#omi fushimi x gn reader

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Autumn Troupe‘s Kisses

Banri Settsu, Juza Hyodo, Taichi Nanao, Omi Fushimi, Sakyo Furuichi x gn! reader

Continuing this series because they all deserve love

Spring Troupe‘s Kisses

Summer Troupe‘s Kisses

Banri Settsu…

…kisses mainly to tease and to claim. You‘re reactions to his sudden kisses are just too good to miss out on. Wether it‘s a simple gasp, a squeak, or one of your cute flushed faces; he loves them all. Don‘t pretend to be upset, he‘ll use it against you one way or another. That smug bastard. In addition, he‘s somewhat of a wholesome possessive. He doesn‘t actually get jealous and tries to keep you all to himself in a toxic way. He does, again, as a teasing way. Give him a little smack and watch his playful side crumble with his laugh, leaving a genuine smile on his lips, as he gazes at you as if you were the only light he‘s ever seen.

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Juza Hyodo…

…kisses with much hesitancy. If it was anyone else in his position, he‘d probably say something like „How much can ya do wrong in a kiss anyways?“, but it is him in his position…Suddenly he wonders if he could hurt you if he puts too much pressure on your lips. As if that would ever be physically possible with how he melts into a puddle during a kiss. He turns completely into mush, mumbling out a little „thanks“ for no other reason than not knowing what else to say.

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Taichi Nanao…

…kisses with accidental force. Excitement and endless nervousness come together to overload the poor boy. He‘s trying his best to stay leveled, but more often than not you two end up bumping into each other. It‘s not painful or uncomfortable, just enough to notice.

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Omi Fushimi…

…kisses you casually, and with a warmth and softness that makes you fall for him once again. This gentle giant is just filled with unconditional love and admiration for you, and it shows in absolutely everything he does for you, kisses are no exception. As much as he‘d love to capture every kiss you share in a photograph, he much rather captures them in his mind and heart instead.

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Sakyo Furuichi…

…kisses you in moments of passion and emotion. As a yakuza, he has to follow certain protocol to keep up appearances, safe to say it has molded into his personality over those many years. Thus, physical touch was not something he was that well acquainted with. Every time your lips meet his, it‘s like everything inside of him explodes in a gigantic firework. It leaves him speechless for just a moment, before he manages to regain his posture. With every kiss, he hopes he can make you feel just as incredibly loved as you him.

[moonstruck-writing]

The International Club's party [Omi Fushimi x reader]

Pairing: Omi Fushimi x gn!reader | A3! Rating: Teen C/Ws: light platonic angst, romantic fluff, friends to lovers, reader is Omi’s university classmate Summary: You made plans to go to the International Club’s university party, but your friends cancel at the last minute. Luckily, Omi kindly offers to go with you. Word count: 3.4k A/N: I got the inspiration from this post I saw about Omi being good at English, so my thanks go to op <3 Set during Year 2

You breathed in and out slowly, trying to hold back a yawn. It was the last lesson for the day, and then you had a meet-up to look forward to in the evening. You could do that.

Bzzz.

You felt your phone vibrate under your table and cursed mentally. Quickly, you went to put it on silent mode and checked the notification that had made it buzz.

   Sorry but I won’t be able to make it today :/

You closed your eyes, now less sleepy than ever. You should’ve seen it coming, really. It always happened like that in your group of friends. Whenever someone cancelled plans, it was a matter of hours before everyone else deserted too. The problem was, you couldn’t just cancel that plan, not when you had already promised the International Club that you’d be there for sure. And what was more, you had promised them you would bring somebody else to the party with you, too.

   Guys, I already signed us up for tonight! Is there no way you can at least come for a bit? 🗸🗸

You heard the professor coughing and turned your screen off. What had been once a class you couldn’t wait to leave, was now a class you didn’t want to finish. Not when you knew once your friends said no, there was no changing their plans.

But alas, the lesson came to an end. You took your stuff and joined some of your classmates on your way to the exit.

“Finally, the weekend!”

“You have any plans?” Omi asked the classmate he was closest to.

“Yeah, I have to work but there is this friend of a friend that I’ll be meeting too.” He showed a cocky smile.

‘’Oh, a blind date?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so jealous,” you interrupted. “You’re here going on hot dates while my friends have completely ditched me today.”

“Aw, what were you going to do?” They refocused their attention on you, moving aside so you could go down the stairs with them.

“We were going to the International Club’s new event. Well, I’m still going, since I was the one who signed us up for it. I cannot say no now.” You sighed, focusing on not missing any steps. The last thing you needed was tripping and tumbling down the stairs. Or maybe that was exactly what you should do, so you could have an excuse to not go to the party.

“What’s the event about?” Omi asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“It’s a get-together in English. There will be some students from different English-speaking countries, and we’ll chat and play games in English. Like a cultural exchange event.”

“You can speak English well?” Your classmates looked at you in disbelief.

“Yeah, that was my second option for university, if I didn’t get into our program.” You finally arrived at the ground floor and turned around to look at them.

“Wow, I can’t relate at all. I always hated languages at school. But Omi, you’re good at it, aren’t you?”

“Well, I sometimes help the guys at our dorm with their English homework.” He simply shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. You still remembered how when you first met Omi, you thought that humbleness was fake, but now you could see it was painfully true.

“Like a tutor or something?”

“There is a designated tutor, but yeah, I guess I do the same whenever he isn’t available.” He chuckled lightly.

“So you would enjoy going to this International party, then?” Your classmate eyed both of you as if he had just come up with the solution to all your problems. Omi smiled tensely when he saw your reaction.

“That would actually save me. I promised the Club I’d bring at least one other person. And I’d love to have someone I know there.” You waited for an answer, but you could see Omi was hesitating. As much as the idea of him going with you was a miracle, you didn’t want to force him to do anything just because someone else had stood you up. “But it’s… you don’t have to. You’re not my stupid friends who ditch me every now and then.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe they ditched you. I wouldn’t do it. And… it’s been a while since the last time I made last-minute plans,” he said, nodding.

“So you’re in?” You couldn’t believe it, but you restrained yourself before you bounced up and down. You didn’t want to pressure him, knowing how accommodating Omi was.

“If there is enough time for me to go back to the dorms? I am on cooking duty today and I’m not sure someone else will be free,” he said while looking at his watch

“Yeah, sure. The party doesn’t start until 7 pm.” You anxiously bit your lip, waiting for his answer. You couldn’t believe how the events had unfolded. From going with your friends, to going alone with Omi… you felt your stomach churning. Being around Omi at university was one thing, when it was always in a group of people. But meeting with him for the first time outside of campus… you gulped down, forcing yourself to act as usual.

“Cool. I’ll see you there then?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you all the details in a message.” You waved at each other and also said goodbye to your classmate, going in different directions.

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Your steps echoed as you walked as fast as you could without running. You weren’t late, but you weren’t early either. You cursed mentally as you remembered how if you hadn’t decided to get changed for the third time, you wouldn’t be in a situation like that.

Then, Omi came into view.

He was wearing a button-up shirt, and for a second there you felt completely underdressed. But it wasn’t his clothes, really. They were casual, perfect for an informal and friendly party like this one. It was the fact that he had also changed clothes, and that you were seeing him for the first time outside of the university campus, alone. And it felt too much like a date, except it wasn’t one.

You still didn’t really understand how this turn of events had happened, but you weren’t about to complain. Not even when you felt sweaty as you approached him at the exit of the station.

“Hey,” Omi greeted you with a small wave.

It wasn’t a long walk to the venue they had rented for the party, but you still had thought it better to go together instead of meeting directly at the place.

“I hope my English isn’t too rusty,” Omi casually joked while glancing at you.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not about speaking perfectly, but about welcoming and doing something for the other students. And learning a thing or two about their countries.” You offered him a reassuring smile. You weren’t about to let him run off now that he was there with you. “Plus, everyone will be speaking fluently once we start drinking.”

“There’ll be alcohol?”

“You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to, but yes. That’s the main reason why they had to find someplace outside of campus.”

“Good thing today is Friday,” Omi laughed and the sound made you melt. You had forgotten how much you really liked his laugh and everything that came from him. But you soon recollected yourself. You had to keep yourself in check tonight, especially when Omi was being as charming as usual, which meant extremely. You had to find someone at the party to distract you from showing your feelings too much. You didn’t want to scare him away and make him misinterpret your intentions. You were there together as friends, after all.

When you reached the venue, you greeted the hosts and found out some people had also cancelled last minute. Even then, there were quite a few students, both international and national, and there were plenty of snacks and drinks.

Soon enough you started doing some rounds of introductions in English, and you were glad to find out everyone seemed quite friendly and relaxed. And Omi, being humble, had completely misjudged his own ability in English. You had to admit it was impressive and hot. You were so surprised that you had forgotten you weren’t supposed to stare at him so much.

“Your accent is pretty sexy.” Those words startled you out of your haze, and you looked to your side. You vaguely remembered this person’s introduction, but before you could think of anything to reply, Omi moved to stand closer to you.

“Oh, I didn’t know accents could be sexy. What about mine then?” His tone of voice was relaxed, even chirpy, but it nevertheless sent a clear message that they didn’t fail to catch. As the person left, Omi sighed, running his fingers through his short hair.

“Sorry I butted in. Just… let me know if you want me to go hang out somewhere else.” He looked at you apologetically, and it took everything in you not to shoot your hand out and cling to his shirt. You didn’t do it, of course, but he also never left your side. You were grateful for it, especially as time passed by and you started playing drinking games. You really wanted to see Omi being drunk, although you had a hunch that it wouldn’t be so easy to see.

And you’d soon regret having felt so hyper about it.

“Truth or dare!” One of the hosts screamed as the bottle stopped spinning. It pointed clearly in your direction.

Clearing your thoughts, you wondered if you even had an option. You weren’t about to let them order you to do something weird – you could still hear the faint coughing of the guy that had to eat cinnamon a few turns ago.

“Truth.”

“Is there anyone you want to kiss at this party?”

Of course, it had to be a question like that. You were glad it wasn’t anything even more personal.

“Yes.” You tried to say it confidently like it didn’t matter because it was only a game. But your voice came out too breathy to not reveal your embarrassment.

“Who is it?”

“Only one question per turn!” Someone else shouted.

You sighed with relief when they offered you the bottle to spin around for the next person. Your mind was too busy to think of a proper question or dare, so you went with the typical ‘tell us your most embarrassing story.’ Some people complained that was too soft, but fortunately, the person you asked was a great storyteller and soon enough everyone was absorbed in their story.

Everyone but you.

What had pushed you to tell the truth? Of course, it was a game of truth or dare, and by the rules, you should always tell the truth, but even then… What would you do if the bottle spun again and landed on you? You already knew they’d ask who it was. And this time, there was no way you could lie. What would happen if you told the truth?

You glanced at Omi, who was sitting next to you. He was looking at his phone with a frown, and just a second later, he got up and placed the device next to his ear. Was it some sort of emergency?

You tried to refocus your attention on the game, but when a few minutes passed and Omi was still not coming back, you started worrying something bad had happened, so you decided to get up and search for him. Everyone was too excited to pay attention to you, so you easily slipped away from the circle and the room, into the hallway, where you found him still speaking on the phone, now with a less bothered expression on his face.

It wasn’t long till he noticed you and offered you a surprised smile. He quickly shut the conversation and hang up.

“Shouldn’t you be inside the party?” Omi asked approaching you. You simply shrugged your shoulders. “You may lose your chance with that guy. And I won’t take responsibility for it twice.” He joked, but you wanted to laugh for completely different reasons. He thought that random person who had started speaking with you had caught your attention?

“For the record… I didn’t want to kiss that guy.”

“Huh?”

“When they asked me if there was someone I wanted to kiss there, and I said yes… I didn’t mean them.” If there was anything you knew, it was that you didn’t want Omi to believe you had a crush on anyone else.

“Oh. Oh. So someone else caught your eye? So they didn’t even stand a chance.” He laughed and rubbed his neck, visibly uncomfortable. You bit your lip to contain a smile. Yes, no one at the party stood a chance against Omi, but sadly, his thoughts were the opposite at that exact moment. “And who was the lucky one?”

“I also talked with the person,” you ventured, trying to redirect his attention in an attempt to find out the difference in Omi’s mannerisms, how he expressed his discomfort, how he really felt about you, and whether he was simply curious, embarrassed or annoyed.

“Oh. When? I didn’t see you talk much to anyone in particular.” His expression suddenly changed to a serious one, his gaze fixated on you.

“Well, I did.” You wanted to laugh. He probably meant he hadn’t seen anyone else flirting with you, but you had talked with several people. That made you confident that you could just tease him and hide your real feelings. Except, Omi’s humility played tricks on you.

“When? I was next to you for the most part. Unless you mean me.” He chuckled, showing that it was a joke. You felt adrenaline rush through your body, but there was nothing you could do now, so you didn’t deny it. You didn’t want to deny it. The silence between you two stretched for a while as if he was waiting for your reaction. When you couldn’t hold his gaze anymore, something clicked inside him. “You mean ME?!” Omi looked around, realizing he had spoken too loudly. The hallway was mostly empty, but one of the people there turned to look at you with curiosity. When he made sure no one was paying attention to you two anymore, he looked back at you.

“I had a really good time today, Omi. Thank you, you turned what seemed like a disaster into memories I am glad to have.” You smiled at him, not wanting to make things awkward. “I think I should leave now.” You started walking away, unsure if you were making a mistake, but you really didn’t know how to solve that situation.

“Wait!” He rubbed his neck again, but now his discomfort felt slightly different. “You can’t just… throw that bomb and run off.”

“Okay?” You weren’t sure if that meant he felt the same way or not.

“We can walk to the station together?” He suggested, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

You agreed, and after saying goodbye to the hosts of the party, you left. It was slightly chillier than before, the Autumn breeze moving the treetops on the street.

“I am glad I came,” Omi said, breaking the silence. “We haven’t… gone out much together since we were first years, but I really enjoy your company.” He glanced at you, offering a short smile. “We should hang out more.”

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You sighed, unsure whether he really meant it or if it was one of those promises that came from politeness. You knew Omi was a nice guy, so he probably didn’t want to make things awkward between you two. “I guess I have to thank my friends for ditching me this time, otherwise you wouldn’t have come with me.”

“I guess I also have to thank them, then.” Omi laughed softly, compelling you to look at him. “I’ll also have to think of a plan for next time, since it was you who invited me this time.”

Was that… a date? No, you couldn’t let yourself get carried away and misunderstand him like that. It was just…him expressing interest? Omi Fushimi was saying he’d plan the next time you hang out? The guy you had liked since the first day of university, but that you had given up on after seeing how popular he was and how full his hands were not just with classes but also with acting, was now saying he wanted to spend time with you like that?

“Um, sure! I look forward to it.” You hoped your voice hadn’t trembled there. You had been bold enough to hint at your feelings for him because you genuinely thought you had no chance, but he’d be nice enough to ignore it. That, and the alcohol – it gave you courage and hope that in the worst-case scenario, maybe you wouldn’t even remember it, or you could always play it off as a joke. And now, it was way better than a joke.

“Great. I’ll have to make sure not to disappoint you.” Omi smiled again, and this time you felt the air between you two relaxing.

“I think that’s impossible,” you blurted out before you could register the words. It seemed, today you just couldn’t control your mouth.

“Thank you.” Omi laughed; his cheeks tinted a faint pink.

Fortunately, the entrance to the station was near. You felt conflicted because you didn’t want that day to end, but at the same time, you didn’t trust your mouth anymore. It was already a miracle that Omi didn’t think you were embarrassing yourself.

“Could you wait here a second?” Omi suddenly interrupted your thoughts, and you stopped in the middle of the road. He jogged to a nearby vending machine and searched his pockets for change. When he came back to where you were standing, he handed you a water bottle. “Here.”

“Why?” You were slightly confused by that sudden act of generosity.

“Well, we both had something to drink and now you have to go back home alone.”

So, he thought it would help you sober up a bit more just in case.

“You’re saying I am acting completely drunk now?” You feigned being bothered to tease him.

“No! You’re not! I’m just worried, that’s all.” He shook his hands in front of you, wanting to reassure you. “Our stops are in opposite directions, but I can-”

“Omi, it’s fine. I’m fine. Thank you for the water.” You opened it and started drinking. “See? You don’t have to worry.”

He smiled awkwardly, and under the faint lights of the streetlamps, you saw his cheeks were still pink.

“You are a really responsible drunkard, you know?” You said, believing that was a symptom of the alcohol he had consumed. “Here, you should drink some, too.”

He accepted the bottle and took a few gulps before giving it back to you.

“Oh, no, you can keep it. I think you need it more than I do,” you said. It seemed that he was becoming more flushed the more time passed.

“I thought… you wanted to…” he trailed off, looking away from you, but still holding out the bottle for you to take it.

“I wanted to?”

“…indirectly,” he whispered, confusing you further. Maybe he really had a low alcohol tolerance? You hadn’t seen him drink that much. Seeing your confusion, Omi decided to speak up. “I thought you wanted to kiss me indirectly, so this would…”

His words made you blush violently, finally comprehending the meaning behind his words. You took the bottle from him, your heart beating madly.

“I’ll see you at university,” you said, wanting to run away. You started walking again, getting inside the station before he could follow you, and preparing your pass. He rushed inside.

“Text me when you get home,” Omi said to your back. You didn’t dare look back, but you waved your hand just in case.

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You:      I just got home. 🗸🗸

  I hope you arrived home without any problems too. 🗸🗸

Omi:      I still have a few stations left.

  maybe I’ll use the time to start planning for our date.

  any places you want to go to?

  wait, don’t tell me. I want to surprise you :)

You squealed and sunk your face into your pillow, feeling giddy. It would be a date.

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Sweet Wounds

Pairing: Omi Fushimi x gn!reader | A3! Rating: General Prompt: Feb 2nd - Chocolate baking date goes wrong Event: Be My Valentine hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767 Contents: fluff, pining Summary: in which baking chocolates with Omi for Valentine’s Day reveals more things about him. Word count: 2.6k A/N: I changed the relationship of reader to Omi so many times while planning for this… also, reader is gender-neutral but they are the ones gifting the chocolates (as opposed to receiving them), so they could be read as female – but other than that, it’s totally neutral.

“So.” Kazunari leans in close. “Are you going to gift some extra special homemade choco to an extra special someone this year?”

We’re in the room he shares with Muku, doing some research together on ideas for our next big project for school. Ever since he invited me to hang out here, I fell in love with the energy at his dorms, and now we hang out regularly here. That and, well…

“I wish! But last time I tried to bake anything, it turned out horrible. They say it’s not easy making chocolates or any type of sweets, really, so…” I look from the screen of my laptop to him.

“So you’re just going to give up? Not cool!”

“Is this your way of asking for friend chocolates? You know those are just bought, right?” I squint at him.

“Oh, I know!” He totally ignores my remark. “You can ask Omimi to teach you, there’s still plenty of time till Valentine’s Day.” Kazunari winks and I feel my mouth drying.

I know Omi is a great cook and that’s why Kazu is suggesting it, I have even had the chance to try some of his food and have absolutely loved it – just remembering it almost makes my mouth water – that’s not the problem there, but… asking the person I intend to give the chocolates in the first place, to teach me, isn’t exactly…

“Kazu is right. You should ask Omi.” The sudden intrusion of Muku startles me. I had forgotten for a second there that he was still in the room with us. He had been making so little noise. “We could convince him to give a masterclass for anyone who is interested in Mankai! I would love to learn, too.” He gives a really sweet smile and my heart sinks.

“What’s with that face? Are you shy about asking him or something? I thought you two were hitting it off,” Kazunari leans back and keeps staring at me. I’m afraid he’ll see right through me if I’m not careful, but if I’m really going to ask Omi… I may as well go with the entire plan, too.

“It’s not that. We’re cool.” We’ve hung out a handful of times, and I know he doesn’t hate me or anything like that, but still… going from maybe friends to… confessing my feelings for him, still feels like a big leap.

“I bet Omimi will receive tons of choco on Valentine’s Day, don’t you think so, Mukkun?” Kazunari looks at his roommate and the pink-haired boy gasps.

“Of course! He’s so princely, after all. He could receive chocolates from his fans, and also from people he knows at university, and…” Muku keeps enumerating all the people who could be in love with him, but somehow I don’t make it into that list. “Oh! But he won’t be the only one receiving chocolates, Kazu, I’m sure you’ll receive lots too!”

“Yeah, lot’s of tomo-choco. No romantic chocolates for me.” Kazunari stretches his arms and slouches, the laptop and our research now long forgotten in favour of more interesting things.

“So, um… you have someone you’d like to give chocolates to?” Muku’s eyes are filled with curiosity and something really sparkly.

“Yeah, I do.” I sigh, giving in. If Omi really has such a long list of people he’ll be receiving chocolates from… I cannot stand back and just watch someone else do what I want to do. “Do you guys promise what I’m going to say won’t leave these walls?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die!” Muku exclaims with bated breath.

Kazu leans closer to me and offers me his pinky.

And so, I tell them everything: my feelings for Omi and my anxieties.

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“You guys want me to teach you how to bake chocolate?” Omi looks surprised when we enter his room, and I wonder if no one has ever asked him for help in the dorms. “You too?” He’s now looking at me, and I quickly nod.

“We were thinking maybe you could run a masterclass for the dorm!”

“Oh, um… yeah, I could do that, but… you’re not part of the dorm?” He looks at me again, and then quickly resumes speaking. “You don’t know the mess these guys can make in the kitchen. I think it would probably be safer if I taught you without them, it’ll be faster, and I’m sure… you want to do your best for the person you like. I can help you the day before Valentine’s. That way they’ll be ready for you to gift.” The meaning behind his words weighs on me and I feel stiff under his gaze. I didn’t expect him to be against teaching me but knowing he wants to help me express my feelings for some other guy hurts. It makes me feel invisible.

“I can teach you guys before?” Omi looks back to Kazu and Muku, and I take the chance to mend my train of thought. “I think we’ll need several tries for you lot to do it right… but I’m sure our friend here is a fast learner.” I look at him and almost feel my heart stop when he winks.

“I’ll go tell the others in case someone else wants to join!” Muku almost runs out of the room, taking Kazu with him.

“Where’s your roommate?” I quickly ask before any awkward silence can settle between us. I promise I’ll leave, I just want to speak with him for a bit longer, especially since Muku gave me that chance.

“Taichi is out skating today. He said something about increasing his popularity now that Valentine’s Day is approaching.” He shrugs.

“Oh.” I look around, feeling my heart beating faster. “I heard… you’re quite popular…” I peek at him and I feel my nerves relaxing a bit when he laughs. I’ll never get tired of watching his smile.

“Nah, I’m not that popular. A lot of guys in Mankai are way more popular than me,” he replies. I can’t help but wonder if that’s his modesty talking. “So, you’re going to give someone homemade chocolates.”

Oh, no. Why did I lead the topic there?

“Uh, yes.” I don’t look at him. I’m just praying he doesn’t ask anything tricky like do I know them?

“Is it… are you confessing or are you already past that?” The strange question forces me to look at him, but his expression confuses me even more. He is smiling but at the same time… “I guess this is a weird way of asking, are you two already together?”

“Oh! No, no. We’re… not. I’ll be confessing.” I look away again, unsure when to take my cue to leave.

“I admire you. I’ve always been awed by people who can just, work the courage to confess their feelings like that. I wish I could do it. If I did, maybe… things would be different.”

The momentary happiness I felt is now replaced by a knot on my stomach. So he has someone he wishes he could confess to. Maybe… maybe this is just pointless. But I decided I would do it. I would put myself out there even if it meant getting rejected.

“Thank you for helping me bake chocolates, Omi. I’m… excited to be learning from you.” I force out a smile and get up, ready to leave.

“No problem. I’m also looking forward to it.” The smile he gives back makes me wonder if mine looked that sad.

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It’s the 13th, and for the first time, I’m actually going to the dorms not to hang out with Kazunari, but to spend time with Omi. I try to focus on that opportunity alone. It doesn’t matter what the result is, it won’t change the fact that I’ll get to spend time with my crush. This should be more than enough.

When I ring the door, it’s Omi himself who opens it.

“Hi, come on in.”

I take off my shoes and follow him to the kitchen. I place the bag I’ve been carrying on the counter.

“You really didn’t have to buy the ingredients yourself, we still have a lot left here,” he says while tying his apron.

“Please, you’re already doing a lot by teaching me. This is the least I can do.” I take the spare apron he offers me.

“…I guess gifting someone chocolates made with somebody else’s ingredients would be weird, too,” he concedes. “Sorry for not noticing sooner.” I smile to myself. Yes, gifting him chocolates I cooked with him using his own ingredients would seem like a joke.

“Okay, so we can melt the chocolate using these pots.” Omi takes out a little metallic bowl and a bigger pot from the cupboards. He goes to the sink but I stop him.

“I want to do the things myself. I wanted you to help me to make sure I do things right… but I want to actually do it myself. Your job is just… to supervise.”

“Oh, okay,” he says handing me the cookware. “It’s really different from when I was helping Muku and the others.”

I chuckle. I’ve seen the pictures Kazu sent me. It seemed like he was leading a troupe against their enemy – poor cooking skills.

We work in silence, and while I’m working on cutting the chocolate bars I got, Omi tells me the next steps.

“You’re quite good with a knife,” he says observing me from one side. “I really don’t have to worry about you injuring yourself.” He chuckles and I wonder how much stress he has been subjected to having to teach the other Mankai members.

“Well, I do cook for myself. Part of living alone and all that.”

“Yeah, I guess if the guys here had to cook for themselves they’d also end up learning. It’s just… I’m scared of what the process would be like.” He sighs and I smile. One of the things that made me fall for him is how he always takes care of other people.

Soon enough I’m melting the chocolate, and we talk about university. The conversation keeps flowing, and before we know it it’s time to turn off the stove. Omi prepares the mould and I quickly get the fillings I want to use.

“It may be easier to use a pastry tube.” Omi quickly gets one and hands it to me. While I pour the melted chocolate inside, I can feel him standing behind me. Now is not the time to be nervous, I tell myself, and focus on the pastry tube.

When I’m done, I quickly fill about half of the mould and then use different fillings – nuts and dried fruit – and finish by pouring more chocolate on top. I try to do it quickly but methodically. I know the fillings aren’t going to be a surprise for him since he is helping me, so I wanted to at least have a few different ones so he wouldn’t know which one he’ll be eating when he picks the bonbons.

There’s still a bit of chocolate left in the pastry tube, so Omi hands me another mould and it fills a few half spheres.

“Now all that’s left to do is to let it cool down.” Omi smiles at me and I sigh. One of the difficult parts is over.

“I hope they’re tasty.”

“I’m sure they will, with the amount of care and focus you’ve poured onto them.”

I can’t hold his gaze when he says things like that. I quickly turn away and start working on tidying up and cleaning to give my mind a break. The next difficult thing will be confessing tomorrow, but that’s something for tomorrow. I don’t have to do it right now.

In my haste, I pour the hot water from the pot into the sink too quickly and it splashes onto my hand. That makes me jump but hopefully, it’s not hot enough to burn me.

“Are you burnt?” Omi’s voice is full of worry, and in a second he is taking the pot from my hand and placing it on the sink. He takes my hand in his and carefully examines it. “Does it hurt? Are you okay?” His hands are so warm and big, and a little bit rough in a way that feels like home.

“I’m okay, it wasn’t too hot so I’m fine,” I say, but he doesn’t look into my eyes. He continues examining my hand, and that’s when I notice it. His hands.

“Omi, your hands.” Before I can continue, he suddenly lets go of my hand and looks up, embarrassed.

“Ah, this is nothing, don’t worry.” The way he’s hiding his hands behind his back makes me feel that it is not nothing, especially with the way he was worried about mine.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, it’s totally fine.” He looks away and takes a step back from me.

“Omi.” I insist, taking a step forward. “Show me your hands?”

“Why?” His voice sounds strangled, but at least he is looking at me now.

“Why’re you trying so hard to hide them?”

Omi sighs and his shoulders relax.

“I… I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he admits while offering me his hands. I take them and see he has several brown scabs, some larger than others.

“What happened?”

“Just… nothing.” He isn’t meeting my eyes.

“Omi, please.” I don’t understand why he’s acting like this, but it feels like we’re farther away than ever. He shuffles and clears his throat.

“I, uh, I had to… practice.”

“Practice?”

“I… well, so many people were relying on me to teach them how to bake chocolates, you know.” He chuckles. “And well… I didn’t want to let them down.”

“Why would you let them down?”

“Everyone… thinks I’m this amazing chef. But I’m simply good at what I’ve done before.” He gives me a small smile, and my heart drops to my feet. I let go of his hands as if by doing that I could pick up my heart and pretend I haven’t heard what I heard.

“I’m so sorry, Omi.” I turn around and face the sink. I can’t believe my own selfish wishes hurt the person I like.

“What are you sorry for? You’re the last person that has to apologise.”

“If I hadn’t asked to bake chocolate with you, then…”

“No, I’m so glad you asked.” His voice sounds softer now, and I hear him moving behind me. “I just… I guess I wanted to impress you.”

He what?

I turn my face and the smile on his face almost makes me melt right then and there.

“You wanted to impress me?”

“Yeah. I guess… I thought you’d need more help.”

Oh no. He didn’t get to do anything. He practised for me and then I just told him to watch me do everything.

“I’m so sorry, if I had known, I-”

“Maybe I can bake chocolates for you some other time?” He interrupts. I’m frozen in place and my brain refuses to process what is happening. “If, um… if the person you plan on gifting these chocolates would be fine with that, of course.” He looks down and laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We can do this again anytime.” I finally manage to speak.

“Cool,” he replies, showing me a big smile.

“Are you treating the burns properly?” I signal with my head to his hands, and he nods.

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first scar I have anyway,” he laughs it away, but that makes my heart shrink.

Don’t treat yourself like that, I want to say, but I don’t feel I have the right to say anything. How come the person who cares for so many people cannot take better care of himself?

“Maybe we can sample some of the chocolates when they’re cooled down. We gotta make sure they’re the best chocolates to accompany your confession, right?”

I swallow hard.

Everything will be ready for tomorrow in a few hours.

Everything but me.

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