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[strvwdere]

He's been on my mind and my dash today. Uploaded from the dox archive, briefly edited, and still doesn't have a title! Taking suggestions in the tags <3

Edit: title added!

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"Unannounced"

Aki Hayakawa x gnc!Reader drabble (~1k words)

CW!s: Fluff, brief mention of blood, suggestions of violence and hookup culture, one (1) use of profanity, no pronouns or anatomy descriptions for reader, JP urban life context, Aki is a sweetie pie, **note at the end if u care to read!

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Thinking about the first time you ever put your lips on Aki Hayakawa.

It was far more innocent than others might suspect. With your jobs and daily lives entrenched in spectacular horrors, it was practically expected for those in your position to blow off steam with one another. You'll admit you'd had a brief tryst or two, but now you had a new partner. And Aki didn’t seem like the type.

It's 02:37am and the train car is blissfully empty, not a sloshed up salaryman in sight. Aki had offered you a seat but chose to stand himself, claiming that he'd likely fall asleep if he took a moment to rest his long legs. You could see the truth of it on his face, but also knew he looked most comfortable staying on guard. Frankly, you wouldn't be surprised if the man slept with one eye open, literally.

He's got one hand on the baggage rail above you, the other fiddling with his lighter in the pocket of his suit pants. He catches you staring down at his sneakers, scanning them with casual curiosity, when he prompts,

"What?"

You blink, "They're clean."

“Huh?”

Aki thinks you must be blind, but he’s not rude enough to call you on it. Today’s shift had been your first time patrolling Shibuya together, so it was brutal, naturally. There’s not one article of clothing between the two of you without blood smeared on it somewhere. Standard rite of passage.

“The department chair said you like to stay busy. You a sneakerhead? There’s not a single scuff on those.”

“Not sure what the state of my footwear has to do with anything.”

“Sorry.”

You glance off to the side, not wanting him to presume scrutiny any further.

One thing about Aki- 90% of the time he’s vaguely dismissive and the other 10% he’s shy. 100% of the time you’re dogshit at reading him in the moment.

The ambiance of the train rattling down its track settles over you both. Stops coming and going, announcements crackling through the speakers and flashing on the overhead digital monitors as you pass through. Your lids are about to slip shut when he speaks, almost mumbling to himself.

“I like to take care of things.”

You roll your head along the back of the seat to look placidly in his direction again.

“Come again?”

He clears his throat. 

“I like to take care of my stuff. Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really, just surprising to me.”

“What’s so different about it?”

Your eyes follow the long column of his tie from the barely loosened knot at his throat, down his slim torso, to the pointed end that meets perfectly at the top of his belt buckle. Meticulous, you think. Meeting his eyes again as a wry smile tugs faintly at your lips, you state, 

“You’re a serious guy, Aki Hayakawa.”

“Yeah, guess so.”

He turns away, shielding his face with his arm still resting on the baggage rail, and casting his gaze over his toned shoulder. You’d assume he was dismissing you again, were it not for the visible tip of his ear tinted the lightest shade of pink. Look at that, you muse internally. The other 10%.

-The next stop is Ueno, G16. Please change here for the Hibiya line, the JR lines, and the Keisei line. This train is bound for Asakusa.-

You uncross your legs preparing to stand, semi-accidentally brushing your boot across the width of his shin as you do. He doesn’t flinch, but continues to avoid eye contact.

“Your stop, right?”

“Yep,” you quip, pulling the strings in your limbs against their will. Exhaustion is hitting you more fully now as you gather yourself. You’ll test Aki’s buttons another time, you decide. A time when a hot shower and your mattress aren’t demanding your presence so immediately.

-Arriving at Ueno, G16. The doors will open on the left side.-

“Don’t forget we’re touching base at HQ first tomorrow, and bring your report. They’ll want one from both of us since you’re an internal transfer.”

“Sir, yes sir.” 

You rise carefully to your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder and steeling yourself for the next leg of your commute.

You’re mid-reach for the strap above when the train activates its breaks, rocking you forward and directly into Aki’s firm chest. An arm comes up to steady you against him while your outstretched hand aims for the baggage rail, landing on top of his own instead.

His voice is as rigid as the rest of him when he asks,

“You good?”

You tilt your head up sheepishly to reply and are struck by the fine architecture of his flexing jawline. Here you are hip to hip, eye to eye, and he’s still avoiding your gaze, burning holes into the wall of the train car behind you.

Whether it’s impetuousness or sleeplessness, something overcomes you. Rising onto the balls of your feet, arm pulling yourself up and in, you plant a soft, fleeting kiss to the underside of Aki’s chin.

-Ueno. This is Ueno station. Please watch your step.-

“Take good care of me, partner.”

-The next stop is Ueno-hirokoji, G15. Please transfer here for the Toei Oedo line.-

His arm leaves your waist and your hand uncovers his as you step away, dashing onto the platform just before the doors begin to close.

As the train pulls away, you’re left with a lingering sense of frustration and the impression of his body heat still ghosting your skin.

What you didn’t catch behind those doors was Aki, collapsed on the seat with his head in his hands, blushing bright red all the way down to his collar. 

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©strvwdere.tumblr.com; est. 02/2023; no quotes, reposts, or translations 🍓

**Note: I really wanted to make a cute reference to the way the phrase “yoroshiku onegaishimasu” is used in Japanese. One of its many meanings is “please treat me favorably” or “please take good care of me” and is often used in introductions and establishing coworker connections. That said, there is no direct translation to English so I’m afraid it came out a little clunky here (in my head, the reader essentially says “Please take care of me, Hayakawa Senpai). Lmk if you guys have any ideas! This was a quick bit I thought up while in the middle of my JP studies in preparation for going abroad. Had a lot of fun toying with our favorite Devil Hunter and looking through Tokyo-metro's website- that level of organization is A1!

[strvwdere]

Valentine's day is this week and spring is around the corner, so I thought I'd kick off my uploads w something on the sweeter side. It's kinda old, but Oiks always makes me feel pink <3

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"A King and His Armor"

Childhood friend!Oikawa Tooru x gnc!Reader drabble

CW!s: None. Fluff, slight childhood angst, misunderstanding trope, angel baby Tooru

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Oikawa Tooru loves to show off. Or at least you remember that being your first impression. Way back when you had transferred into his middle school during your preteens, you were so unimpressed with how gaudy he was. Always the charmer, always the center of attention- these attributes always swirling in the air around him like a cheap perfume that left you uneasy. You have to give yourself a little credit, not every kid that age can spot a façade a mile away. But it certainly didn't take very long before you caught an accidental glimpse of a crack in his armor, causing you to reconsider your stance.

It was a spring day after clubs let out, sakura petals littering courtyards and concrete in puddles of pink and white. You'd forgotten a notebook and turned the corner to find Tooru, watery-eyed and slumped against the wall several yards ahead of you. You almost feigned nonchalance or ignorance. It was none of your business and surely his adoring peers would find him soon enough.

Your awkward standstill was interrupted then by the sight of a bright colored object rolling toward your feet. A volleyball, the one Tooru had been turning in his hands frustratedly only moments ago. Picking up the ball, you decided to approach with caution.

"Hey...." You started, too young to mask the wariness in your tone as you stepped forward. There was no response, and in looking forward you could see that Tooru had slid down against the wall to a seated position. It was odd and frankly it bothered you. Where did this boy get off acting miserable without an audience? And why did you have to be the one to attend to him? It'd be best just to return his ball and keep moving.

Coming to stand in front of him, you stated your business matter of factly, "You dropped this."

"T-thanks," he finally spoke, turning away to hide the wobble in his chin. But he didn't reach out to take the ball either, so you set it firmly next to him before rising again.

"Sure."

Why? Why was he acting so... wounded? Lowering your voice, you continued begrudgingly, "Um. Should I get a teacher?"

He turned his face to you then, gazing upward with puffy eyes and streaked cheeks. It was then you realized somewhere in your little heart that Tooru- boisterous, tacky Tooru- was as delicate as the sakura petals scattered beneath him. His stare made you squirm and the weight of your misjudgements made your stomach sink.

He blinked once in slight confusion, then again to clear his tears.

"No, I'm fine."

Apparently the part about him being insufferable was dead on though.

"Are you?," you challenged him, only to be met with a familiar silence.

Before things could become even more inconvenient, you turned on your heel. But as you reached the end of the walkway, you heard him pipe up again.

"Wait-"

You looked back to see him wiping his face with his sleeve before taking a deep breath in.

"-Can you sit with me?"

And that was the day that the boy you liked the least slowly began to morph into the boy you liked the most. You learned of his anxieties, his obsessions, the silly things he'd do on his own when he thought you weren't paying attention. You caught him every time, whether he was making a weird face or trying to avoid asking for help again. No matter what he did, Oikawa Tooru could never seem to dazzle you enough to distract you.

You won't deny it- the fact that so much of what makes up a personality is in one's environment. Self protection begins with the best of intentions and grows into the fiercest of iron clad suits. And little Tooru in his diligence made sure to polish his every day, keeping it pretty and easy for others to admire their own reflections in. Because at least then he could tell himself he always had company. At least then the mortifying, paradoxical loneliness wouldn't show. He kept others out and kept all of his ugliness in- everybody stayed safe and happy. Everybody loved him.

Years later, you know the truth is that Oikawa Tooru likes to hide. His rage, his pain, and his fear- all guarded by his triumphs, his flirtations, and his appearances. As time goes on though, the imperfections have started to accumulate. The vulnerabilities don't haunt him at night and the scrapes and dents are noble reminders. Does he feel brave? Almost. Does he feel proud? Certainly. It might be from years of you casting your intuition upon him. Or perhaps from all the times you've shown him the safety and sincerity he'd been yearning for, no pedestals or pitfalls included.

He's not really sure. But one thing he does know is that he's never been good at shielding himself from you. And with over a decade of fond memories between you, he is sure he doesn't want to.

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©strvwdere.tumblr.com; est. 02/2023; no quotes, reposts, or translations 🍓

[strvwdere]

told myself I wasn't going to post more content before I got my mlists set up but my internal links aren't working on the mobile app regardless of what I try so! have some fluffy, post timeskip, salary man Yams:

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Office worker!Yamaguchi Tadashi HCs

CW!: Fluff for the cinnamon roll, suggestion of alcohol consumption

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Office Worker!Tadashi who can never seem to settle on which tie he wants to wear for the day: the one that's your favorite color or the one that matches your eyes?? He grabs both as he plants a kiss to your slumber-blissed forehead and bolts out the door.

Office Worker!Tadashi who starts every work day with a call to you from his outdated office phone. To tell you he made it there safely, yes, but also to make sure your own morning is going smoothly. He hopes the pour over he made for you was decent, you've been wanting to try a different blend lately.

Office Worker!Tadashi who definitely doesn't abuse the brand new staff photo printer the exact day it arrives by airdropping no less than 10 pictures (a modest number, really) of the two of you and your cats... and then covering his cubicle in them. His coworkers tease him endlessly, but he still prints out a new one for each really rough day he has thereafter.

Office Worker!Tadashi who's constantly ripping a hole in his office slacks because his thighs have gotten just a bit too muscular for his own good. He's mildly infuriated every time, but he knows how much you like his thigh to waist ratio and loves the way your eyes linger on him during your trips to the gym. So he sneaks off to the restroom with an extra ounce of patience and the emergency sewing kit you bought him in hand.

Office Worker!Tadashi who returns to you promptly at 5pm on the dot each Friday evening. Clock punched, traffic beaten, top button undone, flowers and a fresh bottle of sake in tow. You ask how his week went and he always insists you share first. The glasses are poured and set before you can even get a word out.

Office Worker!Tadashi who, regardless of his overflowing inbox, despite his mounting exhaustion, beyond his boss's generous offers of overtime hours and pay, makes you his top priority. And he feels absolutely honored that he gets to wake up the next day and do it all again.

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©strvwdere.tumblr.com; est. 02/2023; no quotes, reposts, or translations 🍓

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