, and adjusted it onto his jacket. “It seems like only yesterday, when you were going to prom with Mira, and I wasn’t crying as I did this. Now…” she sighed. “Now what?”

Jack gave her a small smile and rubbed her biceps. “You’ll like the song I picked for our dance at the reception. Just remember, Greg’s probably got it worse than you do.”

In a separate room, Ashi stared at herself in the mirror, trying to keep her feelings in her chest while her mother zipped up the back of her gown. Like her mother years ago, she wore a veil, and like her soon-to-be mother-in-law had done for her own wedding, decorated her hair with fresh flowers. Aki had lightly curled the ends of her sister’s hair over her shoulders while Avi fussed over lipstick and eyeshadow, and Ami tugged on her earlobes, trying to slide the earring through the hole.

“Hold still!” they kept hissing; Aki was now spraying her sister with too much Angel perfume, and it was giving their mother a headache.

“You almost done?” Grey, wearing a shoulderless brown gown, annoyingly asked to all her daughters wearing green.

“Yes,” Aki, her gown strapless with a teacup skirt, said as she spritzed herself with Angel.

“Almost,” said Ami, the AC making her bare back under her halter necktie cold.

“Not quite,” said Avi, wearing a two-piece gown with thin straps.

Grey smoothed her hands down the back of the white gown until the girls finally stepped away. It was then that Ashi fully saw herself—wearing a white one-strapped dress, makeup on, her hair redone and covered in white and flowers, earrings—it was all happening.

Grey slid the ruby necklace, matching her earrings, over Ashi’s chest and clasped the ends together. Then she motioned for her daughter—the one who was tested for ADHD in school for “constant distractions,” the one who went through a ladybug phase from elementary school to middle school, the one who declared herself an agnostic for so long—to spin around. Once she did, Grey covered her own makeup-covered face with her hands. Ashi looked too beautiful, and she felt a tension in her chest like a heart attack. It could not have been just six months ago, when they were first looking at dresses and arguing over which ones to try on.

“That’s hideous!” Aki snarled at the one with lace sleeve and a high neck. “You look like a wicked stepmother!”

“Not enough skin,” Ami huffed at the low-back dress with long sleeves. “Don’t be modest!”

“Honey, are you trying to give your father a heart attack with that thing?” Grey gasped when Ashi tried on a gown that exposed her entire leg and bared her shoulders.

“Better him than her husband,” Aki yelled, and she and her sisters burst into laughter.

“You look like you can’t fit into that,” Avi said about the one that mashed her sister’s breasts together and had a small slit to her knees.

Grey struggled to hold her breath, but she put her hands on Ashi’s shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. “You look so beautiful, darling. I’ve been saying that since the day you were born.”

Ashi’s eyes watered, and Avi worried that the eyeliner would smear. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I—I’m so scared.”

Her sisters gasped.

“Why?” asked Grey as she cupped Ashi’s face.

Ashi lowered her head and sighed. “This is—This is a pretty big deal to me, you know? Everything I’ve known and loved, it’s going to be different now. I wonder if I’m ready for it.”

Thousands of reassuring and loving phrases soared through Grey’s mind, but as soon as she opened her mouth, someone knocked on the door. “Honey, are you ready?”

“Yes, Greg,” Grey called out. She kissed Ashi on the cheek again and handed her the bouquet of violets and Japanese cherry blossoms. “I know you’re nervous,” she said while her hands ran up and down Ashi’s bare arms, “and you’ll feel like you’ll get cold feet, but trust me—once you see him, while everyone’s looking at you, you don’t want to leave. You’ll want to get there as soon as you can, but you want to go slow so you can make it more special.”

Ami opened the door and welcomed her father in, wearing a black tuxedo and gel in his graying hair. His eyes widen when she saw his most troublesome daughter, wearing all white and ready to join another family. “Oh my God, I want to vomit,” he muttered. “Please tell me this isn’t happening—”

“Well, at least we know it’s not the dress,” Avi whispered to Aki, who covered her mouth and giggled.

Greg rushed forward and threw his arms around the bride, sobbing and shaking his head. “Oh God, tell me this is a dream. I’m not ready for this—”

Ashi wished her eyes would dry, but she patted his back and took deep breaths. “It’s okay, Dad,” she said. “Don’t start crying until the father-daughter dance, and then you and Uncles Scaramouche and Demongo can drink all the scotch you want.”

Greg kept crying, pulled back only to blow his nose, until Grey tapped his shoulder and cleared her throat. “Don’t we have a wedding to go to, and um—” she looked behind her—“a son-in-law to welcome? And hey, I just saw Lauren, and she looks horrible. We don’t want to keep her and her family waiting.”

Greg moaned and wiped his eyes. “Okay. Let’s get ready.”

Ashi took his arm, held her flowers in one hand, and left the room with a beating heart. This was nothing like how she dreamed of. Over the years, visions of weddings changed constantly. (Would Avi be even allowed to come? Would it be better to walk down the aisle alone? Would she marry in a church or backyard? Who was waiting for her at the altar?)

As soon as “Here Comes the Bride” began to play, Ashi’s heart skipped a beat when she realized this really was her wedding, a wedding for her and the man she agreed to marry. Not all her dreams came true, but this one was perfect enough for her.

Her sisters waved and smiled at her, her father’s two best friends—whom she called “uncles” her whole life—stared with wide eyes, opened mouths, and tearstained cheeks, and her mother’s best friends smiled through tears. Her father’s younger sister, her beloved Aunt Ikra, had her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. Many of her new friends through Jack watched with wide eyes, with Olivia the DJ wearing the brightest dress. And at the altar, wearing all black and looking star struck, Jack was there, smiling like he was about to cry.

Grey was right; she wanted to hurry to his side, but she didn’t want to rush it. With every step she took forward, she was getting one step closer to him, leaving behind her old life, approaching a new one. If she turned around, she would undo everything she prepared for and go back to an unchanging life of comfort. She seized the crease of Greg’s elbow and clenched her teeth together, though her lips were spread into a smile.

The groomsmen all showed their teeth, never looking away from her. She could hear the tiny gasps of John’s daughters—from Flora to Isla to the rest of the numerous flower girls—from the second row, right beside their mother. Too many of Jack’s teachers—those who taught him astronomy, horsemanship, combat, archery, and Kung Fu—watched as well, like they couldn’t believe who would ever agree to marry Jack.

Jack shook hands with Greg, who held Ashi tighter than normal through sobs before he left to join his wife, and gently unveiled her face. Who needed all that makeup anyway? It brought out her eyes and gave her face a natural glow, but it was still the same face he fell in love with as far back as college. He couldn’t believe they hated each other in college, arguing over dates and wars in their Japanese History class, nor could he then have believed that he would marry her.

“You look beautiful,” he said with a shaky breath, and she knew he wanted to kiss her.

As Greg and Sab gripped their knees, as Lauren and Grey sobbed and wiped their eyes with their handkerchiefs—which matched their mother-of-the-groom/bride gowns—as friends and mentors “awed,” as flower girls loudly gasped, as sisters giggled to hide their crying, two people became one. They were slow to slide rings onto fingers so the moment could linger.

“…husband and wife,” the pastor said. It only made the mothers cry harder despite their husbands’ reassuring hands smoothing down their backs. “You may kiss the bride.”

“Absolutely,” Jack said as he leaned down for his first kiss as a husband.

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I've been reading your writing religiously bc they're amazing! I hope you don't mind one more on your growing list of requests. Can I please have a tsukishima x reader scenario where she's a childhood best friend who moved away but came back years later? And he's mad and ignores her at first but then realizes that he's actually in love with her? Thank you!

Religiously?! Ou, honeyyy, you just made me happy!! And you know what’s crazy? I think you’re the only one to request Tsukki! When I’m done with this, I have no other Tsukki requests!!! It’s crazy, I have so much Kuroko no Basuke requests, and I realize I haven’t done a Haikyuu!! request since December! Here we go guys. (Sidenote: It was really hard to not include a jealousy situation here, I fought it so hard Anon-chan!!! Hahaha.)

Tired. That was the best description Tsukishima could describe his well being right now. He had just come home from a long walk from the school after a long bus ride home from an exhausting practice in Tokyo with Nekoma, Fukurodani, and the other schools from that practice camp. Tsukishima was thankful tomorrow was his first day off from school and practice. He felt like his knees were going to give out, he was ready to just collapse and fall asleep in the doorway.

“I’m home,” Tsukishima sighed as he toed his shoes off.

“Ah, Kei, welcome home!” Tsukishima was surprised to find his brother, Akiteru, home.

“Onii-san, you’re home?” Tsukishima questioned. It wasn’t his holiday vacation time, and Tsukishima was sure Akiteru had practice. So why was he home?

“I am. And guess who else is home?” Akiteru asked cheerfully. He was clearly excited. Akiteru always smiled, but there weren’t alot of times he smiled this excited. The last time Akiteru had smiled like that was when Karasuno defeated Shiratorizowa. Other than that, all his usual smiles appeared.

“Mom? I mean that would…” Tsukishima’s voice trailed off when he walked passed Akiteru, confused to see his older brother still smiling extremely excited, and walked into the living room to see you sitting on the couch.

It’s been so long. Almost five years. Enough time to change someone’s entire look, which you did. But it wasn’t enough for Tsukishima to not recognize you. How could he forget how you looked? He’s thought about your face almost everyday ever since you left Japan for America, just to study.

Study abroad, to America of all places. And for what? To become a vet? You could have done that here, in both your hometowns. Or at least in Tokyo where there are plenty of prominent veterinarian programs for you to study. You didn’t have to travel millions of miles away from him to chase your dreams.

Just thinking of it made Tsukishima clench his fist tightly.

“Kei!” you cheered as you met his eyes.

Within seconds, you ran to Tsukisima and jumped to wrap your arms over his shoulders. He had to hold you up before you two could fall onto the ground. It shocked him, really, this whole moment. Just a few seconds had passed and you still could get Tsukishima to change his mood almost instantaneously.

Your laughter? God, he didn’t realize how pretty it was until now. Maybe he just hadn’t heard it in so long that you actually sounded… Like a soft lullaby. Tsukishima hadn’t held you in five years. He didn’t fully understand how long that had been until he actually held your body. Has it really been that long? Tsukishima wrapped his arms around you almost as tight as you wrapped your arms him just to realize you were actually here.

But this wasn’t going to last. It never lasts.

“God, you’re still as dramatic as ever,” Tsukishima groaned as he placed you down.

You frowned disappointed. Akiteru did the same. “Kei, don’t be mean. ____ hasn’t been home in five years, so-”

“I’m going upstairs, I’m tired,” Tsukishima interjected. Akiteru and you watched Tsukishima walk towards his room worried.

Akiteru acted as if Tsukishima didn’t know that it had been five years. Of course he knew how long you had been gone. Tsukishima didn’t consciously count the days, he just did. It was a curse really. It wasn’t even a countdown to when he would see you next, just a reminder of how many days he didn’t get to see you, hear your voice, or get to feel your hair against his hand.

Even as Tsukishima plopped himself onto the bed, he still felt exhausted. His bones ached, his mind buzzed, and something in his chest… It was heavy. But he didn’t feel that until he saw you.

“Akiteru, do you think he’s still mad at me?” Tsukishima could over hear your soft words. You must be in Akiteru’s room. Even though you spoke softly and a thin wall divided you two, Tsukishima unconsciously could just find your voice. He always could. Even when he didn’t want to hear you, like now, his mind just listened to you anyway.

“No way. He did just come from Tokyo, maybe he really is tired,” Akituer chuckled softly. “Don’t worry about it, ____.”

“Still, it’s my first day back. He didn’t have to act like that. I’ve missed him so much,” you said disappointed.

Tsukishima could just picture your frown right now. Growing up together would do that to you. That was Tsukishima’s explanation to everything that had to do with the two of you. Responding in sync, thinking of the others next move before the other did it, just knowing how the other would react in a situation. Tsukishima hated that he knew you were probably crying right now too.

“Oh c’mon, ____, don’t cry,” Right on cue. Good job, Kei. “Do you want to sleepover? We can stay up and talk about your stay in America if you want. And later, if Kei’s not tired, we can try and get him to hang out with us. Like the good ol’ days. Sound good?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, Aki-nii. Kei really seems mad at me, maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to stay,” you answered sorrowfully.

Of course you didn’t think it was a good idea for you to stay. If you stayed, Tsukishima wouldn’t have to spend those five years away from you. Skype calls weren’t enough. Seeing you happy in a place without Tsukishima irritated him. The days apart made him miss you.

Suddenly, Tsukishima’s eyes widened. He missed you. He never realized that until now. Swiftly, Tsukishima sat up and stared at the wall, as if you would magically pop through. Tsukishima missed you. He missed your laugh, he missed your smile, he missed your smell. He really missed you.

He missed you so much because he was in love with you.

Tsukishima could feel his heart stampeding throughout his body. It gave him a bigger headache but he could feel sudden energy excite him. He suddenly couldn’t sit still, he wanted to hold you.

All those years, he finally understood why he was so miserable. Yes, he was still the same. Yes, he was still playing volleyball. Yes, he never forgot you. But he was so miserable without you, he had to pretend to be himself. When on the inside, he just wanted to sit home and talk to you on Skype. It wasn’t enough, but it was all he had. Even when he forced everything, all he could think about was how proud he was to see you chase your dreams, even if it left him behind. Tsukishima never stopped thinking about you. You made him who he was, you made him hopeful, happy, proud, but then you made him miserable, small, and weak all at the same time.

He never understood why, but now he did. Tsukishima had been in love with you for so long, and your five year absence had to be the big sign in front of him to spell it out to him.

Outside in the hall, Tsukishima could hear Akiteru’s door click open. In a few long stride, Tsukishima opened the door to find you walking down the hall.

“____, you’re going home?” Tsukishima asked surprised. His mind was working at a hundred miles per hour, but on the outside he was calm, the usual unamused look he had.

“No,” you answered as you turned to see Tsukishima. He could see your cheeks were still a bit wet from earlier. You must have forgotten to wipe some tears. “I just wanted to get something from my luggage.”

“Your luggage? You came straight here from the airport?” That was surprising.

You nodded. “I wanted to see you guys first. I missed you guys alot, Kei.”

“I see,” Tsukishima responded awkwardly. All he could think about was telling you. He wanted to spend time with you, now that he realized his feelings. He wanted to know if you felt the same. Tsukishima needed to know.

It was silent for a bit. You two stood in the hallway awkwardly, the events of earlier still marked within your mind. Tsukishima just wanted to fix things.

“Uhm-”

“Ah, Kei, ____,” Akiteru emerged from his room, cell phone in hand. “I need to actually go somewhere, and I might be home late. So you two just hang out without me until I get home, alright?”

“Uh, sure,” you both replied.

Before Akiteru left you two to be together, Akiteru winked at Tsukishima discreetly. Tsukishima had to shake his head a bit before he understood what Akiteru was actually doing.

So you knew all along, huh Onii-chan? Could have told me.

“Uhm, do you want to look through my photo album?” you asked nervously. Tsukishima just looked at you. How could he not have realized he was in love with you from the beginning?

Yachi’s eyes didn’t shine like yours. He saw her everyday, and he couldn’t deny she was cute. But she didn’t have that shine in her eyes that tugged on his heart like you did. You were gorgeous, maybe even more gorgeous than Kiyoko. Even Tsukishima knows he doesn’t have to be like Nishinoya and Tanaka to appreciate beauty. Tsukishima appreciated you silently.

“Kei?”

“A-Actually,” Tsukishima stuttered as he grabbed your wrist. The action startled you. “Can we do something? Something else?”

“Uh, yeah, what?”

Without another second spent, Tsukishima pulled you into his arms and held you tightly. “K-Kei? What’s-”

“I missed you. Alot.” Tsukishima interjected. Just the thought of you leaving again made his arms wrap around you tighter.

“So you’re not mad at me?” you asked joyfully. You tried to smile at him, but Tsukishima’s hold on you prevented that. Instead you wrapped your arms around him, smiling as you leaned into him.

“Of course I am,” Tsukishima said quietly. Your heart sank and your smile disappeared. Tsukishima could picture it perfectly. But he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your existence. Because he’d be damned if he let this go again. “You left. Of course I’m mad.”

“Kei, we talked about this. I didn’t leave because of you or anything, I just-”

“Wanted to become the best vet you could be, I know,” Tsukishima felt bad for interrupting you so much. He didn’t want to talk anymore, honestly. He just wanted to hold you longer, be wrapped up in you for as long as you had made him miserable. “I just missed you, really bad. I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.”

“And I’m the dramatic one?” you chuckled. Tsukishima couldn’t help to chuckle with you, you could feel his breath against your chest. You wondered why he was acting a bit differently. But it wasn’t bad. Maybe Tsukishima really did miss you alot. “I’m graduated though, so I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” Tsukishima whispered. “You owe me five years back.”

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