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[rosze-v]

When Mikey loves you, you wouldn't really hear much words of affirmations.

But you could see it when he would split half of his taiyaki for you, feeding you with his hand and wiping off the remnants on your lips with his soft, gentle thumb.

You would see it when he would ask Draken for a helmet, made for you. So when the both of you go out on your weekly, night ride, he would sit you up on your special seat, while he strap the helmet onto you, making sure your hair looks fine because "I spend so much time making my hair looks good!",you said, and he remembered of course. He didn't ride fast, but enough to have you embracing his chest as he subconsciously held onto your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

You would see his love when he would take out an album of him and his little family. He would then explain what happened in those pictures. Like the time where he tried to cook some Melon Bread but ended up having flour all over him, or pictures of his brother, as his lips smiled, soft with a tinge of sadness. He'll also show you the early pictures of Toman, and he would tell you glorious stories of his mates, and you could see the proud look on his face. Mikey shares his memories when he loves.

You would see it the most when he's at his lowest. Yes, Draken had been the closest to his heart but when you came? There were indeed no words when you heard the engine of his motor at night, but when you would open the door to your house, and the immediate hug from him, that was the rawest he had ever been. The shakiness of his shoulders, the silent sobs as you fell down on your knees with him in yours arms, cradling the broken pieces of him. You would stroke his hair, soothing him and he would tighten his hold, as he slowly speaks of what's bothering him.

Mikey doesn't really show his love through words but you never failed to see his love. It's true, it's pure and it's beautiful. It's intimate and raw and you would never trade it for anything. Mikey loves, and he loves hard, and no one loves more than a person who shows instead of uttering mindless words.

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I think Gojo is clumsy when it comes to love. He grew up not really knowing or seeing love as it is. Only superficial flattery and whatnots.

And so when the both of you decided to get together, it was just a fling at first but despite that, there's a gentleness in your ways that Gojo never felt before.

It piqued his interest, made the curious blood in him rushes through his brain and he listens to the softness you hold. Yeah it was a fling at first, but for the first time, in your eyes, he's much more than a piece of meat, much more than his exotic eyes, much more than a person who held the name Gojo.

In your eyes he's Satoru, your Satoru, your beautiful Satoru; and he knew he was handsome, but beautiful? He couldn't see the beauty in a killing machine yet you would tell him over and over again how beautiful he is. And eventually, he accepted it, that he's the most beautiful person when he's with you.

When you held him, there's a certain tenderness that made him crave it so much. Touching you became a need, because in your arms, he felt safe. Yes, THE Gojo Satoru, felt safe in your arms because only in your embrace was he able to unravel all the ugly things he kept inside, both from the people he dealt with and the ugliness of his thoughts.

And he would remember thinking, "Will (y/n) accept this horrifying, disgusting part of me?". And he curse himself for not trusting you. You took his ugliness and kisses his forehead with a smile as you tell him of how there's no such thing as ugly or disgusting when it comes to him and Oh God, Gojo truly felt like he was loved.

Gojo Satoru had also wondered, what is it that made you so special? Then he sees it when he would come home, and the burden chained on his ankles somehow unchained itself and when he would see you laying down on the couch, laughing out loud at the comedy you're watching on the TV, he knew, that this is the mundane, simple life he needed. Because this is the first time Gojo could feel simplicity, the first time ever in his life that he doesn't need to impress or give, or take.

In your presence, he merely needed to live, for you to love him with everything in your being.

And gosh, he would never be able to attest against your love, it was as clear as glass, you love him and it's scary. Gojo Satoru is a clumsy man when it comes to love, yet you held onto his hand and told him it's okay to fall in love. You'll love him as much as he needs.

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a softness only he holds

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

synopsis: And it feels like the end and the start of a movie I’ve seen before

tags: HEAVY ANGST, written in 1st person pov, soft Bakugou, inspired by the song, ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, descriptive kissing, honestly idk what to tag but this is quite heavy and it’s very sad

w.c : 1.2k

a/n: Halu! Oh gosh, this… this is sad. I was crying when I wrote this because somehow, it feels too close yknow. I hope this writing, though sad, soothes a part of you that loves Bakugou. Katsuki is really special to me and maybe that’s why I chose him for this piece. Anyways, please take care of yourself, if there’s anything going on, make sure you don’t hold it by yourself. I love you.

Eyes blinking at the grainy ceilings as I stretched my hand upwards, trying to reach it. It’s a never-ending reach, it’s like the ceiling is too far and I can’t ever seem to reach it. With a sigh, I took my hand back into my chest, and curled myself in. There is a deep emptiness in me, words ghosting on my lips. These things crept through my skin, like goosebumps crawling but instead it’s something more inexplicable. In my emptiness, my eyes fluttered, heaviness lay on my bottom lashes as a single tear glide down, staining the sheets beneath me; I closed my eyes.

“My love why are you crying?”. I jolted from the voice beside me, as clear and as loud, my head snapped up from my curled position. My eyes met Bakugou Katsuki who’s back was against the head board; his eyes behind those glasses stared at me with a softness. Upon seeing my terrified and confused look, he took off his glasses and places it and the book on his hand on top of my side table.

“Bakugou?”. I whispered, and the blonde’s face contorts, somewhat insulted by something as he reaches forward, brushing his hand on my damp cheeks. I steeled from the touch, trying to understand what’s happening. Sadness washes over his face, unsure on what to do as he retracts his hands back.

“Did I do something wrong? Why are you calling me by my goddamn family name?”.

“Why are you on my bed? No—How could you be on my bed? You don’t exi—”.

“Aha! I knew it!”. Bakugou said, as he approaches me again, his hands held onto my arms. Gently, he pulled me to his body, hugging me tight, my head on his chest.

And maybe that’s the explanation, maybe I did have a bad dream. A dream that was horrible and dark and empty, lonely. It has to be a bad dream because this feels so real. Skin meeting skin, a heartbeat drumming against a hard chest and the subtle caramel scent reaching my nose. He feels too alive.

Yes, that must be it.

So, I chuckled, pushing myself up while I place myself on his lap. I gaze at him; I could see everything. His red eyes, and his thick lashes, I held out my hand, letting it touch the side of his face. The stubbles on his cheek pricks my skin, Katsuki, my Katsuki. I couldn’t help but stare at him shamelessly, stare into my heaven on earth, his being held in my palm.

Katsuki smile at me tenderly, as he places both his hand on my waist. “Don’t look at me like that”.

“Like what love”.

“Like there’s an impending something”. I shake my head, touching his forehead with mine as my thumb mindlessly caress his cheek. With a fulfilled sigh, I went back to his chest, wanting to hear that heartbeat again. He took a hand, holding up and kissing the palm, his other hand tracing patterns on my waist. Katsuki held me tight into him, his chest vibrates from his humming and I want to savor this moment. The man would never understand how fulfilling his presence is. The emptiness I felt before gone, filled with the love he poured endlessly. I looked up from his chest, and I could clearly see his stubbles and I poke it again, and I could feel it, again. Katsuki looks down and smile softly. I held his face and kisses his chin.

And of course, my lips touched skin. “I love you Katsuki”. He hums again, as I pull myself up and come face to face with him. I trace his eyebrows as his eyes flutter close. His nose, high and strong and his cheeks, though chiseled, there’s a softness to it, as I pinch it and red eyes glared at me. I place a soft kiss on his nose, telling him sorry; a dumb smile on my face. Then I place a thumb on his lips, soft, hot under my finger and real.

“Kiss me”. He said hushed, and I obliged. I lean forward as he places a hand on my cheek. And it feels real, it must. His lips met mine, and it feels pillowy, a softness one could only feel through meeting a lover’s lips, and with his I could feel softness incomparable, and deep, careful love.

I could feel myself melting into him, as I deepen the kiss, eyes closed. I could feel his tongue parting my lips, and when mine touches his, it was another kind of softness that I think only he holds. My body heating up with our proximity and after what feels like heaven, he unlatches his lips; both of us trying to catch our breath. In this moment, I knew this is where I belong. In the arms of him, melting into him, heart filled with him. An urge burns in me, a love I never thought exist within me, a love concealed by hatred I indulged and this love had saved me. Katsuki saved me from an impending something.

“I love you Katsuki”. He watches me, sorrow evident in his face and I am puzzled.

“I love you too… but I’m sorry”.

“Why are you sorry Katsuki?”. He shook his head, holding me close to his chest once again. His grip was tight, as if I will float away and instinctively, I held on, letting myself hear. Thump, Thump, Thump.

“I am so sorry my love”.

No, of course not.

I look up again from his chest and he was already looking down at me. His eyes watering as I reach up, wiping away the strayed tear. There’s a bittersweet smile etched on his face and I knew, but I didn’t want to believe.

Please no.

“Please Katsuki…please, don’t.” Despair and hopelessness brimming through my eyes, as I fist his shirt. Please, please, God, please let me stay, please. He’s my happiness, a torch, the sun, the life, a reason, everything, my everything.

“You’re…”. I shook my head, urging him to stop but he continues. “You’re okay… You will be, and maybe… one day—nevermind”.

“One day what Katsuki?”. He could only smile at me, and I opened my eyes wide, making sure I’m seeing this, printing it in my memories because I knew. He left a long and deep kiss on my forehead, wiping the tears of my face; but it’s useless. I am already sobbing and the burn on my chest had gone beyond pain. He kissed me again, the softness I knew leaving me and I tried my best to feel it. The smell, the touch, him, Katsuki, I’ll remember him.

And my eyes fluttered open, staring deep into the beige ceiling. My lips tremble, as I slowly glance to my side, please let it not be a dream, and it is. My lover; the only salvation from this life stayed in my dreams, and I woke up to gaze in this wretched world again. A world without him and his softness.  A sob left my lips and I quickly clasp my mouth shut, the other clutching, clawing my chest.

“But it’s not real, and you don’t exist”.

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sleepy birthdays

pairing: Kozume Kenma x Reader

synopsis: A 24 hour stream for Kenma’s birthday turn into a surprise for the world

tags: fluff, birthday celebrations, cute sleepy Kenma, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 1.2k

a/n: Hello, this is for the collab from Camera, Lights, Action by @yeosatinyngz . I’m sorry for posting so late, I’ve been very busy and it took a toll on me. This is not my best work, but I hope you will like it. Thank you for reading.

You could hear Kenma’s voice from his gaming room, talking to the people in his stream chat. You giggled at how slurred his voice have become now that the birthday special stream is hitting the 20 hours mark. Tonight, is going to be his birthday, and so to celebrate it, Kenma decided to throw a special 24-hour stream. The stream blew up immediately since it has been quite some time since Kenma have such long streams, with him being a Youtuber, and a CEO has in fact, made him incredibly busy.

Time by time, you would sneak into his room to pass him some food and drinks, as well as some kisses when he have the camera turn off for awhile with an excuse of going to the bathroom. Some have speculated in the chat room that Kenma is going away to kiss his little partner, and you could only giggle at the claim because no one have known yet that Kenma is dating someone.

The reason for the hiding could be dated back to the first time you met him. You were a young, fast on their feet and witty intern that was accepted into Kenma’s PR Team. At first Kenma wasn’t really fond of you because of your crazy ideas on how to ‘improve’ his image. The ideas consist of Kenma doing challenges like ‘A Gamer trying Out the Army Training’ or the ‘Going up to People and have a Staring contest with Them’. Though eventually, some of your crazy ideas actually worked out, especially the time when a tabloid of him came out accusing him of getting close with Hinata just so he can have Hinata become his brand’s face.

Your solution was bizarre and completely something his PR Team wouldn’t thought of. Kenma remembered your determined face when you suddenly asked for his permission to use his old volleyball matches videos, and of course, since they don’t really have many options, Kenma agreed. For the first time in a while the office was quiet of your voices, as you secluded yourself in one of the private rooms.

Kenma won’t ever forget the look on your face when you came out of the private room at 1 in the morning, the brightest smile on your face and your laptop in hand. What you did was simple, you created a Tik Tok video of Kenma’s matches with Hinata and then you edited it in a way where it showcases their friendship looking as if its more than a friendship. The PR Team agreed on posting the video and who would have thought that your video would completely deflect the rumors and also increased the popularity of Kenma and Hinata.

Yet also creating another catastrophe of “Is Kenma the Youtuber and Hinata the Professional Volleyball Player dating?”. Despite it all, Kenma was thankful for your quick wit and your team also praised your efforts. From there, you were offered a permanent position in the PR Team which you, of course, accepted happily.

Then somehow, the relationship between you and Kenma starts budding. Kenma wouldn’t have thought he would fall for someone so loud and hyper yet here the both of you are, now sharing the same bed after being together for a year and a half.

You were in the kitchen getting his birthday cake ready for a little celebration between the both of you, when you noticed that the 24 hours stream is ending in a few minutes. Quickly, you place the cake on top of a tray that you have decorated. You checked the clock again and noticed that the stream is finishing as you picked up the tray and walk over to the gaming room.

“Thank you y’all for spending your time with me for 24 hours. It was fun but damn, I’m tired as shit bro. I’ll end the stream now, thanks for all the wishes again”. You were standing in front of the door, waiting for him to end the stream, and you noticed how dishevelled your boyfriend looks.

“The stream already ends right?”. You whispered as Kenma whipped his head towards you, staring at you blankly. When he realized the cake on the tray you’re holding, a smile slowly etches on his face as he put out his hand, gesturing for you to come to him. Slowly you walk over and places the tray on top of the desk while placing yourself on his lap. You took the cake in your hand and shows it to him with an excited look.

“Why is there a drawing of a cat on the cake?”. He asked as he slides his hand to your hips and pull you closer to him, making you lay your back to the side of his chest.

“Well because you look like one”. You said with a giggle as you held the cake up to him and lit the candle. You then looked up, your eyes meeting his as you give him a gentle smile and begun singing Happy Birthday.

“Happy Birthday to my love, Happy Birthday Kenma. Make a wish and then blow the candle”. You instruct as he closes his eyes for a bit and then blew the candle. He gives you a kiss to your cheek and whispered to your ear.

“Thank you, my baby,”. You nodded and took the spoon to feed him the cake when Kenma’s phone rings. Kenma groans as he picks it up and told you that it’s from Kuroo. Kenma was going to declined when you told him that maybe Kuroo wants to wish him Happy Birthday and its nice to pick it up. Kenma could only roll his eyes as he picked up.

“What do you want? You can just wish me tomo-”.

“Yo, you do realize the stream is still on, right?”. You gasped as your head and his turned towards the screen, and there, the blaring red light indicating that the camera is still rolling. Then the both of you noticed that the chat was going crazy and questions were popping up about the two of you.

“What do we do now?”. You whispered, a coldness washing over you as you search for his face. There was a blank look on him when he slowly looks at you, and give you a gentle smile. He squeezes your hips and pats your head, physically reassuring you. Suddenly, he places his hand on the desk and pulls the chair forward while adjusting the camera.

“Well, everyone, meet the love of my life”. He said as a blush covers your face and you wave shyly. The chat was going crazy, sentences came out so fast but you could read some.

OMG SHE’S SO PRETTY!!

Yo King Kenma have rizz

MOVE! She’s our girlfriend now!

WAIT YOU’RE NOT DATING HINATA?

You were expecting backlash, but thankfully, there were so many kind comments. Kenma then encourages you to speak to them while he eats his cake. You were having a blast replying to the questions from the stream when you heard a light snore behind you. You turned around and you were met with Kenma’s sleeping face as you kiss his forehead.

“Hey guys, I think we should go now. I’m gonna bring Kenma to bed. Thank you for all the nice words and thank you for always supporting Kenma. We love you!!”. The chat of course says their goodbyes and left so many kinds words. You then struggled a bit with turning off the stream and eventually managed to lead your boyfriend to the bed.

The next day,

KENMA THE YOUTUBER REVEALED HIS GIRLFRIEND ACCIDENTALLY!

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a glimpse of us

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

synopsis: Your daughter resembles you so much

tw: angst, Bakugou has a daughter, flashbacks, cursing

w.c : 1.8k

a/n: Halu! I'm not exactly sure on how to feel about this piece but I was heavily inspired by Joji's new song. I deadass hold off listening to it the first day it comes out but I was like fuck it and I listened to it, cried and here we are. What do you think? Do you like it? Enjoy!

“Papa! Come quick!! You’ll miss the movie!.” Bakugou Katsuki smiles gently at how eager his daughter is to watch How to Train Your Dragon, a movie she found after rummaging through your belongings.

“Yes Princess, I’m coming soon. Papa needs to take out the popcorn first. Why don’t you lay out the blankie?”. A yes and a giggle could be heard from the living room as he took out the popcorn from the microwave and place it in a tray. He then took out a bottle of apple juice and some glasses which later was placed on the same tray. Bakugou then pick the tray up and place it on the table in front of the tv.

Bakugou then turn around to look at his daughter and stare at her face, cheeks full, hair in twin tails, feet dangling off the end of the couch. He then cuddle up next to his daughter who quickly wrap her arms around him, in attempt to hug him.

“Princess, papa have to turn on the Tv!”. He said as she pout at the rejection yet Bakugou chuckles and pick up his daughter and place him on lap as he fish for the remote on the table. He starts the movie and his wriggling daughter stop and stay silent throughout the movie. He look down at his small daughter on his lap as he remembers.

“Katsuki hurry!! What the hell are you doing in the kitchen?”. Your voice could be heard from the living room as Bakugou grumbles. “Can’t your ass be patient! I’m trying to take out the goddamn popcorn!”. Rolling your eyes you shouted a yes and waited for him to come back with a tray of popcorn and your favourite apple juice.

Once he settles down on the sofa, your arms snaked around him and peck his cheek, a little way to show your appreciation of him. Bakugou stared down at you, admiring your beautiful smile and the beautiful twinkling of your eyes and the beautiful chuckle of yours. His heart warms at your every being, he swears there’s nothing in this world more beautiful than you are.

Bakugou who was in a trance from remembering your antics, realise the soft breath of his daughter on his chest. He smiled slightly, his heart string tugged at how soft and fragile his daughter is. He then reach out for a wet wipe and wipes her hands, dirtied by the caramel of the popcorn. After that, he gently scoop his daughter in his arms and bring her to her room. Bakugou place her gently and covers her with blanket and giver her a kiss goodnight before leaving for the living room to clean up the leftovers.

Then he walk back to his room, slowly and with dread. He opens the door and nothingness greeted him. Grey sheets and grey walls, a huge bed and not a single sign of you. He sigh and went over to his bed and lay down, trying not to think too much. Yet the body knows better, as he face to the left, and pulling up the sheets as if you were there. Realising what he have done, his face scrunched in pain as he pull the blanket up to his face, covering the half of it. He close his eyes, trying to greet sleep as quick as possible.

You were laying beside him, your eyes shone and peeking through, the only thing he could see was the sea of love, all for him. You were stroking his cheek, shamelessly admiring what’s yours. Your fingers touches his lips, the lip you have always crave. You touch his nose, the nose that you believe perfectly compliments his whole face. Then you touch the side of his eye.

Oh his eyes, the most alluring part of him. You swear you could burn in his fire and feel nothing but love and warmth. You could see blush creeping up his cheeks at your actions as he ask.

“What are you looking at weirdo…”. You chuckle at his flustered look and kisses his forehead.

“I’m crazy in love with you Katsuki. I’m not sure how I’ll live without your love, your touch, everything. I’m so fucking lucky”. Katsuki could only nod at your confession, as he pull you closer to his chest.

Because he knew, he’s not sure either how to live without you.

Yet he live. Is he alive? He’s not exactly sure, if he’s alive or living. His eyes shot open, wet tears passing down his cheeks and neck as he slowly sit up, wiping off his face. He could hear the pattering of his daughter feet and suddenly she burst through the door with a bright smile on her face.

“Papa!! Good morning!! Today’s beach day right? Is Uncle Kiri coming? I miss him so much already!!”. She crawled up to his lap and look up at Bakugou with huge eyes.

“Yes baby, today’s beach day! And yes Uncle Kiri is coming to, along with Aunty Mina, Uncle Sero and Uncle Kaminari”. Excitement was evident on her face as she jump down the bed and races to go to her bedroom, but suddenly halted before she reaches the door.

“What about Uncle Deku? And Aunty Ochako?”. At the sound of Midoriya’s name, he scowled a bit, a matter of habit, yet he nodded. His daughter squeal in happiness as she run to her bedroom to shower and pack up for the beach day. Thankfully, now that he’s an adult and a father, he have grown to become friends with Midoriya, though that was mostly by your scolding.

“I swear Bakugou Katsuki if I hear another bully bullshit out of your mouth we’re fucking done! How dare you do that to Midoriya? What if one day you have a kid and someone bully your kid the same way you did to Midoriya! What the fuck you’re gonna do you asshole!”.

He knew ever since the both of you got together, he’s going to marry you and have kids with you. Yet your words were like a slap from reality itself because he just now realise the consequences of his action. His heart squeeze at the thought of another kid hurling words he have hurled at Midoriya. He looked up at you, who’s eyes filled with tears, anger and disappointment visible.

Ever since that day, he tried his best to make it up with Midoriya and thankfully Midoriya being the sweetheart he is, accepted his apology and change. Though Bakugou is still a mean piece of shit, he have tame down words that could hurt and actually think before he speaks.

And you love him even more, and he love you even more.

“Yo Baku bro!”. Kirishima shouts gaining Bakugou’s attention as he trudge along to the crowd of his friends. Kirishima bump shoulders with Bakugou before picking up Bakugou’s daughter.

“Heya Princess! Wanna play with uncle today?”. She nodded eagerly as Kirishima went off to the crowd to introduce your daughter to the others.

“Don’t let her go into the water alone Kirishima!”. Kirishima shouts an okay as Bakugou went on to greet the others.

“Hey Kacchan, thank you for inviting us!”. Midoriya says with a huge grin on his face as Bakugou smirks.

“You wanna race Deku?!”. Like little kids, they went on and have a race along with Todoroki, though not before a warning from Iida on how they should race without using their quirks. The race was a close call but the proud Bakugou won.

Bakugou then went over to his daughter and told her that they should eat now before doing any other activity. He then went over to Sato’s place who was barbequing some meat and sausages. Sato place some of the meat and sausages on his and his daughter’s plate as they eat together with the others.

Though Bakugou doesn’t talk much, he was glad that he decided to do this. It was actually fun, though he won’t admit it, it actually felt good to catch up with the others. He then watch Midoriya with Uraraka being affectionate with each other and he his heart tugged. He remembers how much you love the beach and how often the both of you have dates at the beach.

You splashes him with sea water, giggling at his shocked face, because how dare you.

“Oh now you’re getting it!!”. He splashes you much more and you run away from him in attempt to not get caught. Bakugou catch up to you in an instant as he picks you up and throws you into the water. You screamed in delight but thankfully your reflexes was quick as you pull him down with you.

Now the both of you are drenched and you could taste the salty water on your tongue yet the both of you were laughing out loud, and Bakugou realised, he’s complete and happy. He’s in love and he wants to be in this bubble of love with you forever.

Bakugou and the others were packing up a little bit since its going to be night soon, and everyone was tired yet delight could be seen on each other’s faces. Everyone was happy that they could catch up with each other and have fun just like they did when they were younger. Now everyone is on their own road, and everyone is living their own life, moments like this is hard to come by.

The sun was setting when Bakugou was searching around for her daughter, panic budding in his chest yet he saw his daughter at the skirts of the beach. Bakugou approach his daughter and he feel as if he’s done this before. The sky was painted orange and blue, tinges of pink and the sound of the sea was calming.

“Princess, we have to get ready to go home now”. Your daughter turn around and with a gentle smile and a pointed finger towards the setting sun she said.

“Pretty”. Bakugou stopped on his tracks and could only stare at his daughter. Memories flashes through his mind.

“Babe we have to go now”. Bakugou walked up to you as your turn around and pointed at the setting sun.

“Pretty”. You said. Bakugou stopped on his tracks, his heart beating faster, his breath knocked out his lungs. He knew and have always praises your beauty yet when the sun is halfway through, the rays of light behind your back and the soft glow of your face and the gentle smile on your beautiful face.

You become the most mesmerising being in the whole world. He wished he could stop the time, just to admire you a bit longer. He wished he’s a painter, just so he could paint the masterpiece of God that you are. He wished he was the sun itself, to be able to shine down upon you and grace you with beauty the same way as right now.

 Bakugou smiled down at his daughter as he kneels down and hug her tight. His eyes tearing up a bit at the memory he just remembered.

And he thought that its okay. Though you’re not here anymore to tell him how pretty the sun is or to peppers him with kisses, its okay. Bakugou whispered to the sea, knowing that you could hear him.

“Love, I could still see a glimpse of us in her eyes”.

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your lips, my lips

pairing: Bokuto Koutaro x Reader

synopsis: Slow dancing with your husband, surrounded by the nature and everything that is love

tags: Fluff, Marriage, Just Bokuto being the sweetest husband, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 0.6k

a/n: Hello! this is for the collab from Champagne Kisses by @tahdashi I'm so sorry for posting, literally at the end of the deadline but life was so busy this past few months, but a deadline is a deadline! I hope y’all enjoy this :)

The dress starts to feel heavy on your skin, and the excitement you felt from the moment you said I do are slowly subsiding, sizzling into a sense of calmness. You could feel the warmth of your lovely husband’s strong, bulky arms as you listen to him laughing away with the last of the guests who’s saying their farewells and congratulations. A smile etched itself on your face as the couple wave goodbye and bowed to the both of you, which you and Koutarou exchanges.

You could feel Kou releasing a heavy sigh of relief as he turns around to you. “I thought weddings would be a piece of cake babe!”. He confessed while leading your locked arms to the centre of the dance floor. “Turns out this is more tiring than my daily volleyball drills”. You chuckled at him as he unlatches the locked arms, standing in front of you with his beaming smile.

You looked up, staring into his huge eyes and the wide smile, the love you feel for this man overflows. Koutarou truly looks the most handsome he ever been tonight; his grey tuxedo with his slicked back hair, and that beautiful, beautiful smile of his that you had always love. What you didn’t know is how Koutarou is also cherishing your looks, and exclaiming to the stars on how ethereal you are.

He could remember the moment you walked down the aisle and how for the first time in his life, he felt like time slows down, and his focus is completely at you. Your white wedding dress, the veil covering your face slightly though it didn’t cover your sweet smile. It was instant, the tears brimming in his eyes because it felt very real at that point. He’s marrying you, the love of his life, the one who he seeks in the crowds during his games, and the very person who held him up through so, so much. His chest swelled with joy and complete love for you, as Akaashi hands him a handkerchief to wipe his tears away.

You and Koutarou could hear the music plays, a slowed instrumental of Apocalypse by Cigarattes After Sex. Gently, and slowly, Koutarou held onto your waist, bringing you closer to him as the butterflies’ flutter in your stomach. Your hands glide itself to his neck, interlocking your fingers behind it as you give him a shy smile. Then after a few seconds, you could feel your body being swayed gently by your husband, his wide smile stays on his face while looking down at you.

You’re so glad that you decided to have an outdoor wedding because gosh, Koutarou in a tuxedo, with the stars twinkling above him felt like a dream. The smell of the grass and his cologne mixes so well, it feels intoxicating to be so close to him, yet you don’t mind. If anything, you wish to be engulfed and swallowed by his scents, his warmth, his love, him, him, him. Koutarou swears that his heart is probably broken. It kept on beating so hard that he could hear it in his eardrums, at times, he wonders if you could actually hear and feel it too.

The dim, glowing light of the venue and your humming to the music is overwhelming his every sense, yet his eyes could only see you. The beauty showing so much love for him in every action of yours. Your smile, your eyes, your hands that have reached his face, your thumb stroking his cheeks so gently as if Koutarou is made of glass and everything fragile.

Koutarou subconsciously leaned down, his lips searching for yours when you whispered.

“Your lips, my lips”.

“Apocalypse”.

The both of you smile as lips clashes and again, today the world felt like heaven, and in his presence, you’ve realized that you’re kissing an angel on earth.

[rosze-v]

wait for me

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

synopsis: To the hero who fought so valiantly, should he know he had reached his dreams of being the best

tw: MAJOR MANGA SPOILER, character death, heavy angst, post AFO war, Reader is not a hero but class 1A knows of reader, no comfort, yelling, swearing, be ready to cry

w.c : 2.4k

a/n: Halu! I’ve been having major writer’s block, and then the newest chapter of BNHA came out, and boom, another Bakugou angst. I CRIED writing this, and I hope you will cry too. Also, I would like to mention that I hope I don't offend anyone when I was describing the process of his f******, I tried my best to research Japanese tradition when it comes to it, and I tried incorporating it as much as I think is best for the story. Have fun!

You woke up, body jolting to the front, breathing ragged, and heart thumping in your ears. Your eyes flit around, trying to figure out where you are, and then you noticed a picture of you, and Bakugou on the study table. With a sigh of relief, you lay back down, snuggling into his comforter, Bakugou had let you stayed in his room at the dorms. You’re not sure the time, but it felt so long since you cry your goodbyes to Bakugou.

“Promise you’ll come back, okay?”. You whispered, hugging him tight. You know how important this fight is, but knowing he’s going to risk his life makes the anxiety gnaws fast, and hard. Bakugou peeled you off of him as he flashes you a cocky smile.

“I'm Bakugou fucking Katsuki, the King of Explosion, I’ll come back without you even knowing I’m back.” You could only give him a forced smile as you nodded.

You miss him already, and you’re feeling jittery at the fact that you can’t see him anytime soon. You pat your cheeks, trying to cheer up because worrying is not going to bring anything good. You were going to stand up, when Mitsuki, Bakugou’s mother barge open the door with a smile on her face.

“They’re back!”. She announced, and immediately you bounce up, and went to her side. Your eyes well up a bit but you quickly blink it away, putting a huge smile on your face. You could already imagine it, Bakugou with a rough appearance, maybe little blood here, and there, some tears on his costume, and of course, some cuts. You’re going to see him from a far, and he will be there, searching for your eyes, and when the both of your gazes met, time would stop.

He will be walking first, then he’s jogging, and you will be doing the same, both with a huge, triumphant grin, and then you will jump into his arms, and the both of you will hug each other like you’ve never touch each other before. Your senses will remember his calloused hands brushing through your hair, his body’s heat, and the sweet scent of his quirk. Then he will greet his parents, hug them, and maybe even banter with his mom before going back to his room, with you.

And in his room, you’ll take out the medical box, ready to care for him like you always do. And you’ll hug him through out the night, stealing kisses that turn into deep make outs, but the both of you would be too tired, and the both of you will wake up, in each other’s presence once again.

But that’s not happening. You have been looking around for him, stretching your head to find that spiky blonde hair of his, but none. Your heart begins a frantic thump, and the feeling from when you jolted up before came back. You could feel your breathing getting choppy, but you take a deep breath, calming yourself down. He promised he’ll come back.

As you were running around, you spotted Midoriya, his head casting down, holding onto his right arm. You quickly approach him, and called out his name. His shoulder flinched, freezing when he heard your voice calling for him. He took in much air, hardening his emotions, as he looks up at you. Worry and fear were swimming in your eyes, getting closer to him, and then standing in front of him.

“Midoriya, where’s Katsuki?”. You asked, panic lace in your voice. Midoriya didn’t learn how to break a news to someone, especially a devastating news. Years of note taking about heroes, but he never taken any notes on how to speak without hurting.

You were confused on why he’s silent, your brows scrunching. Midoriya left out another sigh, closing his eyes a bit before looking back up at you.

“He’s… Kacchan…”. Midoriya choked on his words, holding a palm over his mouth, his eyes tearing up.

No.

Just no.

It can’t be. Because he promised, he never breaks his promises.

No, of course not.

But you can’t help it, by analyzing Midoriya’s body language, you knew what he was going to say but you can’t- you don’t want to listen to it.

“He fought valiantly; he was amazing. I… I'm sorry (y/n), but Kacchan… he didn’t make it”. You stare into his eyes, your eyes unblinking at his words, as a chuckle left your lips. Midoriya taken aback, as his eyebrows twist, and lips frown.

“Come on Midoriya, stop joking with me. There’s just no way… I mean he promised”. Midoriya only shakes his head, affirming that indeed, he’s not joking. Your mouth open, and closes, not knowing the words to say, or the questions to ask because there’s no way.

For the first time in your life, your heart collapse first before your knees did. You took a couple breath in, short breaths, but then it felt as if the air around you had disappeared. You clutch onto your chest, banging on it because you can’t breathe anymore. Your eyes sting, you had it unblinking for so long that the tears pooled, flow down freely. You looked up at Midoriya, and he flinches. You shake your head at him, as you breathe through your mouth.

“Midoriya don’t…”. Your words were jumbling but you try to speak it out. “Don’t fuck with me… he’s… he’s alive! He promised!”. You shouted out at him, Midoriya squatted down before you, not sure what else to say to you. He could only pull you into his arms. “He fucking promised…”. You whispered, gasping for air.

“Let go of me…”. You said, but Midoriya shakes his head. You punch his chest, albeit weakly. “Let go…”. You whispered again, trying to get away from him. You need to find Bakugou, why can’t he understand that. “No, (y/n). He’s gone… please…”. He plead.

You were slapping his chest now, punching him as you screamed. “LET ME FUCKING GO. I’LL FIND HIM FOR FUCKS SAKE”. But Midoriya held on, his shoulders shaking as he wept for you, and for him. You screamed out, your pain overtaking you. It was as if your limbs were chopped off, and you could only feel the pain surging into you. There were words, sentences in your wails, but it was incoherent. You refuse to accept the fact he’s gone, refuse to accept how silent Midoriya is, and how much his tears had stained your shoulder.

Your head was getting lighter, and your throat hurts so much, it burns and scratches. You were weakening in Midoriya arms, the extreme emotions taking a toll when Kirishima came.

“Mido… (y/n).” Kirishima’s words turn into a whisper upon seeing you in Midoriya’s arm. His heart twisted at how miserable you looked, and the thing he’s afraid of came. Your mouth open but there were only hiccups, your face completely wet, and red. He’s not sure whether its right to show you now, but its better to show you since it’ll happen sooner.

Kirishima, places a hand on your shoulder at first, trying to make you notice his presence but your head is swarming with denial to even notice. Then slowly, he held onto your arm, pulling you up to his side. Midoriya, who was holding onto you before could only look down, letting his arms fall onto the grown as his own tears kept flowing. His own being breaking at another mistake he believes he did; again, he let Bakugou go.

“I’ll bring her to… you know”. Midoriya only give him a curt nod, as Kirishima pulls you to wherever it is. You could care less. You were weak, your feet staggering to follow Kirishima but he was patient enough to hold onto your shoulders, guiding you to Bakugou.

The both of you entered a room, the smell of blood was pungent, and you gagged. You finally realize where you are, white sheets covering bodies of people were on the floor. There were crying people everywhere, it looks straight out of a movie. A disturbing movie. The trembling of your body intensified, and when you got closer to a couple, you noticed it was Mitsuki and Masaru. Masaru was holding onto his wife, Masaru crying silently while you could hear Mitsuki’s sobs.

“I brought (y/n)”. Kirishima announced, immediately Mitsuki unlatched herself from her husband, and hug you.

“I’m sorry (y/n). I’m so sorry… you… he…” She couldn’t continue her words, as she stutters through her breath. Masaru got close to the both of you, and give you a hug as well. You don’t understand, you refuse to believe that it did happen. But the wailing of Mitsuki, and the complete silence of Masaru is numbing you.

You were not crying anymore, your focus only on the body in front of you. He looks so familiar, so similar to Bakugou. You notice the golden hair of his reflecting the hard light, creating shadows. You notice his high nose, and those plump lips that you had always love to kiss. Then you notice the attire he’s wearing, though torn apart, it’s so similar to Bakugou’s, its almost frightening.

“That’s… that’s not Katsuki right?”. Mitsuki sobbed out loud again as she let go of you, and hug her husband again.

don’t get closer.

Your feet betrayed your screaming heart, as you get closer to the body. You squatted down beside his arm, staring ahead at the sleeping figure. You scan through, and you notice his hand. Your trembling one tried to reach forward.

don’t touch him.

He’s so cold, you thought. So frighteningly cold but as you clasp his hand, it felt right. It felt like him. That’s Bakugou’s hand you thought, and you were happy. After so much hours, you could finally feel him again. But he’s too cold.

“When we found him, he was holding onto this”. A man approached you, you know him as Aizawa Sensei. He hands out a card, and a polaroid picture. The card was an All Might card that you know very well off, he used to show you the card, saying that he’ll get it signed one day. Then you look at the picture, and noticed its of you and Bakugou. You remember when it was taken, you were on his lap, as you pull out the camera, and you were smiling wide while Bakugou eyes focused on staring at you, his eyes filled with love, and adoration.

Your eyes were getting blurry again, and once again the horrible pain from before came back like wild wind. You blink away the tears as you sat down, pulling his hand. Why won’t Bakugou move? He would always move towards you whenever you tugged at him. But he’s so rigid, unmoving and cold.

“Katsuki… wake up please…”. You plead, holding his hand to your face but its too cold. You get closer to his face, gently touching his cheeks, and again lost of its warmth. You stroke his cheek, his forehead, and his eyebrows.

“Baby… please open your eyes…”. You whispered, wishing that he’ll just sit up, and say its all a prank. You don’t care how disgusting the prank is, but you don’t care, let it be a prank.

But he just won’t move. Your quiet sobs become uncontrollable as you pull his heavy body to you. Hugging his head to your chest and burying your face into his hair. Aizawa was going to pull you away from Bakugou’s corpse but Kirishima held him back. Kirishima knew how much the both of you love each other, and frankly, he’s not sure how to comfort you. So, all he could do is listen to your heart wrenching sobs, and look at your desperate hug.

“You promised Katsuki.” You whispered to a dead body. You didn’t know a human being could feel so much pain. Your stomach compressed, and you truly trying your best to breath through the snot, and tears. Then you remembered all the dream he spoke about, how he’s going to be the number one hero, and he would smile so gleefully, and you agree. You have seen how battered he looked when he pushes himself so hard. You had foolishly, and naively thought that his kidnapping was the worst pain you ever felt, but this.

This made you wish that Death would just kill you.

—

You’re not sure what exactly happened, everything had been foggy. You remember pieces here, and there. How Kirishima had to force you to let go of Bakugou, how Mina, and Ochako came to you, and tried to console you. Now, you’re standing with Mina beside you, holding you up with one hand, as she silently sobs.

Apparently, it was time for his cremation, and before it went through, family and friends are allowed to give their last respect. Everyone from 1A and 1B was there, you also see some of his teachers. You saw All Might, and for the first time, you move by yourself. All Might, like others were also crying silent tears, but when he saw you, he immediately wipes his tears. You stood in front of him, a card in your hand as you held it out. Toshinori face show confusion as you cough, trying to speak up.

“This…Katsuki wanted you to sign this”. You uttered, voice raspy, and with a shaking hand, Toshinori took it, and nodded. You bow down your head as you went back to Mina. The process of giving respect starts with Bakugou’s parents. Mitsuki and Masaru were barely hanging onto their conscience, as they stroke his face, and kisses his forehead, whispering how proud they are of him, and how much they love him.

Then it was your turn. You were stuck in your place at first, but Mina gently pushed you.

“Go speak to him”. Mina whispered, as you give her a slight nod, and walked up to his body. Half of your heart had accepted that he’s gone, but the other was hopeful. The hope was immediately crushed by the reality of what laid in front of you. Bakugou was wearing a kimono, his body don’t smell of blood anymore. Gently, you place a hand on his cheek, and stroke it. There were so many things you want to say, but you will break before you finish them.

So, you closes your eyes, willing yourself to hold your tears in, as you kisses his forehead. “Thank you for loving me.”

And you kiss his eyes. “Thank you for choosing me”. Then you kiss his nose and cheeks. “Thank you for taking care of me”.

And gently, you give a soft kiss on his lips, trying to remember the shape of it, the tingling feeling of it, and the little lines of it. Slowly, you lift your head up, and with trembling lips, a forced smile, you whispered.

“I love you… Katsuki. Wait for me”.

[rosze-v]

you're my four leaf clover

pairing: Sano Manjirou x Reader

tw: fluff, everyone is alive, Mikey is a soft soft boy, in love Mikey, Husband!Mikey, Mikey is a business owner with all the Toman members, don’t worry the business is good

w.c : 1k

a/n: Halu! I can’t get over Tokrev boys like asgasha, they’re so adorable bro. Mikey is my fav from Tokrev ever since the start, like I just wanna give this man a hug. I wish in a different timeline, Mikey will be able to experience this with his s/o. I wish all of them stay alive and stay happy. Anyway! I hope you guys like it! I think this one is one of my favs cause I really hope I’ll be able to experience it myself one day. Have an amazing day loves!

You were reading a book and sipping on a warm cup of coffee, brew to perfection the way you like it. The candle you lit smell amazing, surrounding the living room you’re in. The sofa somehow felt a bit comfier than ever, your body sinking down in it a little deeper and everything feel almost perfect.

You picked up your phone, scrolling through the list of songs and then you saw a playlist your husband made you. Smiling to yourself, you press shuffle on the playlist, letting the music blare out of the speaker of your living room. You were deep into your reading when you heard the door to your husband’s office open up. Slowly, you rise up from the couch and saw your beautiful husband in all of his glory.

His blonde hair tied back to a man bun, black shirt clung into his body, you could feel yourself warm at the thought of hugging him. You always love hugging him, his warmth and the sense of comfort he gave you was always a delight. He was looking around, searching for you and when he saw you, his face exploded into a beautiful happiness, especially for you. His smile reaches his eyes, and the way he calls your name softly melts your whole body.

“What are you doing love?”. He asked, sitting down beside you and pulling you to his side as he strokes your hair, softly.

You smile as you answer. “Just reading a book baby, you’re done with your work?" His smile falters from his face as he grumbles.

“I can’t do it anymore, its annoying to take care of paperwork.” His scowl before turn into a mischievous smile as you squint your eyes in knowing.

“I asked Draken to do it”. Mikey said, rather proudly. You gently slap his chest and pinch his cheek as you say. “You know you can’t just give it to Draken right? You’re the boss you know.”

You could see a pout forming on his puffy lips as he mutters. “But I don’t wanna do it anymore. Draken’s good at it ‘nyways.” You shake your head and laughed at your husband’s antic.

“Well, Draken is good at everything Manjirou.” He nodded as he pulls you into his lap, holding your arms tight and letting your head fall on his shoulder. He turns his head to face you, his eyes looking down at you and another gentle smile on his face appears. He kissed your forehead as he whispers.

“Besides, I’m missing you so much already.” Your lips curve into a small smile as you answer with a kiss on his neck. The both of you stay like so while listening to the music and at times, you could hear Mikey hums to the music. His hand would rub up and down your arms while his other hand holds your hand tight, circling his thumb on your knuckles. Mikey has always been affectionate to you physically, even the early days of you dating him, hugging and cuddling is important to him.

Sometimes the Toman members would even jest at the both of your antics, telling the both of you to get a room but really, it was just the way it is. Though the Toman members would joke about you and Mikey, they always told you how glad they are that you’re with Mikey. You remembered a conversation you had with Draken, specifically on how glad he is to have you.

“You know, you should give yourself some credit for being Mikey’s girl.” You were munching on some crackers when Draken suddenly breaks the silence.

“What you mean bro?”. You asked, curious on why Draken and the others keep on telling you how grateful they are for you.

“You keep him sane. You keep him grounded and trust me bro, if you’re not with Mikey, he would be in the worse state.” You were staring at Draken now, who’s folding Mikey’s clothes.

“I'm- no, we’re really grateful that you love Mikey so much, that you were able to make him feel so much love. Thank you, really, for taking care of him.” You nodded as you promise him, that you’ll love him for a very long time.

You were going to fall asleep when Japanese Denim play on the speaker. Suddenly, you were lifted up and Mikey stood you up.

“What are you doing baby?”. He grins at you as he takes the both of your hands and wraps it around his neck. His hand then went over to your waist, as he gently sways the both of you to the music. Your face warms at his gesture, Mikey has always been so romantic and this is one of his favourite things to do.

“I wanna dance with my beautiful lover”. He whispers, you could see his face tinge with pink as you chuckle. You give him a peck on his lips, his soft lips moulding perfectly on yours. As you were going to lay your head on his shoulder, he pulls your face back and give you another kiss, deeper this time.

Your body and his flush tight together, the warm you felt before become much hotter. You place a hand on his cheek, pressing into his lips again in which he parts his slightly, allowing you to take it further. The coffee you had before tasted sweeter and when you felt that breathing becomes almost impossible, the both of you gently unlatch from each other. You could see his eyes fluttering opens slowly, clearly still in a daze. You run your thumb on his lips, his eyes now staring into yours, your chest swells with love and admiration for this beautiful man.

“I love you Mikey.” You whisper softly, letting the both of your body continue to sway to the music again.

“And I love you so much more baby, my four-leaf clover.” He admits as he softly sang to you, forehead touching against each other.

“I’m so in love, so in love”.

“forever’s a long time”.

[rosze-v]

lavender baths and silver hairs

pairing: Nozel Silva x Reader

synopsis: A slice of Nozel Silva's hair routine

tw: nozel silva’s hair, pretty much everything about his glorious hair, oh and also nakey nakey nozel but its not what you think it is, maid reader

w.c: 1.5k

a/n: Halu! I’ve written this like last two weeks? I finished watching and reading Black Clover for the 126128362 time and I can’t stop wondering who takes care of Nozel’s hair and here we are :D I’m also a bit sad that there’s not much crumbs on Black Clover fanfiction so here is my offering to the fandom! OH ALSOOOOO YOUR GIRL HAS A DRIVER’S LICENSE NOW!! I spend a month and a half learning like crazy and thankfully I got it on first try!!! I’m so happy of this accomplishment and now I can drive a car, though I have to learn how to drive an auto now cause I actually learned how to drive a manual. ANYWAYSSSSSSS, I’ve been rambling like crazy so I hope you have a good read!

You are simply a maid of the House of Silva, a maid that was chosen out of nowhere to be the particular caretaker of Nozel Silva’s hair. Yes, you were nothing more than a maid that takes care of his hair.

What they don’t know is the service you give Sir Nozel is much more than a ‘a maid who takes care of his hair’. When the sun had finish showing it rays of light, it was your time to knock on his door and a quick ‘Come in’ can be heard from the other side of the huge door. Coming in with a tray of Sir Nozel’s hair essentials, you were greeted with a freshly wash and dressed Nozel Silva.

He always look handsome, as simply as compliments could go, you always thought he looks handsome but in these times, when the ray shining softly in his room, the soft smell of soap, strong enough to cover the whole room. You give a gentle, respectful smile while you approach him and in which he exchanges with his own soft smile.

“Excuse me Sir Nozel”. You said as you gently place your hands on his silky, silver hair. Gently, you stroke his hair and through the mirror in front of him, you could see Nozel closing his eyes, relishing in the feel of your gentle hands caressing his head. From the tray you place on top of the dressing table, you took a glass bottle containing Argan Oil, originating from a foreign land beyond the country.

You pour a suitable amount of the oil, not too much and not too little on the palm of your hand and place the glass bottle back. With a slight rub of your hand just to warm it up a bit, you gently brush your hand through his long hair, from his hair line, to the ends of the roots. Many asked what’s the secret to his glorious hair and he always answers with Argan Oil, yet they don’t know these skilled hands of yours, filled with care and love were another secret of it.

Then you slightly crooked your fingers down, scratching his scalp gently which earn you a groan and a sigh. “That felt good”. He muttered with closed eyes as you whisper a thank you, a small smile of relieved is evident on your face.  Nozel Silva have always cherished this little routine of his and yours, he loves it so much that every morning, he would wake up on time without fail, wash and dress, wear the finest perfume and patiently wait for the soft knock of yours.

Once you finish rubbing the oil in, you comb his hair and move to stand in front of him. Nozel then open his eyes, piercing purple stares up your eyes and he give another gentle smile. You, time and time again, blush at his actions, he’s an attractive man, what can you do about it. Clearing your throat, you took his hair ornament, a cross fleury and braided his front hair with it. At first you don’t understand why he asked for his hair to be braided like so, its eccentric and you remember gathering the little courage you have to ask him.

“Sir Nozel, why do you braid your like so?”. He stared into your eyes through the mirror as he answers.

“Because I am the Head of House Silva”.

You were new at the time, you didn’t understand his meaning as much but now you do. He’s the very and only Head of Silva, he’s the symbol itself, and it’s a way of him saying that he’s very proud to be called a Silva and to be the very image itself. He is the head of Silva and the Captain of Silver Eagle, both a symbol of grace and strength.

Once you finish braiding his bangs you move to the back once again and reach out for the thick hair balm which you use to style the hair on the side of his head. You then comb the stray hair to be put in place and move back to the front to tidy any other strays. Once you finished you smile proudly at your masterpiece of the day.

“I’m done Sir Nozel.” He nodded as he looks at the mirror, checking out his hair and overall look. With another smile, he nodded again and turn around to smile at you. You took his robe and place it on for him, patting down the material while he stares at you, content at the work you have done today.  

Then in the evening, after long, arduous day of missions, handling household affairs and the constant stress as a Captain, he would wait for you in his room yet again, just so he can feel your gentle hands caressing his hair and releasing all the pressure he hold. At times, you would accompany him during his baths, washing his hair and massaging his head and shoulders, those are the days you knew that his day was anything but good. Once Nozel arrived, he called for you to his room.

“I would like a bath today”. You nodded in understanding and went on to the bathroom. You turn on the water, adjusting the cold and hot water using the magic tool. Then you went to the shelf, you pick a lavender smelling oil, a mix of dried lavender flowers and rosemary and a lavender smelling soap. You heard the lavender is a very relaxing scent when you went out the market before and so you bought some of the products and you have waited to introduce the scent to Nozel.

With all the items, you went back to the bath tub. First, you dipped your hand into the water and deem the temperature to be perfect. Then you pour the lavender oil and the herb mixes, dipping your hand again, you move it around to mix it. Once you’re finished you went on and pull the make shift basin for washing Nozel’s hair and pour in the lavender soap.

“What is this amazing smell?”. Your head whipped back and you were greeted with Nozel who’s wearing a bath robe. Your face burns in embarrassment, looking down, you answer him.

“Its lavender scent Sir Nozel, I recently bought it at the market and I thought you would like it”.  You play with your fingers as Nozel chuckles and move to stand in front of you, he then picks up your chin, so you could pay attention to him. You breath hitched in your throat as he smile and says.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, I really like the scent. Later on, tell the butler to buy all these lavender items your have bought so I can use them again.” You nodded as he releases your chin from his hands and walk towards the tub. He took off his robe and went into the tub and with a sigh of contentment.

“The temperature feels amazing, you really do know how to cater to my needs”.

“Thank you, Sir Nozel, I’m happy that it fits your standards. May I wash your hair Sir?”. He nodded as you pull the basin closer to the end of his head. You gently pull his hair and place it inside the basin. You let his hair soak a bit and then gently you dab some water at his hairline to wet it a bit. Nozel was closing his eyes the whole time, his pale skin getting a bit pinkish, possibly due to the water’s temperature. You rub the soap into his hair and gently massage his scalp, which earn you a grunt of satisfaction.

After a while, you change the water of the basin and wash off the soap out of his hair. You then asked him to sit up straight which confuses him.

“Excuse me Sir Nozel”. You place the both of your hand on his bare shoulders as you start your massage at the base of his neck. Your thumb move down to stroke the blades of his shoulder, Nozel’s breath hitched in his throat because that hit the spot, it felt amazing in his opinion. You continue your massage throughout his back, earning you groans and sighs.

“I think I’m done now Sir. I shall call your attendants to dress you up.”

“That was amazing you know. Where did you learn such craft?”. Nozel asked as he wiggles his shoulder, refreshed now that the knots on his back are gone.

“Before I become to maid of the house, I actually work along with my mother as a travelling healer. We learn the crafts of masseuse from a traveling healer as well.”

“Ah, I see, no wonder you’re good with your hands. Thank you for today”. You nodded and thank him, bowing a bit as you move out to call for his attendants.

Nozel, who was still in the tub let his mind wander on you. He was really satisfied of your works and what warms his heart more is the fact that you actually bought the lavender with him in your thoughts. Perhaps, he was grateful to find a gem like yours whom he could share silent comfort and ease just by having your presence around him and your hands working on him.

Or perhaps, there was a flame lit from a single match at the mere thought of you. Hopefully, he’ll learn to know what exactly is you in his life.

[rosze-v]

lost gem of Smith

pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

synopsis: Duke Ackerman is on a mission to regain a lost gem

tags: Duke!Levi , mentions of slavery, mentions of h!man traff!cking, dark themed, auction house, fluff towards the end, it doesn’t have any sexual mentions but I’ll say its NSFW for the theme, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 2.2k

a/n: Hello! this is my submission for Behind the Ballroom collab by @blueparadis and @semisgroupie. Thank you for allowing me to join such amazing collab! I'm very sorry for turning this in pretty much at the end of the deadline but I was quite busy with new years and trying to get my life together. I’m not exactly proud of this since I feel like its rushed, so I'm sorry in advance. All in all, I hope everyone have fun reading this!

Levi, the Duke of Shiganshina is on a mission tonight, a mission to recover a gem he never thought existed in the first place. He could hear the clops of the horses pulling the coach slowing down, indicating that he’s reaching the auction house. He took out the white mask from the pocket of his coat, and angle it perfectly on his face, tightening the ribbons to his liking. He pulled out his pocket watch, glancing at the time; it’s almost midnight. He took a breath in and ran a hand through his slicked back hair, as the door to his coach opens. Levi picked up his cane and walk down the coach, patting his coat to ensure he look ravishing.

He then strides over to the entrance and took out a black envelope, containing a special crest for those who are invited to the auction house. He handed it to a young man wearing a black mask unlike him, and the young man took out the piece of paper and nodded to him, as he gives Levi a numbered piece of paper, indicating his sitting place.

“Welcome good sir, to our auction. May your bidding in this fine midnight, wins”.

Levi gives a curt nod, as his cane clacks matches his footsteps. His eyes wander around the establishment. It looks luxurious enough to entertain the filthy nobles and wealthy people of the country. The flowers were fresh, the food looked bizarre enough for him to understand that the one organising this auction is a figure of delicacy. Levi follows the trail of the red carpet and gave one of the servants his numbered paper, and immediately he was escorted to his spot.

He could see that people are starting to scramble to their seats since the auction is about to start. It begun with the unveiling of the red curtains of the stage, and Levi could instantly see a man standing before a podium, the speaker of the night.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! WELCOME TO THE WHITE SOUL AUCTION!”. The man welcomes the guests with his booming voice, and a dashing grin as the people claps. The auction then started with some rare gems, and though Levi admits that the auction gems are exquisite, there is a certain gem he’s waiting for.

After a few more gems, antiques and peculiar items, the speaker begun to entice the crowd with the ‘real’ items that are to be auctioned.

“Now ladies and gentleman, tonight, we have acquired the finest of luxuries for the usage of our dear patrons. Feast your eyes on our first rarity!”. Somehow the air in the room changes, Levi could feel a sickening bile brewing itself in his stomach. Levi notices the crowd have become much more excited and when the curtain opened, Levi could only gulp down the disgust he’s trying to hide.

“Here we have a young, dainty boy. Though he might seem like high maintenance, but trust us when we say he have the fairest of voices”. On the stage was a young boy, maybe in his 13, his hands cuffed by iron and there was a terrified look on his face. Levi had known how vile and evil the auction will be, yet expectations of maybe these humans around him might have a bit of sympathy were wash down the drain immediately when multiple hands drew up, to start the bidding.

“And sold to number 81!”. This was going to be a long night, Levi thought, as he tries to calm his nerves. After 5 or so slaves, Levi had almost given up on searching for the gem, he almost thinks that maybe it doesn’t really exist.

Then the curtain opened again, and there you are. Your beautiful long hair cascading down your back, reaching your feet, a blank expression on your face. Though you look dishevelled, Levi won’t deny there’s a certain beauty in your being that’s sucking into his soul.

“The lady we have here is indeed a rarity. Her beauty had garnered attention from so many, it took us a great deal of trouble just to attain her. She is a bit feisty but we believe with the right corrections, she will be perfect for you. Now, ladies and gentleman, the bidding starts at a million!”.

Instantly, crowds of hands shoot up and within a minute, your price reached 15 million. Then for the first time, for the night, Levi brough his hand up though with great shame.

“50 Million”. Levi’s voice was loud enough to silence the whole room. So far, you are the highest price item, and Levi was sure that he would win since no one have bid this high yet on a slave.

“60 Million”. Another man voiced his bidding, and Levi recognises the man. Count Ofleigh, the man who he himself thought was a decent man by how philanthropic and upright his views have been, yet of course, one’s identity might be masked the same way they all are now.

“70”.

“80”.

“150 Million”. Gasps and grunts could be heard from the crowd at the price Duke Levi had put out and the Count could only sigh and clicks his tongue, giving up at trying to acquire you. Levi smiled in triumph, his mission for tonight is almost ending, just one last performance.

“one, 150, two, 150, three, 150, and sold to number 25!”. The speaker knocks the hammer on the wooden plate, and suddenly the lights went out.

Everyone was confused yet the speaker assures them that everything is alright. When the lights turn on, the people were greeted with the sight of Duke Levi, at your side and guns along with swords pointing at them. It took them a few seconds to recognise that one, the auction house is under attack and two, the attackers are the servants handing out food, the ‘lords’ and ‘ladies’ that sat beside them as well as the servants helping them out before.

The crowd begin screaming in fear and demanded help, some even starts threatening Levi’s squad, telling them how they are a nobility and shan’t be messed. Levi took a deep breath, and taps his cane on the floor, creating a huge booming sound which captures the attention of the crowd.

“Silence”. Levi uttered as he unsheathes his sword from the cane and cuts the ribbon of his mask, exposing the man behind the chaos. As the eyes of the horde focuses on Levi, they immediately knew how screwed they are.

“By the royal decree of the Queen Historia, I, Levi Ackerman hereby sentenced all of you shits under the code 180.” Code 180 is offense for participating in illegal human trafficking and the punishment for those who are charged won’t be light. After Levi’s announcement, soldiers who were on standby came in to proceed with arresting the people, while another half were to free the slaves and bring into care.

Levi now sure that things will go smoothly, crouched down to your level as he breaks of the chain on your wrists. The more he looks at you, the more he truly wonders if you are Erwin Smith’s sister. You look completely different from him, and there is a certain fragility in you that he has not seen in Erwin.

You were terrified the whole time, though your expression says otherwise, only God knows how much your heart thumps. Then suddenly here you are staring into the man in front of you who’s breaking off your chains. You couldn’t utter any word as Levi called for Mikasa and whispered to her instructions you believe connected to you.

The lady called Mikasa crouched down and places a hand on your shoulder which causes you to flinch. Immediately she retracted her hand and hold out both of her palm, as she said.

“Hello, (y/n). I am Mikasa and I’m going to help you, okay?”.  You were wary of course, but her hands were gentle when she touched you, and you nodded. Mikasa then smiles and pulls you up, sliding her hand on the base of your hips and supported you. Throughout the walk, Mikasa explained how you are saved now and how Duke Ackerman started this mission not only to save you but also to crush the illegal auction house, along with arresting those who are participating. A small smile reaches your lips as you thank the Gods for such kind people. You were so sure that tonight will be the end of your light.

Once you reached the coach, Mikasa and you were immediately transported to Levi’s mansion. Once you have arrived, you were greeted with so many kind faces yet you couldn’t help but search for Levi. You wanted to thank him for saving your life yet you were escorted to a room where a group of lady were waiting.

“Welcome my lady. I am Hainz and these are my helpers for the night”. You nodded and look down. Hainz noticed that you seem to be fidgeting and anxiousness is washing all over your presence. Hainz was going to come forward when you speak.

“When… can I meet the man with the scary eyes?”. Hainz chuckles and told you that Levi would want to meet you once you’ve freshened up. Then Hainz asked for your permission for her to help you with the bath, in which you agree

You were then given a bath with a very nice smelling oil which you later found out is rose oil, Hainz told you that it’s a beautiful flower. After that one of the ladies who’s helping you, her name was Doth, asked if she could trim your hair. You were hesitant at first, but after running your fingers through your hair, you noticed how long it has been, so you agreed. After they bathed you and cut your hair, you were then brought to another room where you were dressed into a soft, light blue gown. After that, you were escorted to a dining room, where Levi has been waiting.

Your eyes lit up in excitement at seeing him, as Levi asks you to sit. You complied and the servant pull out a seat next to Levi as you thank the servant. Once you sat, you waited for Levi to say something yet he was silent, aside from signalling the servants to bring and serve the food. In a few second, you could already smell so many amazing aromas of food you have never eaten before. The huge dining table was immediately filled with various food ranging from meat to vegetables. You could feel your stomach grumbling and your mouth watering at the sight. One of the servants then serve both you and Levi, your own portion of the food.

“Eat”. Levi voice as you nodded and begun eating. You were half way finishing your food when you realized Levi had his eyes on you. Feeling conscious at his intense staring, you suddenly stop eating your food.

“Why did you stop?”. Levi asked with scrunched eyebrows. You glance at him as you poke at your food.

“I think I’m full”. You whispered as Levi clicks his tongue. Levi was going to go off at you when you speak again.

“Thank you for saving me”. Hainz at the back smiled softly at your words, truthfully, she’s already loving you. She thought that it would be hard for you to ease up to them yet you have shown how gentle and polite you have been when they have tended to you. Hainz eyes swept towards Levi whose facial expression showcases something she never would have thought she can see again.

Levi’s scrunched eyebrows, eases up and his whole face softens, his eyes held this tenderness. Without much thought, his hand reaches out to your face and wipes away some sauce at the edge of your lips. Due to the sudden touch, you blush and look down at your lap, shocked at Levi’s sudden kindness. Surprisingly, you noticed that you didn’t flinch and you finally understand. You are safe now.

“Finish your food and I’ll give you some ice cream”. Your eyes lit up at the sound of ice cream and you had miss it so much, as you nodded eagerly. You then remember your brother, Erwin, always sneaking you some ice cream when you were a kid. At the thought of Erwin, you can’t help but feel a pang of sadness. You miss him dearly, and after the separation of your father and mother, your mother had brought you to live with her while Erwin was to stay with your father. You remember you have always exchanged letters yet one day it just stops.

You shake your head at the thought and smile at Levi, as you continue eating your food. A small smile appears on his face.

Levi can’t help but be reminded of Erwin the longer he’s seeing you, Erwin have always love ice cream. He’s not sure how he can break it to you on what happened to Erwin, but for now, he’ll keep his promise to take care of you, and figure it out tomorrow.

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when spring comes again

pairing: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

synopsis: Your Haru, becomes Sanzu.

tw: breaking up, angst, vulnerable sanzu, bonten sanzu, mention of killing, mention of drugs, mention of liquor, mention of blood, just sad sad sanzu :(

w.c: 0.9k

a/n: Halu! Man my emotions are all over the place and I was listening to an Urban Zakapa song called I don’t love you and I was crying as if I have anyone to not love :”D  actually I was writing for Bokutou but somehow the writing felt weird. I'm still going to post it later. I think I need to start making fluff again cause bro I’m pumping out angst like I’m breaking up with someone. ANYWAY! Women’s rights and choices all the way! Fuck those who say otherwise!!!!

“Do you still love me?”.

“Yes, I do.” You said, yet a string in you tugged painfully, another lie on your tongue. You gently brush his pink bangs to the side, thumb lingering on his scars, gently stroking it. Eyes, a sea of blue and green staring directly into you, feeling as if its peering into your soul. Haruchiyo’s lips tremble, as he clasps your hand that was on his cheek and kisses its palm. His eyes close and open, yet now were filled with tears.

“If you do…, why won’t you say I love you?”.

So, he has caught on. You could only stare into his leaking eyes, another string tugged, very painfully. You gulped, trying to think on why. Do you love him anymore? Not really, but why? That’s the thing, you don’t really know why.

“I'm sorry Haru…”.

“Are you going to leave me?”. You pulled the hand he clasped to your lap as you look down. Wondering on how you’re suppose to answer him.

It was indeed bizarre, when you have realised you stopped loving him. It was sudden, cold and lonely, yet you can’t find it in you to leave him. Haru is a broken person, pieces of his heart litter around his feet and yet half of it is in your hand.

Haru didn’t do anything wrong particularly. It was just you can’t keep up with him as he can’t stay down with you. He’s always so full of life at the wrong things, fighting till his lips bust open, revving up his motorcycle engines on the road and that was when he was younger and a bit more innocent.

Yet now you can’t find even a speck of the innocence in him, not even a petal of the man you used to love. Drugs is a staple for him, he said it boggles up his mind so he doesn’t need to think. Liquor burns his throat every night, just so he can forget about the things he has done. The worst is the blood on his hands, the fact that your once glowing ray of light become this killing machine was devastating.

You thought you could handle him, handle him at his worst, yet the one at their worst is you. When was the last time the both of you have a time of your own, just maybe spending time to go to a café or even watch Netflix together? When was the last time you actually have a good and long conversation with him about his day, your day? Though the worst is the feeling of not being able to stop him from doing all this.

The guilt gnaws into your mind, leaving you trembling and scared at your own thoughts. You have loved Haru all your life yet this is not your love anymore, it’s not Haru anymore.

But nothing hurts more than looking at the glimpses of Haru in the eyes of the man in front of you right now. You could see the eyes, wet from tears that look like Haru. You could feel the tapping of Haru’s finger on your hand, three times, an indication of I love you. With a sob, your shoulder trembles slowly as tears run free on your cheeks.

“ I love you so much Haru… I truly do… but where is my Haru?”. Your hands gripped at his shirt as he sobs, shaking his head gently.

“I'm still here (y/n), please… I'm still here…”.

“No. You’re not Haru anymore. I… I told you to stop… stop before I lose Haru and yet you let it happen.” You pull away from him, standing up to leave when he quickly hugged you from behind, trapping you in his arms, his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry but I can’t help it, the drugs, the killing is my life now…”. He spins you around to face him as he gripped your shoulder, a craze look of desperation on his face.

“But I’m still me! I’m still your Haru!”. You look into his eyes again, trying to find any of Haru but it was apparent, he’s gone. You shook your head as you pull away from him.

“If you… if you truly love me, let me go. Let me go and let me live.”

“NO! If you love me, you’ll stay! You promised! I know I’m not who I used to be but there’s nothing I can do about it!”.

“I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!! I… don’t … love you anymore Sanzu.” His eyes widen, completely baffled at your words. Never in a million years he would have thought those words would fall from your lips because he knew how much you love him. In a deeper, darker part of him understand for so long already why you don’t love him anymore, no, it was Sanzu you don’t love anymore.

He understands it so much yet its so hard to let go the only place of love for him. The place where he can return to and feel slightly normal. Yet its unfair to you, to you who remain in love and light to be tainted by the blood red he is.

And so, its okay. He’ll let you leave because he loves you so much, he loves you so much that he’s willing to swim the red all alone. Maybe one day, when Haru comes again, he’ll come for you again, like he did during the spring of your childhood.

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the risk i'm taking

pairing: Haitani Ran x Gn Reader

synopsis: You were curious about clubs. Part 2

tw: alcohol, clubs, sussy Ran but no worries, fluff, soft ran, long live soft ran

w.c : 2.6k

a/n:  Halu! I think its pretty clear now that I'm heavily inspired by music and so this came out after listening to Shayne Orok’s Renegade Japanese version! It gives late night drives vibes y’know. Also, I’ve finished World Trigger and omg, its so good, it was a bit slow but still, good. Anyway! I hope you guys like it, I honestly am not sure on how to react on this piece cause I tried writing it a bit differently. I also tried inserting comedic expressions and I'm not sure if I executed it well. Also, thank you so much for all those who have read my other writings! It made me so happy knowing that so many people have seen it.

The sound of clinking glasses and the smell of sweaty body were overloading into your brain. You told yourself that you wanted to know how it felt to go to a club, to experience the night life or so you say, but really you were just a curious introvert who read too much fanfics on mafia and bad boys.

So here you are, at a club somewhere in Roppongi, your dear friend has brought you. The face of disbelief and slow excitement was still fresh in your mind when you asked your friend, Haruki about it.

“so, I am curious”. Haruki’s eyebrow perked at your statement as she gestures her head up.

“about clubs. You know the ones you always told me about”. She gasps at your question, dramatically and slowly bringing her hands to her mouth.

“you’re asking me about clubs? You? The one who buries their nose in books?”. She fakes wiping a tear as she continues. You rolled your eyes, cheeks getting hot as you proceed to turn your body around but Haruki’s hand stops you.

“so you want to go to a club?”. You nodded, hesitantly and somehow deep in your heart, you believe this will lead to unexpected endings.

So here you are, wearing clothing you never thought you would wear and honestly, you feel the hottest you’ve ever felt. Haruki helped you choose your clothing and help you fix up your appearance a bit, giving suggestions here and there. Haruki told you minutes before that she was going to meet up with some friend first and then will come back to you, so you were left here, at the bar, drinking freaking orange juice.

Oh no don’t misunderstand, its not that its your first time drinking, its just that you’re a very light drinker. You remember the first time Haruki gave you booze and boy were you embarrassing. You shuddered at the memories but continue to drink your little orange juice. Your eyes scanning around the crowd, and you thought, its not really as exciting as the books have described. The music was so loud and the bass was enough to keep your body buzzing. The smell of alcohol was thick but indeed, there were a lot of attractive people.

Your eyes fell upon lilac hair, his eyes boring into the distance, legs propped wide while a girl was next to her, trying to give him drinks. Clearly the man doesn’t care and you were going to glance over him when his eyes caught yours. Realizing that he’s watching you, you quickly turn around to face the bar and held your orange juice, sipping it a bit.

Well, aren’t you a shy one suddenly? A mere glance from a man, a hot man and here you are jittery and shit. Now your head is glossing over texts over texts from the mafia stories you’ve read, all about the awkward main character going into bars for the first time and then catching the attention of some mafia lord. Nah, that can’t be happening to you.

And it did. Your shoulder was tapped and immediately you turn around, a scowl in your face, ready to bombard Haruki with questions. The Haruki in question is not actually her, but the lilac haired guy you were eyeing before. From up close, you can see how extra hot he is. His eyes were a brilliant lilac, long eyelashes, and that tattoo on his neck, somehow beautifully complimenting his looks.

“y-yes?”. He smirked as he sits down beside you, ordering two tequilas, after that he turned back to you.

“so, what’s a sweet little thing like you doing here”. Classic.

“I was just curious”. You muttered nonchalantly, as your eyes flutter at him.

“curious of what?”. He asked, as he push the tequila he ordered before to you.

“of clubs.”. you pushed back the tequila, his eyebrows perked at your action, you then explain.

“I don’t drink, or I will embarrass myself enough to jump off a building, so yeah no alcohol for me.” He chuckles as he pushes the drink back to you.

“Well, if you’re curious about clubs, drinks are one of its essentials you know, now drink up sweets.” You squint your eyes at him, challenging him, but his grin widens at your action.

“okay, how about I’ll show you something fun?”.

“you know, usually in this kind of situation, the drink is probably drugged up, and then… well never mind, or you’re actually a nice person”. You voiced out your concern as he laughs out loud.

“you’re really funny you know. I never thought I’ll meet someone who acts like this upon meeting me.” Upon meeting you? Whatever it is he’s implying, you still are quite wary. Without warning, he chugged up the tequila and asked the bartender to make you a new one, in front of you this time. You were baffled at his action and once the bartender was done, he places the tequila in front of you. You look at the tequila and then at the lilac haired man, as he gestures for you to go on.

Well, honestly, what could go wrong? Man’s was nice enough to give you tequila twice and so you closed your eyes and drink up, finishing with a soft sigh. Yeah, shit was good you thought. The man claps his hands softly as he gives you a thumbs up. You smile at him, somewhat happy at the possibility of making him proud.

“okay I drank your tequila, where’s my fun?”. He chuckles as he stood up and held out his hand. He gives you a serious look as he asks.

“do you trust me?”. Usually in this kind of scene, you don’t trust them but you took his hand and nodded.

“well if anything goes wrong, I’ll either die or you’re going to jail, so fuck it.” He nods and pull you out of the club, his hand lock into yours while he guides you to his car, a freaking Lamborghini, you know the ones without roofs, the one rich people rides. Yeah, that lambo. Now you’re freaking out inside because holy shit, who would have thought you’re speaking with a rich man. Though now that you think back, he looks expensive so, with a shrug at the thought, you are standing in front of the Lambo.

The man, who’s name you still haven’t gotten, opens the door for you and with a hand on your back, he ushers you in. Once he’s inside, you popped him a question.

“You know I think its about time I get your name.” He was starting the car when you asked the question, his head slowly turn to you with a shock look. He stares into your eyes for awhile and then shrugs.

”Ran. Haitani Ran.”. He said, eyeing you as if trying to gouge a reaction out of you.

“Ran.” You mutters the name, as you smile, finally getting to know the lilac haired guy, Ran.

“(y/n), its very nice to meet you Ran.”

“I thought we have established that”. He said as he pulls out the car in a reverse and drive through the streets of Roppongi. Your eyes glaze over the myriads of people, the colorful lights on the tall building and the starless sky. Excitement bubbles in you, as you feel the cool air whipping through your cheeks.

“its so pretty at night”. You whispered, Ran heard you and couldn’t help but smile at your wondrous eyes.

“your first time out at night?”. You nodded as you face him.

“I don’t go out much and my guardians were pretty strict so… yeah its my first time really. My first time of a lot of things tonight.”

“The club too?”. He asked, swerving the car to the right, going into a quiet lane.

“Yeah the club too. But I don’t like it though, the club. Its so loud and dark. Its too much for me I guess…”. He was silent for a while, you chose to look up the sky, you can finally see the stars, albeit a little.

“where are you bringing me? A place to plan my murder?”. You said jokingly as he laughs at your poor attempt of poking fun. “if I were to murder you, my dear (y/n), it would have been done before you could even think of it. So no, its not the place for your murder.”

You squinted your eyes at him, poking at his shoulder repeatedly. “That’s very scary Sir Haitani.” He laughs again, louder than before, glancing slightly at you with a smirk.

Goddamn he’s hot as fuck, thank you Haruki.

Throughout the ride, the both of you question each other, on your favourite food, his favourite song, on your favourite color, and his favourite time of the day. Surprisingly, the both of you share little to no resemblance each other, and here you thought you were living your Wattpad dreams. He likes the color purple­— which was pretty obvious, while you like the color blue. You like Lana del Rey, he likes Chase Atlantic, there was no similarity, aside from the fact that the both of you share the same sky, and breath the same air.

Yet despite the differences, you feel calm and giddy around him, anticipations running through your heart at this man. You were lost in staring at his beautiful jawline when he stops the car, eyes, once again on you. He smiles gently at you, as he stood out of his seat and went over to yours, opening it and guiding you out of the car again. You gladly took his hand as he leads you forward, and in front of you were Roppongi.

You were on top of a hill, overlooking Roppongi, the scattering lights and the small bustling of cars could be seen. The scene was breathtaking as you laugh out loud and turn around to face Ran who was already looking at you. He has witnessed the puzzled look on your face, as it turns into a happy realization of what you’re actually seeing. He has seen how your lips curled up into an innocent smile and later to a happy grin. Ran could feel his heart beating, could hear it in his ears and he felt like a teenager once again. A teenager who learn the beauty and excitement of love and new beginnings.

“do you like it?”. Ran asked, nervous drenched in his words despite already seen how you reacted. He is still worried that you don’t share the same sentiment as he do.

“I love it Ran! This is such a beautiful scenery!I never thought Roppongi could be so … shiny and tiny”. You expressed as your hands went up in the air, gesturing how beautiful it is. You give him a wide smile as you squeeze his hand that was still holding yours.

“thanks Ran. I really appreciate the fun you’re showing me.” He chuckles, ruffling your hair at how cute you are. He then went back to the car and brought out a folding hammock, as he sat down at one end. He pats the sit next to him, telling you to sit down which you did. The both of you then share a silence, admiring the scene, admiring the presence of each other.

It was Ran who broke the silence first. “this is my fav spot you know. I never shown it to anyone before.” You turned around to face him this time, his gaze still straight at the scenery in front.

“so why did you show me?”. He shrugs as he replies.

“I don’t know, besides, I promised you fun right? And its fun, right?”. Ran gave you his attention now as you nodded. “Its very fun, the car, Roppongi at night, the hill, you.”

You could feel Ran’s thumb tracing circles on your knuckles as you lay your head on his shoulder. You were not really sure the ordeal you are in. Its such a weird experience, to suddenly meet a man, ride in his car, and now laying your head on his shoulder, everything was so unordinary yet it felt right. It felt like this was supposed to happen, tonight was going to be his and yours.

The warmth of Ran’s body, entangling with yours was just so right. The way he can hear your breath and the sounds of crickets accompanying the both of you. Ran himself were not sure what’s in the air, it felt pleasant. It has been a long time since he felt this calm and comfortable. He was really not thinking when he approached you, he thought you were hot and interesting so he approached you with bedding you in his mind. Yet the way you reacted to him, your way with words, the fact that you don’t know him and now he can’t get over the fact that someone like you exist. Someone who sees him not as a killing machine, a tool, a Bonten executive but as Haitani Ran.

He felt honored, touched even at you, because finally, after so long, he can breathe easy and not suffocate at the thoughts and title he bears. After a while, relishing in each other’s presence and watching the beautiful Roppongi, the both of you decides that its time to go back. You gave him your address as he drives you away to your apartment, again talking about the most random things. You noticed how easy it is to talk with him and how easily he flows with the topics you bring up.

Once you arrived, you finally realized how empty, yet warm your hands are. A pang of sadness settles in your chest, bubbling at the thought that you’ll never be able to meet Ran again. You sigh as your hand reaches for the door when Ran hand grabs yours. You look up at him, his eyes swarm with evident sadness and you give him a soft smile with a squeeze of his hand.

“ Can I… Will you… um”. He was stumbling around his words as you smile at him a bit wider, encouraging him. He took a deep breath and he bit his lip, contemplating on the right words. Who would of thought that the Haitani Ran would be stuttering over someone he just met.

“Can I pick up you tomorrow? For lunch?”. You chuckle at him as you place your hand on his cheek, in which he leans into. You were grinning now as you nodded. “Of course Ran, it would be my pleasure.” He was beaming, overjoyed at your acceptance which he thought was going to be rejection. Ran pull up your hand to his lips and kiss it, making you blush at the gesture.

You exit his car, numbers exchanged and with fond goodbyes and goodnights, the both of you went your separates way. You were overjoyed, your stomach is filled with every goddamn animal there is. You went into your shared apartment and upon entering, you were hurled questions over questions.

“where were you!! I was so worried, holy fuck, I almost called the goddamn police!”. Haruki was slapping your body as she continues.

“I keep on calling and texting and you didn’t reply to me! I thought someone have kidnapped your stupid ass!”. You then explain to her what happened and the worried and angry look she gave you before were replace with a gleeful look and a screech.

“So who’s the guy?”.

“I don’t know, some Ran… Haitani Ran I think.” Haruki was quiet all of a sudden, her face gone pale at the mention of his name.

“Do you know who that is?”. You shrugged, brushing through your hair as she tapped around her phone and then show you. Your mouth slacked open at the revelation of who Ran is and suddenly it all makes sense. Hikaru voiced out her worries and you honestly were worried again, because he was the goddamn mafia lord you thought you were not meeting.

You gave it some thought and come into conclusion that it doesn’t really matter. You know who you met, and whatever it was between the both of, it was happiness, calmness and realness. It’s okay if Haitani is some crazy ass gangster, you met Ran and you’re going to meet him again tomorrow. To hell with it, Ran is the risk you’re going to take.

[rosze-v]

the gazebo by the lake

pairing: Hanma Shuji x Reader

synopsis: by the lake, your stalker and Hanma Shuji’s potential victim

tag : Fluff, Mention of offing someone, I mean its Hanma bro, he’s a literal trigger warning, but Hanma is cute here, NOT PROOF READ

w.c : 1.3k

a/n: Hello, this is a collab for Heaven and Hell by @benkeibear . I hope you enjoy it and I’m very sorry for turning it in so late, but it needed to be done since the deadline is today. I hope you have an amazing new year! Thank you for reading.

Have you ever felt the sensation of having long limbs wrapping itself around your body, while your ears are alarmingly, deafening from the owner of said long limbs, excited screams? You were peacefully making your way to your usual hangout spot with Hanma Shuji, the weather felt nice and the bird’s chirps sounded happier, yet from a far, you could already see the abomination that is Hanma.

Hanma was getting bored waiting for you and he misses you so much, he’s literally bouncing on his feet waiting for you. So, when he saw your silhouette, his body moved first before his brain works, and so here he is, running full speed at you with the biggest grin known to the world. You knew what’s going to happen, this bitch has done it before and you’re ready, maybe.

You stopped in your tracks; legs stretch to the side for better balance as you put down your tote bag. Then within few seconds, the flurry of limbs attached itself with a jump onto your body as Hanma screams.

“WHY ARE YOU SO LATEEEEE”.

“I caught the wrong bus Hanma, I’m sorry”. You could already see the pout forming on his lips as you pat his head, and asked him to get down cause he’s heavy.

And of course, you were right, Hanma’s bottom lip jutted out while he looks down at you with eyes that’s saying ‘its not fair’.

“That’s why I told you I’ll pick you up”.

“I didn’t know that I would get it wrong! Now, now, let’s go”. You calm him down, take your bag and pull his hand to your destination. The little hangout spots the both of you have was just a gazebo by a lake, where you met Hanma for the first time. You could remember the dread in your stomach when you saw a bloodied man walking over to the gazebo and plopping himself at the seat next to you. You remember gulping your saliva and every fear you have, and asked him whether he want to have some water. Then somehow, Hanma whose face was blank turns to shock at the fact that you’re there. From there, the beautiful friendship the both of you have blossoms and leads to the odd pair of knuckles and blood, and you the studious and flowers.

Once the both of you settles down, you pull out some snacks and drinks, then begun the catching up sesh between the both of you.

“So, how’s the gang? How’s Kisaki?”. You asked while munching on some pocky sticks.

“We’re doing okay, sometimes we can’t really meet Mikey but Kisaki is handling everything well. Sometimes it gets boring though”. Hanma shrugs, trying to snatch the pocky in your hand, as you slap his hand away with a scrunched face.

“The fuck Hanma, get your own stick man!”. Hanma rolls his eyes as he snatches the whole pocky pack, giggling at your expression of disbelief.

“What about you? How’s life?”.

“Meh it was okay, just works sometimes gets tiring you know. Especially with my crazy ass boss. Then you know, I’ve been getting this creepy voice notes from an unknown number”. Hanma’s eyebrow perks up at your confession as he straightens his back. You could sense Hanma getting curious and you wanted to slap yourself for uttering those words. It was supposed to be a secret since you, frankly, don’t want to see another incident of Hanma coming over to your house with blood in his hands, literally after killing your abusive ex-boyfriend.

You were going to change the topic when Hanma cuts you off.

“No, no, tell me about this”.

“But-”

“No buts, get on with it”.

You sighed and nodded as you begin your story.

“I think it started a month ago, I received these voice notes from someone, but when I listen to it, it was only the sound of someone breathing…”. You could see Hanma clenching his jaw and balling his fist as you then explain that you’ve blocked the person, and even change your number, but still, you receive all the weird voice notes. You confessed that it terrifies you and so you tried telling the police, but still the police couldn’t do anything about it.

“Fuck them, fuck they mean they can’t do shit?!”. Hanma said as he stood up, pacing himself and trying to calm down. You’re getting worried that Hanma might blow his fuse and so you shut up.

“Well then, does that fucker still send you those voice notes?”. Hanma was expecting you to nod with a terrified look on your face but instead a smile graces your features.

“I told him to fuck off”. You said with all your chest as you give Hanma a grin. You could see the confusion washing over his face as you continue.

“I was so frustrated that I gave him a gift”. You then took out your phone and beckon him to come over to your side, in which he did and then peeks at your phone. There he saw a chat between you and the stalker. He was expecting everything but that. There he saw you sending the stalker ‘satanic’ pictures, and then a voice note at the end. You play the voice note and there he could hear whisper of words that sounded scary. It took him some time to process and the biggest laughter burst from Hanma. You of course, laugh along with him, slapping his back.

“You really blew my mind!!”. Hanma snorted and you immediately folded, mouth open and body shaking yet no laughter came out. He didn’t expect that your term of ‘telling someone to fuck off’ is sending them satanic pictures and sounds. It was bizarre, but it worked. After some time laughing, the both of you could finally sigh a breath of relief.

“But you know from all that, I guess the stalker don’t really ‘love’ you as much as he thinks he does”. Your face scrunched up in confusion as you stare at him.

“I mean, you could send me a voice recording of you saying how you hate me and i’d still listen to it all day.”

“That’s a weird way of confessing Hanma”. You said, chuckling but Hanma’s face is dead serious.

“You’re… are you for real?”. Who would have thought that after laughing your top off, you would be entertaining the fact that THE Hanma is actually into you. So you waited for his explanation.

He nodded and finally speaks up.

“I mean, its kinda obvious I have some feelings for you know”.

“I… well…”.

“Kisaki told me that he noticed that I hold you in a special space or whatever”. Hanma gestures with his two fingers while avoiding your eyes.

After that it was silence as you try to figure out how to come forward to him. A few minutes pass and Hanma could feel his stomach sinking by the minute. He was going to tell you to forget it but you cut him off.

“Well, Kisaki should have said that I like you too”.

Hanma whose head hung low before, quickly perks up like a dog hearing his owner coming back home. The gloominess before quickly turns into excitement as he scoots closer to you and went on to held your hands in his.

“Are you for real now? You actually like me?”.

“I did tell Kisaki about it but he told me to wait for you to be the one who speaks about it”. You said shrugging at Hanma. Hanma squints his eyes and bit his lips as he angrily says.

“That fucking bitch…”. You could only chuckle as another awkward silence ensues. Hanma was rubbing your knuckles when he finally breaks the silence.

“So what are we now?...”.

“Well, what do you want us to be?”.

“Well, I want you to be mine”. You look up and your eyes met him, and you didn’t expect him to be staring into you with look full of fondness. A smile slowly reaches his eyes as he squeezes your hands, waiting for your answer.

“Then, Hanma, I'm yours”.

[rosze-v]

crawling back to you

pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

synopsis: Gojo makes it clear that he’s too busy to fall for someone new.

tw: singer!Gojo, curse words, a bit of angst, fluff, Gojo’s personal delulu, lowkey toxic Gojo, kissing, Gojo is so hot urgh

w.c : 3.5k

a/n: Halu! I was listening to Do I Wanna Know last night and I can’t stop thinking of Gojo sweaty and singing urghhh. I didn’t expect it to get so long but I got too into detail. Anyway! I hope you guys like it!

Being the partner of Gojo Satoru is not an easy feat for anyone. Especially now that he’s a very popular singer with millions of fans, it definitely become an achievement. Though Gojo Satoru’s popularity is not without reasons, the man has everything in his hands; be it looks, talents, and even charisma. Artists around the world praises his band first debut music video, where it started off with a blindfolded Gojo, giving a very mysterious feel towards his character. Yet by the end of the music video, Gojo seductively slips off his blindfold showing his striking sky-blue eyes. The debut was also a success because Gojo’s voice was the perfect raspy and whiny combination which is rare in the industry. So, being his partner is never easy, though if you were honest, even before he debuted, Gojo have always been popular. He knows how to talk with people, so easygoing and cheerful, everyone truly adores Gojo.

But it’s so hard when it’s one of those days where your insecurities got the best of you. You didn’t really care how busy Gojo is, that at some point, you guys won’t even be able to meet each other for weeks. You are as busy as he is too sometimes, being a popular, and upcoming author yourself, people have demand sequels from your books so you are always busy with your own writing. Though what really sets off your insecurities are when you noticed how physical Gojo can be with his fans. It’s no problem if its handshakes and slight hugs, but you have noticed Gojo interacting a bit longer on this one fan of his.

This fan of his, Asano, has been one of his most supportive fans, even during Gojo’s pre-debut marketing, she had always been the one to truly support him. Every concert, every fan meeting, she has always been there. At first you didn’t really care, in fact, you’re happy that Gojo has a very supportive fan but you’re not the only who’s happy. You have heard Gojo talking about her on and on, that at this point, you truly wonder if Gojo Is probably into her.

Gojo spoke about how she’s so loyal to him and how kind she is to him and you agreed. Then he told you how happy he felt the first time the both of them met and again, you were happy for him too. Though you realized recently, how Gojo hugged Asano a bit longer, even rubbing her back and smiling widely. You saw the picture the both of you took, Gojo, cheek to cheek with her, and looking as happy as ever. You dismissed it but the fire of jealousy was burning fast in your chest. The last straw was when Asano posted a picture of her bra and then the next picture was Gojo holding it while laughing on the stage.

“Satoru what the fuck is this?”. Gojo who have just arrived in the hotel room the both of you shared, looked at you with an annoyed expression. He was so tired, the lights that night was too blinding and hot, he wants nothing more but a good shower and a sleep.

“What do you mean?”. He asked, walking closer to you and looking at the picture you’re showing him from your phone. Your scowl only got deeper when Gojo smirked and chuckles, turning around to take off his shirt as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“Oh that. Some girl threw her bra at the stage and I thought that was funny. Why?”.

“Do you even know whose bra that is?”. Your voice was getting higher, the tension thick in the air. Gojo turned around and shake his head no.

“It’s your most beloved fan, Asano. Isn’t she a sweetheart for giving you a fucking bra?” Gojo’s brow scrunched at your remark and he genuinely don’t understand why you’re so angry. He’s tired and sweaty, and very annoyed yet you’re here pouncing on him the moment he came in without even a giving him some time to settle in. Usually when it comes to fights between the both of you, Gojo is the calmer one but he can’t be calm now.

Gojo’s blue eyes stare at you straight as he speaks. “Well damn she have good taste then.” You gasp, not believing your ears, not believing that Gojo implies he likes Asano’s bra.

“What the fuck Satoru? So, you’re saying you like her goddamn bra?”. Your pitch increased along with ugly anger and jealousy you’re feeling.

“What? I didn’t say that! I said she have good taste because her bra was nice, where the fuck did you get that?”. Gojo’s voice was getting louder to as he started to trudge forward to you.

“Do you even hear yourself Satoru? Can’t you hear how your stupid statement sound? It definitely sounds like you like her fucking bra. Maybe the next time she might as well give you a fucking condom, and you’ll go and fuck her!”.

“I might as well when you’re being such a bitch over a goddamn bra!”. You’re silent now. He’s admitting it right? That he wants to fuck her? Or maybe it’s just your brain making you believe that his words are truths and these ugly truths were his wishes all along. You’re not even sure anymore, all you can think of is the fact that he’s admitting it.

“For fuck’s sake (y/n)! I'm so fucking tired and you’re bitching about some fucking bra. Like you could of maybe say hello first? Give me some time first? Speak like a decent human being? But no, you’re screaming your head off the moment you saw me!”. You were trying your best to hold your tears in, biting your lips and clenching your fist as Gojo walk over to the bathroom.

“If I fucking knew you were gonna act like this, I shouldn’t have brought you. You’re just giving me extra headaches.” Gojo muttered under his breath but the room was quiet enough for you to hear him. Gojo slammed the bathroom door and after a few rustling sounds, the shower could be heard.

You stood there, replaying the fight you just had with Gojo, replaying the fact Gojo admitted that he likes her bra, wouldn’t mind fucking her just because you’re bitching, and implying that you’re fucking useless. Your head spins as you went over the bar counter and pour yourself a drink.

You could feel so many emotions and it’s too overwhelming, your brain is creating all these “what ifs” and fake scenarios. It’s not the first time you fought with Gojo because you’re jealous, and he always assures you that everything is alright, and he shows that there’s nothing to be jealous of. You’re now laying down on the sofa outside of the bedroom, eyes wide and chest tightening. You could feel your breath getting shallow, and the aching trembles all over your body. The tears you had kept in as best as you could before had flow non-stop. So you lay there, waiting for Gojo to come over and told you that he didn’t mean any of those words, and that he loves you and cares for you. That you’re the only one and Asano is just a fan.

But he finished his shower, put on some pants and went straight to sleep, leaving you outside, cold and with your own twisted thoughts.

The morning comes, your eyes were puffy and red from your crying last night, you could barely get any sleep with how much you overthink last night. You stood up from the couch and with a heavy heart, you walk into the bedroom. You really just want to take a bath and have some time for yourself. As you were making your way to the bathroom, Gojo came out with a towel hung low on his waist. If the both of you didn’t have that fight last night and if you weren’t feeling disgusted by him right now, the both of you would be taking another shower together.

But of course, Gojo simply stare at you for a few second and walk past you, his anger from last night was still there. Your lips tremble at the thought that maybe Gojo hates you now and you have to book a flight home soon but before your overthinking could get any worse, Gojo speaks.

“Your ticket is by the vanity. Come if you want to come.” You could only nod and slip into the bathroom since you don’t trust your own voice now.

Gojo lips curl down at your action. He understands that what he may have said last night was a bit too much but his ego is clouding his head. Gojo upon seeing you come in while rubbing your arms felt a tinge of guilt at the fact that he let you sleep at the couch. The guilt gnaws on him because he knows you’re prone to cold and he’s an asshole who won’t just apologize. He shakes his head and put on his attire to go to his rehearsal before the concert tonight.

—

The evening comes while you stay glued to the bed, not having any energy to do anything. The incident last night kept on playing in your head and you just can’t stop thinking about it. You toss to the left and saw the vanity as you remembered Gojo telling you to come to his concert. You have actually promised to come to this concert because Gojo told you this one is so much bigger than before, and he also sold out the tickets. You contemplate for a bit, whether you should go or not but you promised him.

So, with a sigh and a stretch, you went back to the bathroom to wash your face. You then pick out some attire and freshen up your looks. You at least want to look decent and not half dead at his concert.

Upon arriving at the venue, people were bustling around, all from different ages, gender, races, everyone came. You smiled to yourself because you remember Gojo telling you that one day everyone from everywhere will come and listen to my music, he said. You’re truly proud of him but your smile falters when you saw that girl, Asano. She was lining up at the VIP section; which is the front row of the concert. You also lined up at the same line, since your placing will be front row too.

Turns out your placing was directly in front of Gojo, and that girl Asano is just next to you. You could feel your anger seeping through your skin but you try to calm down. When Gojo came into the stage, he screamed out a hello and hundreds of voices scream back. You watch Gojo who was talking to his band at the back. His band consist of Kugisaki Nobara as the drummer, Itadori Yuuji as the bassist and Fushiguro Megumi as their guitarist. You know those kids, they were Gojo’s juniors and somehow, they decided to form a band together. They’re popular too since each of them have their own charms, but truly on the stage, Gojo shine like the brilliant gem he is.

Before Gojo starts, he gives out some words of gratitude to his fans and everyone who is involve in his concert. The moment the music starts, you feel as if you went back in time. As Gojo sang, you were reminiscing of the time when you both were still young. You remember meeting him at your university, remember flirting with him, and all those dates. You remember the night Gojo sang to you, when you realize that he’s going to be successful. You remember holding onto Gojo who was crying because the doctor found something in his throat. You remember the sigh of relief when it was actually nothing. You remember the nights you spend with him, breathless and truly, gloriously in love. You remember his first concert after debuting, and all the successes and falls the both of you share. You were there, in each step.

Your eyes well up because you remembered everything, and how much you love this man. Your heart squeezed in pain at the thought that maybe, after last night, this will be the last time you’ll watch him so up close. Your eyes never left him throughout the concert, you could catch his glances at times, relishing in the moment.

After a few songs, the band went into rest time, to let them drink some water, and rest their hands. In the meantime, someone from Gojo’s team pull out a chair for Gojo to seat as they began with a surprise Question and Answer from the fans. The fans of course screamed out at this, eager to be chosen, so they can ask questions.

“Okay ticket number 26, can you please ask your question.” Gojo asked. The girl from ticket number 26 were screaming out loud when she heard she was chosen. After calming herself down, she asked a question on what kind of person are Gojo into.

Gojo nodded as he answers. “That’s a nice question! For me, someone who can express their emotions well, someone who will always support me no matter what, it would be a bonus if they’re a writer.” Gojo said, looking straight at you with a smirk on his face. You were panicking inside, because your relationship with Gojo is not yet known, and he might reveal it accidentally by looking at you.

“You see, what I like about writers is that, if they love you, you will never die. They will write you poems over poems, stories over stories.” Gojo said, his voice low, eyes never leaving you went he said those words. Once he was done, he thanks the fan who asked the question. You could feel your face warming at the ‘public’ confession he just made. Gojo really do know how to make you flustered.

After that he answer several other questions, like what skincare are you using, what book do you like to read, and finally, it was time to wrap it up with a last question.

“If you could sing a song that describes your current situation right now, what would it be?”. That was a pretty lengthy question. You wonder, what kind of song Gojo would sing. Your heart quickens at the thought of Gojo singing a break up song. You could hear Gojo hums to himself, you didn’t want to see his face as he sings a song that will probably break your whole being.

Crawlin’ back to you.

Your head snapped up, eyes wide and you were met with a Gojo who’s staring at you, looking down at you, his eyes narrow, fluttering under his lashes. He was sitting with his legs open wide, an arm loosely in front of him. You sucked in your breath as he continues.

Ever thought of callin' when

You've had a few?

'Cause I always do

Fushiguro plucks his guitar string to the song Gojo’s singing, as Gojo smile at him. The crowd was going crazy, but what they don’t realize is the scene unfolding in front of you, rather, unfolding for you. Gojo then turn his attention back to you, but now instead of his eyes wide open, he brought his body front, his elbows holding onto his knees as he continues.

Maybe I'm too,

Busy bein' yours

To fall for somebody new

Now, I've thought it through,

Crawlin' back to you.

You were grinning wide, tongue on your cheeks as you feel your body heat up at Gojo’s definite ‘public’ confession. You bit your lip, winking at him as he smirked at you. Your head clouding with excitement and lust because your boyfriend is so fucking hot. Gojo then stood up and continue with his concert. You were of course, still in cloud 9, the fact that only you understand what his words meant, and the fact that he had assured you in front of hundreds of people albeit, secretly was enough to make all the negative feelings pass.

What you fail to realize is the girl beside you, the very girl that was the cause of your fight with Gojo have seen it all. She had seen the way Gojo’s eyes settles on you the whole song, as if confessing his undying love to you. She had seen the way smile and winked at him, as if the both of you are secret lovers. Asano pushed it to the back of her mind, there was no way. Gojo is hers, Gojo have shown her time and time again but sadly, Asano is nothing but a delusional fan who thought she had a chance.

Once the concert ended, you arrived at the hotel earlier than he does since Gojo would be taking some time to talk with his team. You decided to take a shower since your body is sticky from the concert, after that, you rummaged around the closet, and saw Gojo’s shirt, you put it on and freshen up your looks, making sure to look neat. After an hour or so, you heard the door opens and you pad away to greet Gojo.

Instead, you were surprised with a bouquet of flower, a box of pizza and a box of your favorite cake. Gojo smiled, though you can see a tired look on his face. You give him a smile too, and went up to him as he offers you the flowers.

“This is for my baby.” He said, and then he gave you the food and continue. “This is for my baby and I, because I am starving, let’s go eat.” You nodded as you took the food from him and place it on the coffee table.

“You’re not going to take a shower Toru?”. You asked while taking out two cans of Coke and bringing it to a sitting Gojo on the couch.

“Nah, I showered before I come, I want to spend some time with you now.” Gojo said as he pulls you into his lap. The both of you hugs each other, relishing on the feeling of each other’s skin, listening into each other quickening heartbeat.

“I’m sorry for saying all those awful things to you last night…”. Gojo speaks as you unlatch yourself from him and shakes your head.

“No, I’m sorry, I should have communicated with you better. I’m sorry Toru for getting jealous.”

“No baby… it’s okay to be jealous and now that I have a clearer mind, I do realize how weird Asano is. But truly my love, I saw her as nothing but a supportive fan and that’s all.” You smirked as you pinch his cheek.

“Well, am I not your supportive fan too?”. He grinned, squeezing your cheeks in his hands as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“No, you’re my everything. My number 1 fan, my only lover, my baby. I’m grateful for them but I don’t think I would be here without your love and support, (y/n).” You nodded, giving him a smile as you rubbed his cheek with your thumb. Your eyes darting back and forth from his eyes to his lips, and your breath hitching once in a while. You could feel Gojo’s hand slipping inside your shirt, rubbing your waist. Gojo presses his forehead to yours, breathing getting thin as the both of you tries to fight the urge to kiss each other. Before you know it, the both of your lips clashed again each other, lips moulding into each other, tasting and feeling it as if you have to memorize every inch of each other all over again.

Gojo swipes his tongue on your lips in which you open, letting his tongue entangles with yours. Your hand reaches up to his hair while Gojo held onto your hips. The both of you were losing air quick but none wants to let go, Gojo so desperate for your touch and you so desperate for his taste. The both of you let go, breathing harsh into each other, eyes fluttering in a daze as Gojo places a thumb on your lower lip, brushing it gently.

“You know…”. Gojo whispers, his voice hoarse. “I sang that song because I will always crawl back to you.” He said, pecking your lip. “No matter what, I'm yours as much as you’re mine, mine, mine.” You chuckle and give him an open-mouthed kiss on the cheek.

“I know Toru, I know.”

That night, the hearts of Gojo’s fans were broken into pieces when he posted a picture of the both of you. In the picture, you laid your head on his shoulder; sleeping while Gojo’s smile spread wide through his face with a caption, my love. He’ll listen to his PR team tomorrow but now, he wants to show you to the whole world, and make sure everyone knows who he belongs to.  

[rosze-v]

purple roses and baby breaths

pairing: Haitani Ran x Reader

synopsis: Haitani Ran and you went out on a date after overlooking Roppongi at the hills last night, a continuation of Part 1 (You don’t really need to read the first part to understand the story but there are some parts that will make you understand them better)

tw: fluff, Haitani Ran was mentioned as a whore, Bonten Haitani Ran, foul words, mentions of unaliving people, cute Ran, Rindou and Sanzu being an absolute menace again, all the Bonten higher ups, not beta read.

w.c : 3.5k

a/n: Halu! So here it is a part 2 of my first Haitani Ran fics! I didn’t expect someone would ask for a part 2 and after thinking about it, I managed to write some and surprisingly it was quite long. I’m so happy my fics are going well, and so many people are liking it, it truly made my day. I realized I'm getting a bit better in writing, and I also managed to explain, or rather ‘show’ a bit better than before. Thank you so much for those who read my writings and I’m sorry if this is not up to expectations. Have an amazing day!

Haitani Ran have been staring at his own reflection on the mirror for the 20th time that morning, literally 20 times. The first time he checked his reflection is by the mirror in his bathroom, he had washed his face, put on those skincare Kokonoi told him about, it could get rid of all those ugly blemishes on your face, he said but really Ran’s skin has always been clear, aside from little pimples here and there. Ran also made sure his face is clean shaven and free of stubbles.

The second time he checked the mirror is by the one in his walk-in closet, he was picking out clothes to wear. His first option is his casual suit, that always make him look attractive but that shows too much ‘business’ in his opinion. The second option was a black button up with black slacks, but he thinks he still look like he’s doing business. Then came his third option, black turtleneck, and brown slacks.

Once Ran put it on, he smiles at himself because its perfect he thought. The turtleneck covers his Bonten tattoo, yet at the same time showcase his beautiful body line in which he flexes his muscles shamelessly, nodding at himself because he already looks hot as hell. He then chooses a Patek Phillipe watch he bought recently, accompanying his share of accessories are the small hoop earring on his left ear while the right ear is don with a long earring. He chose a brown leather Oxford to complete his overall look.

The third time he checked his mirror is the one on his vanity, he sat down on the vanity seat, wondering what hair style should he go for. Let the hair free and fluffy or his usual slicked back hair? He chose his usual slicked back hair because of course, that’s the best style for him. Ran then spritz some La Nuit de l'Homme from Yves Saint Laurent; his favorite brand and as always, Haitani Ran smells like sex appeal on legs. Ran was going to stand up but he remembered Kokonoi telling him that he should put on some lip balms because of his ugly ass cracked lips and so he did, put on some lip balms because, who knows what will happen right.

After the 20th time of checking himself out because truly he wants to look his best for the little lunch he’s having with you, or in another word, a date after 2 years of simple hook ups.  So of course, he wants to look his best yet everyone and the goddamn fly in his room knows he’s just nervous and woke up at 8 in the morning because he’s finally going on a date after 2 freaking years. Ran then walked out of his room and went to the lounge room to chuck some alcohol in his system because his nerves are buzzing like crazy.

Ran was greeted by all, yes all, of the Bonten higher ups in the lounge room, discussing about some new business they’re trying to get into. You see, it has been a very long time since they saw Ran smiling like an idiot by himself, as well as seeing the clear, excited bounce on his feet coming into the lounge room. It was of course his own brother who called him out first, Haitani Rindou.

“And why are you smiling like that?”. Ran glances to his brother and continues to smile, albeit creepily in Rindou’s opinion. Sanzu was looking at Ran up and down, noticing how nice he looks and the smell of Ran’s fragrance was intoxicating enough that he, who was sitting on the couch a few meters away from him, can smell it.

“Its like you’re going out on a date for the first time in what? 2 years?”. It was silence. Pure silence as Ran’s smile before turns into a bashful grin because yes, it is a date. Kokonoi and Sanzu gasps loudly, while Rindou’s eyes were as huge as saucers because his whore of a brother is going on a date. Kakucho only nodded in understanding whilst Akashi and Mochizuki raise a drink to Ran’s new date, chuckling between themselves.

“So, who is it? This unlucky date of yours?”. Mikey asked while he munches on some sweets, interested in the date Ran’s going because truly, Ran is a certified Bonten whore yet someone manage to snag a date with him.

“Oh, its just someone I met last night. They were cute and can you believe it? They don’t know shit about me despite going to our club at Roppongi.”

“That’s definitely new, usually people who come know its our territory.” Ran nodded at Rindou’s remark as he continues.

“Yeah, they told me they came to the club because they’re curious.” A puzzled look was bare on all of the Bonten higher ups face. “Curious of a goddamn club because they never went there.” Sanzu burst out laughing because who would have thought someone would be going to a club because they’re curious.

“Okay my dear Bonten members, I, Haitani Ran, is going out on a date.” Ran said, walking away from the crowd though suddenly he stopped and turn around, his eyes squinting and with a pointed finger he declares. “If any of you shits, tries to pull any stupid shit, you best know I’ll bust your ass. So, Rindou, Sanzu, you bet I’m going to crack your skulls if the both of you do something dumb that can ruin the date.” Rindou held his hands up, gesturing that he’s not going to do anything while Sanzu flips him off, telling him to fuck off.

Haitani Ran were driving to your apartment when he feels as if something is missing. He tries to recollect anything he forgot but he was sure that he have bring his wallet with him and there’s nothing else that he forgets. He was driving by the streets of Roppongi when he saw a lady with a bouquet of flower in her hand and it clicks, no date is complete without flowers. Ran then went over to a flower shop and bought you a bouquet of flower, a mix of light purple roses and white baby breaths. The old lady from the flower shop told him that the one receiving the flowers is very lucky which flares his ego. Once he arrived in front of your apartment, he sends you a text saying that he already arrived. During the waiting, he checks out his appearance again, running his hair back, smelling himself because he has to make sure he smells good because hygiene is important kids.

Ran is, without a doubt, nervous, his hands were getting clammy and he could feel butterflies rampaging in his stomach. The seconds waiting for you is getting to him and it made him really wonder if this is the right thing to do. His doubt was gnawing at him because first, he’s a gang member, a notorious one at that, and you’re just a normal human being. Two, he hasn’t gone on a date for so long, he forgotten how it should really go on, and third, all the relationships he had, never lasted over a month.

The lilac haired man was having the crisis of his life when his door open, and in you come with a small hi and a sorry for being late and all those doubts and questioning he had were out of the door, and shut tight because, holy shit. Beautiful is an understatement of how you look, your soft hair, styled perfectly, your shy smile you gave him managed to pump his blood faster than it should be and you guys didn’t even coordinate yet you’re wearing brown too but instead of black and brown, you went for white and brown.

“Ran? Are you okay? Why are you so red?”. You asked while placing a hand on his cheek, a look of worry is evident on your face. Ran sigh at your cool hand as he smiles, and nodded, telling you that he’s more than fine.

“Its nice meeting you again (y/n)”. Your lips curled up again as you reply.

“Yes, its nice meeting you again Ran.” Suddenly, Ran turn around and probe around for something in the back seat, when he come back with a bouquet of flowers for you. You gasp as you took the bouquet in your hand and smell it. The smell was of course divine but you were touched at the fact that he bought you flowers. You giggle in glee as you thank Ran, and give his hand a squeeze.

“I’m glad you like them. Now, shall we go for our lunch?”. You nodded as he pushes on his gas pedal and off the both of you go. It was silent, the ride between the two of you but it was not awkward in the slightest. Ran noticed you were smelling the flowers while looking out at the scenery, the soft music of Get You by Daniel Caesar can be heard, and Ran smiles to himself. It felt complete, nice, like a piece of that thing he was searching through the beds of the people he stayed in. Who would have thought that piece was found by looking over Roppongi last night? Who would of that piece he searched for two years tirelessly is now sitting beside him, on the way to have some lunch?

Yeah, he would have never thought of that.

The both of you arrived at a sushi restaurant, further away from Roppongi and is near the nature. Ran thought that he didn’t want anyone to disturb him and his date, especially those pesky bugs at Bonten. Ran went out of the car and jogged to your side of the car and open the door for you. You hold onto his hand that he held out, giving him another heart stopping smile, according to Ran, as he locks the car. You thought Ran were going to let go of your hand but instead he continued holding onto it, even locking it together.

“I have a reservation for two, the name’s Haitani.” The waiter nodded as she led the both of you into the beautiful restaurant. The restaurant’s motif was clearly to bring out the beauty of nature where wood is mainly the theme of the restaurant. The both of you were given a seat outside that overlooks the beautiful nature scenery.

And of course, Ran being the surprising gentleman he is, pulled out the chair for you and you swear your heart is screaming at how sweet he is. He asked you on what you wanted to order, in which you told him to surprise you. Ran gave you a smirk as he continues ordering while you chose to finally admire him. Truth be told, you were a nervous wreck, Haruki, being the sweetheart, she is chose to help you get ready and she did an amazing job. You look and feel attractive, and by the looks and act of Ran, you wish to believe he thought so too.

You noticed how much more handsome Ran is today, with his black turtleneck perfectly accentuating his beautiful body line and those wide shoulders. His accessories though minimal were perfect for him, especially the long earring, it made his side profile look so much sharper. You then went on ogling his hands, his long fingers and veiny hands made you salivate a bit, who wouldn’t like nice looking hands right?

Ran were not oblivious of course, he noticed you were watching him, admiring him and now that you were looking intensely at his hands, along with the reddening face of yours, he realized that he might as well give you what you want. Ran’s hand slowly glides over the table separating the both of you as he laid out his hand in front of you.

“You want to hold my hands?”. You look up at him and with a flutter of your eyelashes— which spikes his heart beat and rings his head—, you nodded. You place your hand in his and immediately, Ran interlocks his fingers with yours. You could feel your face getting warmer because you’re so goddamn lucky for snagging this hotness in front of you.

“So, do you like it so far? The date?”. He asked, his voice low.

“Yes! I really like it from the beginning actually.” You giggle and continue. “I really like the flowers, they’re so lovely and how did you know I like baby breaths?”. Ran shrugged, showing you a proud face as his unoccupied hand pointed at the side of his head.

“I had a premonition that my lovely (y/n) would love baby breaths.” The both of you laugh at Ran’s silly take but truth be told, it was the old lady’s idea when Ran told the lady frantically that he’s going on a first date. Not that he would ever tell you.

You look around the restaurant and added. “I love this restaurant too! I never expected that Roppongi would have a restaurant like this. You never cease to surprise me huh?”. Ran shrugged again, his thumb circling over your knuckle as he answers.

“I promised you fun right? Besides, we’re pretty far from Roppongi and I thought this would be a great place without any distractions from anyone.” You raised a brow at how Ran said those last words because he gave an annoyed look and a pursed lip, muttering under his breath about disgusting flies like Rindou and Sanzu.

He noticed your questioning look and suddenly he felt a heavy weight in his stomach. He gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down at the thought that he has to explain to you now. Ran can’t keep his identity a secret forever and for all he knows, you might have already known. Ran wonder what will you think of him if you know the kind of person he is? He’s not exactly an innocent man, hell, no innocent man would belong to Bonten. He could feel his chest tightening at the thought of you leaving him and somehow, he feels as if he lose all hope. Ran’s wild thoughts were stopped by your question.

“Ran? What’s the matter?”. Ran looked up and you met his frantic lilac eyes. You were taken aback by the sudden change of mood as you squeeze his hand, trying to calm him down. Ran coughs, trying to push away the stone like feeling lodging in his throat. You give him a glass of the green tea served beforehand, in which he chugged down. Ran sighed and he gaze into your eyes, and thought,  fuck it.

“I know this sound conceited as hell but…do you know who I am?”. Ran were looking into you, analyzing any pattern of discomfort or hatred, instead he was greeted with a huge laugh and a light slap of his chest. Ran is confused and somewhat hurt now because he was dead serious.

“I am so sorry for laughing Ran but”. You continue giggling as you pull your chair closer to the table, so you can get closer to him. You place a hand on his cheeks and gently rub it, and with a smile you say.

“I thought it was something serious Ran, like you need to shit or something. But yes, I know who you are, Haitani Ran, the executive of Bonten.” Ran’s face was still clouded with distress as you continue. “It’s okay Ran, I don’t hate you for being a gang member.” You give the most assuring smile you could give and Ran sigh loudly, and held onto your hand that was on his cheek.

“I was just worried you would be scared of me or hate me.” Ran admit. A dejected look glazes over his handsome face. You could almost see an imaginary rain and cloud over him.

“I’m not going to lie Ran, I was a bit scared but do you know, I’m a believer too?”. Ran’s eyebrows furrow at your statement. “The Ran I met last night is so much more than the Haitani Ran of Bonten. I understand if you have done bad deeds, but what exactly can I do about it?”. You said as you held the both of Ran’s hand, staring deep into his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be unrealistic and say I don’t care but I would like to believe that, whatever it was you did were with reason. Besides, I like you the way you are, Bonten or not.” You muttered shyly.

“So, you’re okay with having a gang member as a boyfriend?”. Your smile before turn into a wide toothy grin as you tease.

“So, you’re my boyfriend now huh?”. Ran, realizing his words turn red as he covers his face in embarrassment. He then whispers, “if you want me to be…”. You chuckle again, taking off his hands from his face and respond.

“I thought we have already established that?”. Ran’s lips curled into a grin as he nodded, the food finally came and by the look and smell of it, you knew Ran’s choices would be amazing. The both of you began eating, the topic completely change from the heaviness it was before. It was another question and answer session about each other, like what to expect from each other’s time and he finally found out you’re actually a professor at a local university. You also told him that you’re currently staying with your best friend, Haruki and explained that she was the one who told you about him, and Bonten.

Ran then indulge you in questions about his personal life, the fact that he has a brother and some stories about his childhood, though very vaguely, he told you how he become who he is. You learned that Ran have always been in this kind of life and it was inevitable for him to be in a gang.

“Have you killed someone?”. You asked nonchalantly, chewing on the tasty sashimi while Ran was caught off guard by the heavy question. It took him some time before he could answer it, weighing between whether he should lie or tell the truth, but he rationalize that if he wanted to make it serious between the both of you, telling the truth is important.

“Yes, I have.” He answered, looking at you for your reaction. You shrugged and ask another question.

“Were they… good people? You know what I mean.” You look up to him, meeting his piercing eyes.

“No, they were bad people, people who definitely deserves it. We don’t kill innocent people, well at least, I don’t. But really, we don’t condone it cause it will get us in trouble. Its better to kill people with records already, so the police won’t question it much.” You nodded, secretly relief at his answer because that was what bugged you so much. Though killing people is still very, very scary but at least Ran have a degree of morals. You flash him a smile, a smile saying that its okay.

After the both of you finish eating, he paid for the meal though after much fight from you but Ran insist and even threatened the waitress saying if you take their money, I’ll call your boss and the poor waitress nodded frantically as she takes Ran’s card. He then suggested some ice cream in which you agree as he went to a McDonald’s drive through and ordered two Mcflurries.

“Do you… want to go home now?”. You could see a cute pout forming on Ran’s lips as his finger drum against the steering wheel.

“How about we go over the hill again, I still want to talk with you.” You said, as Ran, your new boyfriend held onto your hands and drive the both of you there.

Maybe, it wasn’t so bad after all, meeting someone at a club, just to later stay on the hills overlooking Roppongi.

Extra scene because why not:

It was already night when Ran came home, scrolling through his phone, at your chat where you’re sending him all the pictures the both of you took. Ran was looking at the pictures, specifically zooming into your face while smiling like a fool in love. Which he is.

“Well, well, well, if isn’t the beast, finally home with a disgusting grin on his face.” Ran head snapped front, looking at his brother who was sitting beside Mikey while Sanzu was at the other side of Mikey. “You know, your date today, they were a beauty, truly beautiful.” Rindou adds.

“Yet they are dating at this…” Sanzu say while pointing up and down at Ran with his hand. “This beast of a human. Urgh, how dare you get a date as attractive as they are when you look like a swirly candy?”. Ran scoffed in disbelief at Sanzu and Rindou’s words as he took of his shoes and throws it at them, surprisingly hitting the both of them square in the face.

“One more word Rindou, Sanzu. One more fucking word and I’ll pull out the guns, and feed it to the both of you.” Mikey chuckles at Ran as Kokonoi pesters him for the details. Finally, the whore of Bonten is now a changed and in love man, and it all took only one person, one night and one lunch.

[rosze-v]

red bean soup and the color yellow

pairing: Midousuji Akira x Reader

synopsis: you, the morning girl, a cold night, red bean soup and a scenery he had forgotten

tags: MAJOR MIDOUSUJI PAST SPOILER! , fluff, sunshine x grumpy/cold trope (hihi)

w.c : 1.6k

a/n: Halu! So, I finished YowaPeda season 4 and I'm waiting for season 5 to finish airing and I just want to say, I absolutely love!!!! the anime. I am so angry that its so underrated what?? Its such a good anime, with amazing character, one of the best sports anime antagonists (wink wonk), great plot and just absolutely amazing. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH IT!!! Also, its literally criminal how there’s so little YowaPeda crumb?? So, I decided to start writing for the fandom!! All in all, I hope you have fun reading!

You were craving for some melon bread and ice cream that night. Without much thought, you hopped on your bicycle and went on to your nearest convenience store. A smile spread on your cheeks because the air is cold enough and somehow, tonight feels more calming than other nights. From a far, you could see the glaring lights of the store as you pedal harder.

Once you placed your bicycle at its rightful place, you eagerly went into the store and picked out your cravings. The cashier scanned through your items, three melon breads, two chocolate vanilla ice cream and a can of hot red bean soup. With your goods in your hand, the customers could definitely see the slight hops on your feet, indicating how happy you are.

“Yosh, tonight I’m watching some Attack on Ti- Midousuji?”. You recognized that lanky build, he’s pretty much the only guy you’ve ever seen with such long legs and long arms. He’s wearing black cycling pants, and a fitted, black sports shirt that covers his arms and neck. Upon hearing his name being called, he glances over to you, his eyebrows scrunched, trying to remember where he saw you. Though he’s wearing a white mask, from his big eyes alone you knew he’s trying to remember who you are.

“Morning girl?”. Midousuji mumbled as you give him a toothy grin, walking towards him and plopping yourself beside him. Midousuji cringed as he subconsciously scoots a bit from you. His action didn’t hurt you though, you knew he’s wary of you.

“Its (y/n), How could you forget your own classmate’s name! that’s so not cute”. You complain a pout forming on your lips, tilting your head at him. Though you complain, you also knew that he does not really mingle with your classmates, he preferred to be alone, listening away to his songs from his black ear buds.

But ever since you saw him racing with his cycling club team mates, and seeing how much cycling filled him with life, you greeted him morning every day. Reason? you’re not really sure but maybe you’re just curious of Midousuji, eyes darting towards him in class or whenever he leaves for lunch. Your sudden interest on him was so obvious that your friends had called you out, asking you if you have a crush on him. Of course, you could only shake your head while your heart beats in wonder.

“What are you doing all alone in this cold night?”. You asked, scanning through him and noticing a slight shiver on his body. Well, it has gotten much colder, and compared to your fluffy jogger pants and your long-sleeved shirt, Midousuji is probably freezing his butt off. You reached in your bag and pull out the red bean soup, handing it to him.

He raises his eyebrow as you say. “Go on, you’re cold right?”.

“Its okay-“.

“You’re shivering Midou-kun, either you take this can or I’m holding your hands”. You teased, nudging him with your elbow as he side eyes you, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. You chuckled as you took out your ice cream, fumbling for the small spoon. A content sound came out of your mouth while Midousuji questions how you could eat ice cream on such cold night.

“So… again, why are you here?”. The lanky men stretch his legs, as he sips on the red bean, warmth filling him up. He contemplates on what to say, unsure of the right words to say in these kinds of situations.

“Just… needed to clear my mind”. You nodded, your body swaying along with your nod as you stare into the dark road.

It’s true, Midousuji had went out to clear his mind, plagued by thoughts on his cycling performance lately, his school works, and a slight heaviness on his chest when his mind wanders to the faces of his mother. He had noticed the cold air when he was sprinting through the road, so he thought he wanted to buy some hot packs. It was only when he got off his bike, he realized that he didn’t bring any money in his small bag, and that’s how you found him sitting on the side of the store.

“Come, I want to show you something”. His big eyes glance at your face then glances back at your hand, weighing the pros and cons of taking your hand. Fuck it, he thought, clasping your hand as you pull him up. Both of you then went over to your bikes, and when you were mounting your bike, the man suddenly appeared beside you, his tall build startling you.

The silence between the both of you were thick and frankly, you can’t stand it anymore. So, you stood up, standing in front of Midousuji as he looks at you, startled at your sudden action. You give him a smile as you held out your hand.

“Oh my god Midousuji, give me a heads-up next time”. He snorted as he responds.

“Let’s go, we have class tomorrow”.

“Yes, yes Midou-sama”. He rolled his eyes at your mocking address of him as you began cycling and Midousuji following suit. It didn’t take you long before you reach your destination. You lay your bike against the tree and Midousuji did the same as excitement courses through you.

“I need you to cover your eyes”. You said giddily as Midousuji sigh.

“And what for”.

“Then how the hell am I gonna go there”. You grin as you reach for his hand, clasping it tight. Midousuji could feel his chest tightening at your sudden skinship, while he gives in to your demand and closes his eyes.

“It’s a surprise! Come on, close your eyes”.

“Hold onto my shoulder using your other hand”, and Midousuji did as he instructed, his cold palms creating shivers around your shoulder yet warms his hand. A blush spreads through your cheek as you realize how close the both of you are. You shake your head as you walk carefully to the secret place.

Midousuji can feel the grass touching his legs and when you came to a stop, you had taken your hands back. The man took it as a sign to open his eyes and when he did, he had to blink his eyes a few times to adjust to the sudden brightness. When his eyes finally adjusted, he could see you first, grinning at him with your head tilted to the side and your hands clasped behind your back. Then his eyes wander around and finally, he realized what made everything so bright.

Fireflies, everywhere around him, floating, flying across his eyes, the ambience triggers a nostalgia in him. It’s been so long he thought, seeing fireflies. He could feel a childish excitement creeping inside of him, as his hand reaches out for a firefly. The firefly he reached flew away before his finger tips could touch the light. Rustling steps move towards him as you stand in front of him, your hands holding something in your palms.

“Look, I caught one for you”. Midousuji stares down into your hand, a firefly blinking its light for him. Subconsciously, Midousuji shows his palm to you, and gently, you place the firefly in his hand.

“Gently Midou-kun, don’t squeeze it”. He nods as he examines the firefly, his hands ever so gentle, a small smile appearing on his lips.

You had never really thought how attractive Midousuji is, your attraction towards him were merely curiosity. Yet here, with a firefly in his hands and a childish smile on his lips, you could feel blood pumping into your veins faster. Though the smile falters immediately when the firefly flew away, Midousuji’s hand fell on his side. You laugh as you pull his hand and walk a bit further, pulling him down to sit once you reach a tree.

The both of you sit in silence, eyes wandering at how beautiful the fireflies are. A warmth settles between the little space dividing the both of you, creating a sense of tranquil. You peeked at Midousuji, who’s eyes huge and lit, his mouth slightly open. You smile to yourself, so cute, you thought.

“You wanna know what will make this better?”. Midousuji’s trance shifted towards you.

“What?”.

“Give me your phone and earbuds”. He pursed his lips, thinking if he should share a shred of his privacy but he gave in. It’s the least he could do after you show him such scenery.

Midousuji eyes your finger, scrolling through the little amount of apps he have and your hands tap on the app YouTube. You tapped on the search bar and histories of things related to road racing came up and you smirked. After searching for the song, you hand him the left earbud while you hook in the right bud in your right ear. You play the song and Midousuji tries to focus on the song and he realized its in English.

“What’s the name of the song?”. Midousuji asked as he stares at you who’s attention is on the scenery in front.

“Yellow”.

“Why did you choose this song?”. You turn your head towards him, a smile on your face and Midousuji’s heart skips a beat.

“Well the fireflies are yellow you know!”. Midousuji grumbled at your remark, as you laughed at your joke and at how taken aback the boy look. He mumbled an, obviously its yellow, dumbass.

“And because you’re yellow…”. You whispered, hiding your face in between your knees, hoping he didn’t hear you. But he did, and he wanted to question you but he decided against it. You, the fireflies, the song Yellow, the lingering heat and Midousuji’s hand on top of yours, squeezing it; thanking you.

And maybe one day he’ll know why he’s yellow, and how he shines, or how beautiful he is, and how much everything he does is becoming yellow in your eyes.