#sakura imagine

[emmyrosee]

“You are SO dramatic, baby.”

Haruka glares at you for the nth time tonight. He glares at you a lot of times during the week because of this. Haruka is strong, painfully so, it’s taken you years of tender love and care to break down the walls he’s built around himself. You love him, all of him, his anger and toughness, his strength and the way he lets you into his mind.

You love the way he trusts you with all of the baggage, all the hesitance, all of his heart.

But there is a twisted part of you that does have the slightest twinge of dread for this. It’s impossible to do this without a fight, and some nights you just wish he’d just relent and trust you even more.

“I’m tired, just let me go to bed!”

“You haven’t finished your skincare! Not happening!”

His four step skincare routine takes at least 20 minutes to do every night. Sometimes you wish it would just take the five that it’s supposed to take.

And don't start about how long it takes to make him apply sunscreen in the morning, bumping his four steps into a whopping five. Your temples throb at the idea of having to do this again in less than 12 hours.

You shrug at him, "you do realize we could be done right now, in bed, snuggling-"

"I'm a man, I don’t snuggle.”

"And I refuse to go to bed with a crusty fiancee. Two fingers.”

“Yeah, I know, I heard you the first time,” he snarls.

“That’s crazy because you aren’t holding out your fingers for me yet.”

He blinks at you, completely unamused, flicking his wrist out at you and extending his middle and index finger for you. You smile and drop a few dribbles of serum in his fingertips. “Rub.”

“I know,” he groans again, smooshing the product into his fingers and ferociously rubbing it into his skin. “It’s been friggen seventeen minutes of two fingers and rubbing.”

You quirk your brow. He grimaces, “yeah, i heard it too, shut up and give me the next step.” You snicker, grabbing the moisturizer from the counter and playing with the cap while he rubs in the product, the sheen of the serum drying and his face relaxing as it does.

It's always facinated you to watch Haruka do this, in a twisted way, subjecting himself to a few minutes of grumpiness to make you happy (and it’s good for him, but you don’t tease him for that) every day, just to satiate you. He’s never been good at saying no to you, but as his brows unfurrow and his hands come back down for the next step, you’re almost positive he’s not as against this as he lets on.

He stops with a exhausted sigh, "next,” he says, holding out his fingers for the next and final moisturizer step. You’re quick to bend down and steal a kiss from his lips, making his eyes blow wide in shock. “The hell?”

“Thats for being a good sport,” you hum, pressing one more to his lips before straightening up.

He huffs, “was starting to wonder when being a good sport was gonna get me somewhere.”

You chuckle and gently dollop some moisturizer on your own fingers and rub them together, gently tipping his chin up to look at you. You gently start to smear the moisturizer on his face, your touch gentle and warm, and Haruka’s eyes gently shut, nuzzling into the palm of your hand. “Okay, now what’s this about?” He asks, but his voice is warbled behind his relaxed jaw, cradled in your hand.

“Nothing,” you mewl, gently cupping his cheeks and even more tenderly, rubbing the delicate skin at the corner of his eyes with your thumb, smoothing the skin from so many creases and wrinkles through the day. Grimacing, scoffing, furrowing, but on the occasion, smiling. “Just love looking at you.”

There’s a beat of silence, as Haruka’s pretty eyes open again, filled with trust and love and complete adoration for you. You smile, “thank you for letting me love you,” you whisper.

He’s quiet, cheeks blazing in a flush, but he’s not sputtering in indignation, nor reeling back from your grip. He’s blinking lazily, dopey from the love swirling in the air. It’s like he knows he doesn’t have to be embarrassed or afraid anymore, he’s safe to do nothing but feel when he’s around you.

He hums.

“Thank you for loving me.”

You smile.

“Always.”

[emmyrosee]

He makes me want to gnaw on tree bark

note: i love him berry much

pairing: sakura haruka x gn!reader

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, sleepytime shenanigans

Sakura shivers as you drag your fingers along the expanse of his bare back - your touch lazy and light. The route they follow only known to you.

"That tickles."

The pillow crinkles under Sakura as he turns his head and glances back at you. He squints, brows furrowing. It's difficult to see much of anything in the overwhelming darkness of night, but this close to you, Sakura can still make out the shadowy outline of your face, your expression lax and softened with drowsiness.

Your eyes flicker to meet his. They cut through the darkness and seem to shine. At least, to Sakura they do.

You hum. "Feels nice though? Right?"

He makes a contemplative sound. A grumble. You take it as a yes.

"Turn back around. Guess what I'm writing."

Sakura does as you say, his cheek coming to rest against the pillow once more.

This is not the first time that you've had him try and make sense of the scribbles and doodles you seem to enjoy so much tracing into his skin, and he's sure that it will not be the last. He's not exactly sure why you like it so much, but the feeling of your gentle touch is nice. Relaxing even if it makes the short hairs on the back of his neck stand on end sometimes.

Sakura's eyes slip closed once he feels your hand on his back again.

Your finger traces a short line down his spine.

"I."

“Mhm.”

You move your finger in one smooth loopy motion. Pause. Your touch disappears for a moment before you mirror the action you've just made.

A crease forms between Sakura's brows.

"Again."

You repeat the movement - still as incomprehensible to Sakura as the first time.

"It's a shape, not a letter," you offer as a clue.

"One more time."

You repeat the motion for Sakura again, and this time, a mental image begins to form in Sakura's mind.

"A heart?"

"Mhm. The next thing will be a letter."

You drag your finger down before curving up again.

"U?" Sakura guesses. "I heart U?"

This time, it is not the pad of your fingertip that makes contact with Sakura's back, but rather, it's the familiar sensation of the plush of your lips. Sakura stiffens at the unexpectedness of the kiss.

"I love you too, Haruka."

"What?"

Sakura shifts. You loosen your hold around his midsection, allowing him to move more freely as he rolls onto his side to face you.

"What? You said I love you, so I said it back."

You attempt to feign innocence, but the crinkle by your eyes and the smile you're barely concealing give away your true intentions. Sakura's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to gather his thoughts to say something, anything, back to you, but a small yawn from you makes him stop.

"I'm sleepy," you mumble, stating the obvious. You're hardly able to keep your eyes open. "Turn over again. Wanna hold you."

Sakura is grateful for the darkness because you're unable to see the way that his cheeks burn. He wants to tell you that you're already holding onto him, but he knows what you mean. What you actually want. He turns onto his side again, facing the wall and away from you once more.

You snuggle closer to Sakura, tightening your arm around his middle. A drowsy kiss is pressed to his spine.

"Good night, Haruka. I love you."

"Night."

A pause.

"Love you too."

You've already drifted to sleep by the time he says it.

[sasukeuchiha-24]

🐍💜✨️

[unluckilyimnot]

Playing with their hair – aether, kinich, wanderer, rin, sae, sakura

note: i'm just in love with aether and kinich recently and i needed to write something with aether's hair so why not had some of my fav characters along with them. that's probably not really good but i guess it's cute. ooc

m.list | rules

Aether is used to your hands suddenly laying on his hair, running through them when you walk behind him – it’s like an urge, you just have to. You stopped on your track, bowing to kiss his head, inhaling his shampoo a little and hummed at the sweet scent.

“You took my shampoo again,” you mentioned, not in a warning way, more like you appreciate it. He nodded lightly, delighting himself from the feeling of your hands still running through his hair, scratching his scalp a little before kissing it again.

Sensing that you’re about to go away, his hands take yours gently and his head bent down to look up at you. “Already leaving ? We can both take a break…” he said, subtly implying you to not stop yet, making you giggle.

“Sure, we can.”

That’s basically how he ended up sitting on the floor between your thighs, watching a movie while you brush his hair for him, kindly letting your fingers run down his beautifully long hair – trying small, low buns to one high ponytail.

“Having fun ?” You can hear the smile in his voice, amused as always when he let you enjoy his hair more than he does.

“Always.” you said while kissing his nose from above, hiding the tv from his sight for a mere second but he still whines at you for doing so. Such a crybaby.

Kinich sighs as he feels your hands examining his hair again. “Would you stop doing that ?”

He knows you’re not doing this to annoy him, yet it always kind of stresses him to picture you scanning his scalp without any invitation to do so. He also knows that you don’t care about what he says, continuing to play with his hair while you swipe away some dandruff here and there.

“What’s the matter,” you talked back, seemingly frustrated. “You never say anything when it’s to help you fall asleep.” you argued, feeling really satisfied when he doesn’t find anything to say after that. It for sure helps a lot, he can’t argue with that, but he really hoped you could realize that it works all the time and not only when he wants it to – which means he was getting sleepy, slightly closing his eyes while he still had a lot to do.

A satisfied sigh escaped his lips before he could hold it in and you hummed teasingly. Your hands moved from his head to his chest, your arms caging him against you and you laid your head on top of his. “Tired already ?”

“Shut it.” he sounded harsh but he still rested against your chest as well, feeling at peace being so close to you. He wasn’t really tired but if you let him, Kinich would for sure appreciate some quality time with his head in your chest and your hands in his hair. Not that he’ll say it to you.

Wanderer honestly never mind when you ask him if you can play with his hair, he’s usually already busy and not moving so someone touching his hair while studying doesn’t change much for him. He won’t say that it doesn’t make it easy to concentrate since he, sometimes, tends to focus on this more than on the words written in front of him but he still appreciates how peaceful it makes him feel when he’s particularly worried or stressed.

Your hand running through his short strands of hair takes him somewhere else where he doesn’t need to worry as much, he likes it, even if he would never be physically capable of telling you.

“You’re braiding it ?” he asks, half absent in his question – he just wanted to confirm the feeling of your fingers brushing past his cheeks repeatedly. You hummed softly in response, leaving the braid dying the second you let it go since his hair was too short to handle it. It doesn’t discourage you though, and before he can ask what you’ll do next, he can already feel your steady movement back to the same scheme and a soft chuckle left his lips.

“You want me to stop ?” you asked under your breath, probably still concentrated on what you were doing but still caught his sigh.

“No, it’s fine. Go on.” he assured before stepping back again into his study, more than relaxing by this short break.

Rin loves movie dates to his core, but it always gets him when you start touching his hair in the middle of the movie. It's like he's never getting used to it and he's jolting a bit every single time, making you chuckle. But you always kiss his head as an excuse after. 

There's something relaxing when your fingers start to twirl around his short hair, making him wonder who appreciates it the most between you and him. Because he for sure loves it. 

His mind drifts away easily despite himself and how badly he wants to follow the movie. He always finds some way to lean into you, craving for more like a cat and more often than not, he ends up laying on top of you. 

“Don't fall asleep this time Rin,” you joke while scratching his head playfully. He simply nodded, absorbed in the movie more than you gave him credit for. He just didn't want you to stop.

Sae hates it when he feels your hands finding his hair in the middle of the day. He spends quite some time styling his hair in the morning, even if it doesn’t look like it, and you being nearby automatically becomes a danger for that.

Not that he doesn’t like you touching his hair, he’s fond of it, he wishes he could die with you touching his hair, but not during the day. So as soon as he feels it, he immediately gets up and warns you. “Please don’t.”

But he knows it can't be helped and soon your lips meet his, kissing him sweetly – your successful way to distract him – so you can end up with your hands reaching the hair in his neck. Twirling your fingers around it, pulling ever so slightly to annoy him but he still lets you. Not without a sigh against your lips, but he knows damn well he can't hold you back when you're determined to do something. 

He wishes he could keep his hair pretty for the day at least once in a while but he can't blame you ; both of you like it very much. He can forget his image for yet another day if that means he can appreciate the relaxing feint of your fingernails on his scalp. Even if lately it's starting to be everyday, he won't mention it – or not seriously. 

Your smile is more precious than some good hair day. 

Sakura still isn't used to you touching his hair, he hasn't been used to gentle gestures in his life before coming here  –  especially regarding his looks. The second your hands find his hair, he flinches by reflex even if he knows that it’s only you around him. He doesn’t turn you down anymore though since you always let him know how you love his hair, for the color or the fluffiness ; it’s just the best thing in the word and it got to be your boyfriend’s hair. You must be blessed. 

You still try not to frighten him too much, and start by touching his shoulders then going up to his neck and finally the hair in the nape of it. Twirling it lightly with your fingers and you’re sure to catch him snapping his head to you with a blush. 

“What are you doing ?!” he asked as always, flustered but not telling you to stop anyway which made you smile sweetly. 

“I’m playing with your hair ? You want me to stop ?” you tilted your head to the side, trying to act cute and confused so he doesn’t have the heart to tell you no. And with a resigned look but his brows still frowned, he compiled without adding anything.It’s a win, once again. 

You then slowly but surely brush through all his hair, tossing it one side to another, mixing the two colors together then separating it again like a puzzle. That’s something you grew to love, separating his hair for him and that’s also your best excuse to touch it even when there’s people around. Even if he’s not fond of it.

He tends to lay a bit in your hand when you do so, or when you stop your hand in his hair, quietly liking the feeling now that you’ve given him some time. Not that he’ll say it to you, never, but he doesn’t need to for you to know. It’s just like you to notice how he relaxes around you and when you do it. There’s a small smile on your lips when he tries to catch your eyes but looks away instantly, blushing again, and it makes you wonder when he’ll stop blushing around you. 

“You’re cute, Haruka,” you said, brushing away his bang to kiss his forehead. And without a second of hesitation – when in fact yes, but you tried to ignore it –  he was arguing with you about how he is NOT cute, simply proving your point again and again.

Let me know if you like it !

[dior-luxury]

the way u write is like 5 a star cuisine where u feel like exploding from how satisfied you are after eating. PLEASEEEE I’m begging for another wind breaker!pinning boys! I’m not picky abt which character so go wild with it :]] (but maybe umemiya if u can—🥹🙏🏼)

—munchieschomp

How'd They Pin After You

( ✧ ) ────── crush stories . fluff - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] sakura . suo . mitsuki . sugishita . ren . umemiya

- [𝐩:𝐬] jealousy . possessiveness . negative thoughts . the boys being convinced you're out of their league

Note: Thank you so much for the compliments, munchie! ^^ And I included umemiya just for you! (＾▽＾)

Sakura Haruka

At first, Sakura doesn't even realize he likes you.

He's too busy being… himself — blunt, guarded, always picking fights and refusing to show vulnerability. But then one afternoon, after a brawl outside a convenience store, you show up without fear, patching a scrape on his knuckles with the small first-aid kit you always seem to carry.

“Idiot," you mutter as you tape gauze over his hand. “You’re going to get yourself killed one day.”

Sakura feels a strange, hot sting in his chest, stronger than any punch he'd taken that day.

For the first time in forever, someone wasn't looking at him like a weapon or a problem to be fixed — just... someone who needed taking care of.

From that moment, he becomes hyperaware of you. When you’re around, Sakura stands a little straighter. His fists tighten at his sides when someone talks to you too casually.

He'll shadow you from a distance, pretending it's "just in case" trouble shows up, but really, it’s because the thought of you getting hurt churns his stomach.

He tries to offer you things — a drink he bought but pretends he doesn’t want, his hoodie on chilly nights (gruffly tossed over your shoulders without a word).

But the worst part for Sakura is the jealousy.

One afternoon, he sees you laughing with Suo and a few of the Bofurin members. It's not romantic, but the easy way you smile at them sends a roaring, ugly fire through him.

He disappears for the rest of the evening, picking fights just to bleed out the frustration.

At night, lying on his bed staring at the cracked ceiling, he replays every interaction with you. Every glance, every accidental brush of hands, every small smile you saved just for him.

He tells himself he's fine. That he's strong enough to ignore it. But then you show up after another one of his street fights, worry in your eyes, stubbornness in your voice as you grab his arm—

“You don’t have to do this alone.”

And that’s when Sakura realizes:

He’s already lost.

You're inside his ribs, inside every stupid breath he takes. He's in love with you, and he has no idea how to tell you — only that he’ll protect you with everything he’s got, even if it costs him everything.

Suo Hayato

Suo knows almost immediately that he's drawn to you. It’s in the small things — the way you listen to people, really listen, without judgment or rush.

The way you stand your ground, no matter who’s pushing. The way your laugh feels like summer sunlight.

At first, Suo watches from afar, quietly folding himself into your world. He always seems to show up at the perfect time — helping you carry something heavy, offering an umbrella when rain catches you by surprise.

He doesn’t push. He never rushes.

He treats your friendship like the slow blooming of a rare flower.

When he falls, he falls silently and completely. There’s a soft sort of longing in the way he watches you when you’re not looking.

A small smile playing on his lips when you rant about your day or get excited over something silly.

He memorizes the little details: Your favorite snacks. The way your hair falls into your eyes when you're focused. The songs you hum under your breath.

And Suo supports you in a thousand unseen ways — fixing the broken strap on your backpack without telling you, subtly stepping between you and drunken strangers at street festivals, cheering the loudest (but most politely) when you accomplish something you're proud of.

But oh, the ache of it.

The nights Suo lies awake, wondering if he should tell you. If risking your friendship is worth the hope clawing at his chest.

When you’re close, he finds it harder and harder to keep up the calm facade. There are times his hand brushes yours and he aches to just hold it. Times he catches you smiling at him and has to look away before he gives too much away.

One day, sitting side-by-side on a quiet rooftop, sharing a bottle of soda, you lean your head on his shoulder — tired, trusting, unguarded.

Suo closes his eyes and lets the moment wrap around him like a secret promise.

Even if he never confesses, he thinks, he'll stay by your side. Always.

Mitsuki Kiryu

Mitsuki Kiryu is composed — always.

Cool voice, sharp eyes, a smile that never quite reaches the corners of his mouth. He’s the kind of person everyone trusts but few really know.

So when he realizes he's drawn to you, he doesn't panic. He studies it — like a problem to be solved. He watches the way your eyes sparkle when you’re excited, the way your face crumples slightly when you're worried.

And the more he watches, the more he realizes: He's in trouble.

Mitsuki handles his crush like he handles everything: with intense, ruthless control. He tells himself it’s fine — he’ll just stay by your side, keep you safe, protect your smile.

And he does. You start to notice him more and more — how he always seems to know when you need a break, a snack, a quiet moment.

How he watches over you during fights like an iron wall, stepping in right before something could hurt you without making a big scene.

But inside? Inside, Mitsuki is a storm.

Late at night, alone in his apartment, he leans against the kitchen counter with a hand over his mouth, hating how much he aches for you.

He clutches his phone, staring at your last message, debating if he should text you goodnight, or if that would be crossing a line he can’t uncross.

Sometimes, his mind drifts — to the thought of holding your hand, of pulling you gently toward him during one of your casual walks home together.

Of brushing your hair behind your ear, of finally letting himself feel.

But he doesn't.

He stays in the shadows of your life, a silent guardian, convincing himself it’s better this way — better if you never know how much he burns for you.

Because if you knew, and didn’t want him back? It would break him.

Sugishita Kyotaro

Sugishita is used to big emotions.

He lives loud, he feels loud — fists flying, voice raised, loyalty tattooed into his very bones.

So when he starts falling for you, it's like being hit by a truck he saw coming but didn’t dodge. It’s violent, overwhelming, immediate.

At first, he’s a disaster. He snaps at you for dumb things. If you tease him even a little, his whole face goes red and he stutters through excuses. He picks fights with anyone who even looks at you sideways — even if it’s just a glance, even if it’s harmless.

And you? You smile at him like he's just Sugishita.

Like he’s not clumsy and stupid and reckless around you.

It kills him.

Sugishita doesn't know how to flirt. Instead, he becomes... louder.

He invites you to training sessions with him, showing off like an idiot, pretending to be casual when he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye the whole time.

He gives you his hoodie without asking when it’s cold. He buys you your favorite snacks but pretends it was “just extra.

He says things like, “Dumbass, don’t make me worry about you!” when what he really means is, "I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt, even a little."

At night, when he’s alone and the world is quiet, Sugishita curls his fists in his bedsheets, desperate to tell you.

He imagines blurting it out — yelling it into the sky, grabbing your hands in his calloused ones, shouting how much he cares.

But every time he sees you laugh, sees how easily you move through the world without needing him, his heart cracks a little.

He tells himself: You deserve better than a loudmouth like me.

Still, he stays by your side. He’ll fight the whole damn world for you. Even if you never see how deeply he's already yours.

Ren Kaji

Ren Kaji doesn’t fall easily. He doesn't trust easily, either. But you — you tear through his defenses without even trying.

It starts with the small things. The way you look him straight in the eyes when most people shy away. The way you speak gently, without pressure or demands. The way you see through the cool, detached mask he wears like armor.

He doesn’t understand it at first. Why his pulse quickens when you’re near. Why he memorizes the way your voice sounds when you're tired versus when you're laughing.

Ren handles it badly. He pulls away — keeps conversations short, keeps his distance — not because he doesn’t want you near, but because you make him feel too much, too quickly.

He starts to notice the way your presence makes the noise in his head quiet down. How your touch — a hand brushing his sleeve, a casual nudge — sends shockwaves through his system.

When you look worried for him, his chest tightens until it physically hurts. And when you smile at him? It feels like forgiveness for a crime he hasn’t even committed.

But Ren refuses to act. He watches you from across the room, quietly aching. He notices when you're upset, when you’re tired, when you need someone — and he’s there, without you needing to ask.

He tells himself like Sugishita:"I don't deserve them."

Instead, he pours his affection into little acts: Fixing your bike when you’re not looking, leaving your favorite snack on your desk, pretending it was someone else, and stepping in if someone gives you trouble, but fading into the background before you can thank him.

At night, lying alone in his room with only the hum of the city outside, he lets himself imagine a world where he’s brave enough to reach out. Where he could hold your hand without fear, without guilt.

But then morning comes, and Ren folds himself back into silence — pining from a distance, quietly breaking every day he keeps his feelings hidden.

Umemiya Hajime

Umemiya Hajime is pure light.

He’s the easy grin in a crowded room, the steady hand in a fight, the soul that refuses to turn cold no matter how cruel the world gets.

So when he starts falling for you, it’s immediate, blinding — like stepping into sunlight after a lifetime of rain.

He notices everything about you. The way your eyes light up when you talk about your passions, the way your nose crinkles when you laugh too hard, the way you treat even strangers with a kindness most people reserve for friends.

Unlike others, Umemiya doesn’t hide his affection. But he doesn’t rush it either.

He’s patient. Content to walk beside you, matching his pace to yours, letting the bond grow naturally.

He teases you endlessly, but always with a softness underneath. He protects you in fights without making a show of it, letting you be strong while making sure you never have to stand alone.

He cooks extra portions of food and claims he’s "just used to big meals," when really, he loves seeing you eat something he made.

But for all his confidence, he gets scared too.

Sometimes, when you lean against him after a long day, when your laughter rings too close to his heart, he feels terror seep into his bones.

What if he’s not enough? What if you deserve someone calmer, quieter, less messy?

Those fears crawl up his throat late at night, when he replays every small moment between you, wondering if he’s imagining the way you seem to drift closer to him, piece by piece.

But Umemiya is hopeful by nature. He believes in the possibility of things. In second chances. In building homes inside each other’s hearts.

And he knows — with quiet certainty — that one day, he’ll tell you everything.

Not with grand declarations, but with a hand held out, steady and sure.

"Whenever you’re ready," he’ll say.

"I’m here."

And he will mean it with every broken and healed piece of himself.

[zipsunz]

ken and his family throughout the years

(a mix of postcanon and AU)

[aiiry-0]

Quick doodle of Sakura with a cat 🐈

[kaiijo]

HOT THINGS HE DOES — [WIND BREAKER]

characters: sakura haruka, suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo  content: gn! reader, reader has smaller hands than hiragi notes: i love them, your honor 

sakura haruka ✶

runs his hand through his hair. sakura doesn’t know why you watch him so intently when he cards his fingers through his hair. in his mind, he’s just trying to get his bangs out of his face but to you, he looks so effortlessly cool

he’ll definitely get flustered if you voice your thoughts to him while giving him a long once-over. he definitely starts blushing and stuttering and looking anywhere but your eyes with crossed arms. he’s actually short circuiting and you take the opportunity to run your own hand through his hair, feeling the smooth flow of his locks between fingers. 

nirei akihiko ✶

very perceptive of your needs. it’s like he can read your mind. you need a bottle of water? nirei’s already handing it to you. you want a sweet treat? nirei’s already bought it from your favorite bakery. you wanted to get a limited-edition keychain but they ran out at the store? don’t worry — nirei’s already bought matching ones for you

there’s something about how in-tune he is with you that has your face warming and a smile breaking across your face. you’re just as in-tune with him and his needs as he is with yours 

suo hayato ✶

always smells good. suo takes care of himself and has a nice natural scent, but when he wears his favorite cologne, he smells nice and clean and good. it makes your heart jump when you catch the notes of his cologne and you like to bury your face in his neck when he wears it (and maybe kiss his neck a little too)

his cologne also lingers on many items of clothing — shirts, sweaters, coats — which results in you stealing a bunch of his things so that you can keep his scent around you when he’s not with you 

kiryu mitsuki ✶

hand on the back. kiryu guides you around with a hand on your back, making sure that you are with him and comfortable and safe. it makes your heart skip a beat when he places a hand on your lower back, his palm warm even through your clothes

you especially love when you’re on a romantic dinner date and his hand in on your lower back as he leads you to your table, still holding you as he slides your chair out. you can’t stop the little giggle that bubbles in the back of your throat 

umemiya hajime ✶

gardening shirtless. there are two parts to this — one, you love that umemiya gardens and how attentive he is to his plants; two, you love when he does it shirtless. umemiya looks like he was carved by the gods and it’s always hot to watch him pull weeds, water the plants, and hum to them the sun’s making his bare skin glow 

you also like when he stands up to wipe sweat off his brow and you get to see the way the sweat glistens on his skin. it makes you contemplate dragging him away from his gardening for some personal time 

hiragi toma ✶

 comparing hand sizes. hiragi hands are so big and nimble and you especially love how big they are compared to yours. he doesn’t understand your obsession with grabbing his hand and pressing your palm against his

he indulges you whenever you ask him to compare hand sizes, fingers curling over the tips of yours. you know that his hand is bigger than yours but it makes your light-headed to see the real thing 

kaji ren ✶

stands up for you. kaji is the one to advocate for you when you won’t do it yourself and there nothing you find more appealing. there’s something so attractive about him when he tells your waiter that you didn’t order a certain item or something else like this. he’s not mean or aggressive, simply direct and firm when he does so

it makes you feel cared for and that someone is looking out for you. kaji also holds steady eye contact when he makes his request and there’s a steel to his gaze that sets your face aflame 

togame jo ✶

casual lean against the doorframe. but not just any door frame lean; togame does the book boyfriend lean, with a forearm braced against the doorframe and him slanting toward you to best listen to whatever you’re saying. he so attentive and confident when he does that you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat and your eyes involuntarily flutter when you meet his eyes. 

he also knows the effect this has on you so sometimes he’ll cage you in between the wall and his body, one arm above your head. he gives you a small lazy smirk and it has you pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss

[sugarwarachan]

andy's notes: re-watching wbk and having such intense brainrot, nfsw, mdni you know the drill

touchstarved!sakura who doesn’t understand why his body acts like a divining rod with you, always swinging in your direction, begging for attention

touchstarved!sakura who goes red as a tomato at the mere suggestion of touch. poor boy can’t even think about hugging you without immediately getting hard

touchstarved!sakura who goes still as stone the first time you take your hand in his, brain clanging like a bell at how mind-bogglingly soft and warm your skin is (he does not go home and think about your hand on his dick, absolutely not)

touchstarved!sakura who touches you like you’re made of glass, each caress of skin on skin a miracle in his eyes

touchstarved!sakura who actually whines into your neck the first time you wrap your hand around him, begging you to slow down before he finishes all over your fingers

touchstarved!sakura who goes boneless and pliant after he cums, shifting you in his lap and kissing you sweetly. “promise i’ll return the favor after my brain turns back on”

[animeficsworld]

Unspoken Strength

Sakura Haruka x Reader

Summary: Sakura has always kept his violent side hidden from his girlfriend, but when a rival group attacks, he can't hold back. What he doesn't expect is for his girlfriend to fall even harder for him.

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The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the city.

Sakura and you were walking side by side, the cool breeze tousling his hair as he stole a glance at you. He'd always been the quiet type when it came to his feelings, but he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest every time you smiled at him.

You had been together for a while now, and though you were aware of Sakura’s reputation, how he was known for his strength and his fierce rivalries, you had never actually seen him in action.

He kept that part of his life separate from the one he shared with you.

It was just the two of you tonight, strolling down the familiar route that led home when the familiar hum of a motorcycle engine interrupted the peace.

A group of thugs from a rival school had been causing trouble recently, and your heart skipped when you heard the engines grow louder, the tyres screeching as they came into view.

You tensed, instinctively stepping closer to Sakura. His eyes narrowed as he stopped walking, and the group of guys slowly circled around the two of you, leering with malicious intent.

“Looks like you’ve got a pretty little girlfriend with you, huh, Sakura?” one of them mocked, his voice dripping with disgust.

You didn’t know what had triggered this confrontation, but it was clear they weren’t just looking for trouble with him, they were targeting you.

“What do you want?” Sakura’s voice was cold, a calmness that made your stomach churn.

You had never heard him sound this way before.

The way he stood, his posture straight and unyielding, gave you the feeling that you were about to witness something intense.

“Oh, we just wanted to remind you who the real top dogs are around here,” another thug laughed. “And we thought we might have some fun with your girl while we’re at it.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as panic began to bubble up.

The leader of the group made a move toward you, reaching out to grab your arm, but before you could react, Sakura moved with a speed you hadn’t known he was capable of.

The next few moments were a blur. Sakura's movements were precise, calculated, and terrifyingly fast.

One punch and the thug who had grabbed you was sent stumbling back. A swift kick to another’s midsection sent him crashing into a nearby dumpster.

The third man didn’t even have time to blink before Sakura had him pinned, his grip on the guy’s shirt unrelenting. The rest of the group hesitated, but they quickly realised, Sakura wasn’t someone to mess with.

By the time they were retreating, tails between their legs, you stood frozen in place, your mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. Sakura turned to you, his face unreadable, as if expecting some kind of backlash.

“I-I didn’t mean to...” he started, his voice quieter than usual, filled with uncertainty. “I’m sorry, I just... I couldn’t let them hurt you.”

You looked at him, eyes wide, heart racing. He was staring down at the ground, his face flushed with shame like he feared you might hate him for what he just did.

For a moment, everything was still. You blinked, and your heart surged, something within you cracking open as you realized just how much you admired him.

Not only for his strength but also for the passion he held to protect those he cared about, even if it meant getting his hands dirty.

You walked toward him, your shoes crunching against the pavement, and when you reached him, you took his hand in yours. His gaze shot up to meet yours, searching your face for any sign of anger.

“Are you... angry?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shook your head, your heart swelling with an emotion that made your chest tight. “No. I’m not.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, clearly confused.

“You... you protected me,” you whispered, your fingers tightening around his hand. “And honestly... I think I love you even more now.”

Sakura’s eyes widened, and he stared at you as if you had just said the most unbelievable thing. "But I-" he stammered, as though the idea of you loving him after what he had just done was too much to comprehend. "I didn’t want you to see me like that. I didn’t want you to think-"

You smiled softly, brushing a few strands of hair from his face.

“I know you’re not perfect, but... that’s what makes you so amazing to me, Sakura. You care so much about protecting people, and I’m lucky enough to be one of those people. I love you, all of you.”

His eyes softened, and for the first time, you saw a vulnerability in him that he never let show. Slowly, a smile crept onto his lips, his usual tough facade cracking just a little.

“...You really mean it?”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “More than ever.”

He looked down at your joined hands, then back up at you.

And in that moment, Sakura knew that despite his hidden side, his violent reputation, and the fights he had to face, he was more than just a fighter. He was someone worthy of love.

Your love.

And that made him feel like he could take on the world.

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[the-original-skipps]

|| When you pretend you’re hiding someone from them. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

its been a literal year since ive written one of these man does time fly but i figured i might as well since a strange number of peeps came into my blog to read my old wbk stuff so heres something new hehe

Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Kaji Ren. Umemiya Hajime. Endo Yamato.

"He's coming! Hide in here...!"

❥ Sakura immediately stiffens when he hears you whispering from beyond the door. His eyes widening even more as seconds pass by as the words register in his mind. He grits his teeth, his hands turning into fists as the anger and hurt begins to course through him. The grip on the door handle is tight before he swings it open.

When he throws the door open, his eyes scan the room in a frantic hurry. He storms in. Ducking to check under the bed. Digging through your closet. Looking desperately trying to find the person you were talking to. He tries his hardest to ignore you because he doesn't know if he could control himself from lashing out. But when he's looking through every crevice of the room and finds nothing, his head snaps towards you. A loud "where are they?!" leaving his lips as he stares you down with a harsh glare.

When you eventually reveal to him that it was all just a prank. He takes him a while for the words to register in his head. When it does he fierce blush overtakes his cheeks as you try to hold back your sheepish laughter. In which he immediately snaps back at you for. Please comfort him after all this, you just gave him a scare of a lifetime. Also don't do these kinds of pranks on him ever again. He’s been through enough. 

“D-Don’t…Don’t ever do that…”

❥ Suo eyes darken as he hears the aforementioned words leave your lips. He stands completely still from the other side of the door. Listening very carefully for the potential noises a person might make in a desperate attempt to hide. He waits for a while but still he hears nothing. That's when he realizes what you're up to. A small sigh leaves his lips as he shakes his head in disbelief. The earlier frown on his face is replaced with a small smile. It's time to put on an act.

He puts on the most distraught expression he could as he opens the door. Making sure you could see how sad and hurt he is by your words. He puts on the act of looking around your room in a panic. You’d think he’d look in places such as the closet or under the bed but no. He tries to look in the kept ridiculous places. Such as inside your desk drawer or behind a picture frame. Laughter threatens to break free as he catches a glimpse of your bewildered expression. Ending it all with a dramatic, “how could you do this to me?”.

You didn’t have to reveal that it was a prank. You figured he knew from the start with how ridiculous he was acting. You’re a little disappointed it didn’t work on him but it was amusing to watch him. Suo just smiles, patting you on the head. 

“Better luck next time.”

❥ Kaji remains still as he listens to your whispers. He could feel his eyebrow twitch in annoyance the more he listens to you speak. The urge to crush the lollipop in his mouth is tempting but he holds himself back. Taking a deep breath, he slams the door open. The door slamming against the wall from the force. Even you jolt in surprise.

The blonde is a picture of cool and calm as he steps into the room. His blue eyes doing a sweep of the room before he meets your eyes with a stern look. A hint of disappointment swirling within them. He doesn't beat around the bush. He directly asks you where this person is hiding. The aura radiating off of him is deadly, the air heavy with tension. He doesn't bother looking for this person you're hiding. If they know what's good for them. They'll come out when he still has mercy.

You eventually crack under the heavy pressure. Revealing the truth to him sheepishly. Kaji huffs, pink dusting on his cheeks. To cover up his embarrassment he finds himself pulling out a new lollipop. Unwrapping it only to realize he's already sucking on one. Your laughter only fueling his embarrassment more. 

"S-Shut up, I knew it w-was a prank...!"

❥ Umemiya pauses from turning the knob of the door. His eyes slowly widening at the realization of your words. He didn't expect another person to be with you. He figured it'll be just you and him. Oh, he gets it now. So this is what you're planning. He opens the door.

Once the door opens to fully reveal himself. Umemiya doesn't waste any time pulling you into an embrace. A big bright smile on his face as he looks at you with stars in his eyes. "You guys playing hide and seek?!" Excitedly leaves his lips as he looks at you expectantly. You're absolutely dumbfounded as the ashen haired male looks around the room. Ducking under the bed, rummaging through your closet- every place he could think but still no luck in finding the person you mentioned. He scratches his head in confusion. Whoever his person was, they're very good at hiding because he swears he's looked at every possible location a human could hide in.

When you reveal to him that it was just a prank. A long "oh!" leaves his lips at the realization. He laughs along with you. He doesn't feel a slightest bit embarrassed for falling for your prank. After all, he gets to see you all happy and smiling. He completely misunderstood the whole purpose of the prank. 

"Wanna play hide and seek for reals this time? We can invite the others to play too!"

❥ Endo doesn't show any surprise or shock at your whispers. In fact, he feels a grin beginning to creep up his lips. What an unexpected turn of events! One he definitely isn't against as he clenches and unclenches his fists in excitement. So you want to play a game? Oh, he'll play alright.

You thought the door would come off its hinges by how hard Endo throws the door open. He basically skips in. An eerie grin on his face as his eyes meet yours which almost has a shiver run through you. He stands in the center of the room. "Ready or not, here I come!" he singsongs as throws the closet doors open. He basically looks in every possible location someone might be able to hide in. All the while the smile never leaving his face.

You basically had to stop him before he completely trashes your room. Quickly telling him that it's just a joke. Endo is almost disappointed when you reveal to him that its a prank. Which makes you wonder what if he actually found someone. The thought is terrifying, causing you to immediately dismiss it. Suddenly, you feel his arms wrap around you from behind as he whispers into your ear. 

"What a shame it's just a prank. Now I gotta find other ways to entertain myself. You'll help me won't you?"

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒!

✶ characters: sakura haruka, suo hayato, hajime umemiya

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

— SAKURA HARUKA

✶ we all know about his tendency to blush when it comes to something particularly tender or kind, perhaps even embarrassing. it's a habit that many members of the bofurin know by now, especially suo or nirei. but when is he with you? blushing is not so annoying anymore. haruka knows how to communicate, but often gets embarrassed doing so, especially when he has to express something to his girlfriend. talking then becomes difficult, but blushing is the solution to make you understand that he is enjoying the moment but simply does not know how to express it without seeming desperate (he is, you know it too, but it's better to make him believe that he's a strong and unbeatable boy) when he's with you he doesn't worry about having to justify his blushing, so forget about the usual justifying reactions he has with his bofurin friends! maybe it could happen sometimes with you too, but it's only because he loves you

✶ sakura's idea of love has always been quite twisted: he's never had anyone who genuinely cared about him, only people who found his behavior and especially his appearance strange. when he first met you and you complimented his eyes, he had no problem not hiding his annoyance from you. even the people in his past did the same, making him believe he was appreciated just to make the stab more painful when they turned their backs on him. but only with time, seeing your genuineness, he understood that maybe falling in love wouldn't be so painful, not this time. admitting he loved you wasn't complicated, the hard part was accepting and believing that there was finally someone who didn't disgust him. when he realize that you were interested in him too? he can call that moment the most intimate of his life

✶ the words "sakura haruka" and "relationship" have never gone together, he started having this thought as a child and as a teenager the situation certainly hasn't changed, maybe even worsened. when he met you he didn't even understand how the two words suddenly went good together, with you loving him and refusing to let go of his hand even to simply eat. sakura has never had a girlfriend and never really understood how it works with one, but with you he learned everything so quickly that already after the first month together you wondered how a boy like that had never had anyone before you. being a boyfriend, possibly the best in the world, has become so easy if it was about making you happy. even though he's a relatively closed person, he's understood that he can be calm, lovely and without barriers with you, even if breaking them is still difficult. seeing you're okay with letting him have his time only makes him fall in love even more

— SUO HAYATO

✶ although not everyone can say it, he particularly loves everything that concerns fabrics and matching clothes. even before becoming a couple you already knew how much he loved everything related to the chinese world, starting from tea and ending with the way of dressing, defined by him as particularly interesting. when you became an official cup one of the first "couple experiences" was to let you try on some of his clothes of chinese origin, choosing the ones that you considered the most beautiful or the most comfortable. spending the whole afternoon with his implied compliments is defined by both as probably the best moment you have had in the first weeks of the relationship

✶ i read somewhere that he doesn't particularly like using his phone in front of others, perhaps out of politeness or for some other unexplained reason. as friends you knew about this habit of his, but unexpectedly with you he never had problems opening his private chats, his photos gallery, even some of the few social media he has. when one afternoon you happened to be closer to his phone, he simply asked you to reply to a message that nirei had sent him asking to set a date for a training session. it surprised you a lot, but when he noticed your expression he simply explained that since you are his girlfriend he has nothing to hide or be worried about, so why forbid you from touching it?. from that moment you swore that your entire trust in the male gender was based on your boyfriend. to your boyfriend's misfortune, or maybe fortune, from that day you started taking his phone just to fill his gallery with stupid photos. he loves all of them, so is a win

✶ since you've been with him, you have no problem admitting that you think you're the safest girl in the city. hayato is so strong that sometimes you wonder if he really has a monster in his eye, because you can't explain how he can turn the tables in his favor in fights so easily. he doesn't particularly like that you've seen him fight, but it happened once when you accidentally met while you were shopping and he was on patrol with sakura. it was a pretty quick fight, but you were so surprised to see him so calm even though surrounded by so many people, some of them very cruel. he fought with sakura with his usual precision, but he can't hide the fact that he threw his punches a little harder at the boy who only tried to go towards you. a few days later you talked about this and he simply justified his actions by saying that they were natural, and that knowing you were there made him a little worried for the simple fact that he knows how bastards the guys from other gangs can be. he added that he did not doubt the fact that he knew he would not even allow you to pull out a hair

— HAJIME UMEMIYA

✶ this sweet guy has absolutely no problem showing you affection in public. what is there to hide from the world, the fact that he loves you so much? no no, the world needs to know how perfect he thinks you are. since the first day as an official couple it has been normal to have his hand intertwined with yours, his arm around your shoulders, even just his pinky on your body. no one in town asked anything about you, let's say you made your love visible even when you were just friends, so no one was surprised to see umemiya kissing you in front of the shops in town. even when he introduced you to the other bofurin as his official girlfriend, no one really reacted: hiragi's sigh was enough and he simply babbled something about how it took you so long to give each other a stupid kiss

✶ even though he's a very strong guy, even on a sentimental level, talking about his past, his family and the bofurin before becoming president was not easy. these are subjects that he considers deeply intimate, topics that only people so close to him that he could die for them know. when one evening he simply asked you if you wanted to talk about something important to him, you didn't expect to find yourself an hour later shaken by sobs, deeply sorry for everything he had gone through. you know how strong your boyfriend is, but thinking about him as a child hurt you, especially knowing now everything that was going through his mind in those moments. even though you spent the rest of the evening hugging each other and completely silent, umemiya vowed to make you his wife one day. he thought this while thinking about how much his mother would like you

✶ in bofurin many see their president as a bit of a role model, someone they know loves and protects them, a bit like a father. umemiya loves to talk about the guys in school, how he likes to see them all so united and jokingly bragging that it's thanks to him that they are like this. when he talks about it he really does sound like a father explaining his children's successes, and you sound like a married couple with children when you also comment on the things he tells you. when everyone started to understand the true bond that tied you to umemiya, in the way his gaze softened when you spoke to him, some automatically thought of taking you as a point of reference too. if umemiya trusted you, evidently you were also a kind and caring person like him. if before the boys of the bofurin had only a father, now suddenly they also had a mother: worrying about the little ones has suddenly become normal for you too, even scolding them when they did wrong actions. no one ever thought that you behaved in a wrong way, even though you were not someone with an official role in the school you protected it as if it were your home, protecting the other boys as if they were your children, even though they probably had three times your strength. if it was important to your boyfriend, it automatically was important to you too

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

sakura is possessive.

not in the stereotypical sense though. he doesn’t go “you’re mine” and litter you with marks, he doesn’t actively ruin the life of anyone who is close with you, he doesn’t guilt trip you or manipulate you into forgetting all of your activities just to stay with him. no, he would never do that.

he wraps his arms around you in the morning, clinging to you and trying to hold onto the quiet bliss that was slowly slipping from his fingers. he dreads at the idea of you breaking up with him one day. he feels strangely concerned whenever you’re a bit too comfortable with another classmate.

sometimes, when you’re treating him kindly on a bad day, he starts to cry. he doesn’t know why. he doesn’t want to know why. he thinks the reason would be that he’s not good enough for you and that he’s subconsciously guilt tripping you. and yet the familiar tears pool at his eyes whenever your eyes soften at the exhaustion in his features and an “are you okay?” leaves your lips.

sakura isn’t actually possessive. he just believes that he is.

he really just wants to be the first priority of someone for once.

[officialmiintee]

“this is it. I want to stay here forever”

[unluckilyimnot]

Things they do for you – bo furin boys

m.list | rules

Umemiya – peels clementine for you

He knows how much you love clementine. He also knows you hate having clementine’s skin under your nails. So he’s always peeling it before you can even ask for it when he sees you taking one. He gives it back to you as clean as he can and doesn’t even expect a thank you, it feels like a second nature to do so. You always kiss him, it doesn’t matter if it’s his cheek, lips or arm – you will.

Sugishita – bring you stuff from the store

If you mention that you need anything, forget to buy it or just feel like something particular – he will bring it to you. He knows which brand to take and your favorite flavors, he never misses. He’s also not shy to take things like pads for afab!reader but there you might receive a message asking for more information. It’s not rare for him to bring you anything you asked at school directly.

Nirei – order for you

He knows your order by heart, in every cafe or small restaurant you go. Knows how much sugar you take, which syrup and he’s precise on the things you take out of your order as well. But it goes to the point that he recommends things he tried that can match your taste and he’s usually right ! If you’re a picky eater, he’s extra careful because he knows it can ruin your day and he for sure doesn't want that. You’re always safe to go to the bathroom and leave it to him.

Suo – guide you

When he notices you’re on your phone or not paying attention, he instantly takes your hand or takes your arm with his so you don’t have to pay attention to what’s going on around – he’s doing it for you. You can be zoning out or simply reading on your phone – or looking for a cute cafe you can’t remember the name and he’s there, smiling softly at how cute you are, relying on him without a second thought. He loves the fact that you trust him this much, he wants you to.

Sakura – hold things for you

He doesn’t know what to do with his hands around you, so he’d rather help you instead of being awkward. With time, it just became a habit, you’re rarely seen with a bag around him, or it’s only because he already has a few himself ! It goes for your phone, sunglasses – anything ! He’s always there if you need a free hand to search for anything or if it’s too heavy for you.

Kaji – remember things for you

You don’t have to be a forgetful person, he just keeps track for you even more if you feel overwhelmed. He’s your cold head and tells you what you just said you needed or what you had to do. He also takes note of your appointment if you mention it to him and reminds you just in case.

Hiragi – carry your medicine as well

The last thing he wants is for you to feel bad, in any kind of way but if you have a specific treatment – he has it on him as well. No question asked, from a headache to an asthma attack or even painful period cramp, he has everything you need on him too so you don’t have to worry too much. He’s globally taking good care of you if you’re sick or feeling bad.

Tsubaki – put spf on you

He reminds you all the time to do it in the first place, but when you’re out together and it’s sunny he does it himself. Not on your face if you wear makeup – but if you don’t, expect him to put some on your nose and cheeks before you get bright red. He’s also taking extra care of your nape and back and you’re so thankful for that. He’s just the sweetest. If, by misfortune, you still end up with a sunburn he will put after-sun lotion on it for you too. 

Let me know if you liked it !

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ CARMEN kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids ⭢ girl, so confusing ⭢ consume (bonus) ⭢ take your mask off

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, more sakura and yn focus on this chapter, angst, flashbacks, guilt, a lot of confusion, over working, mentions of fainting, mentions of not eating, arguments, guilt, alcohol

it had been exactly a week since the girls stayed at the moons' humble home, and things had taken a strange turn, really strange.

yn returned to the dorms a couple of days later, though this time, she didn’t have much of a choice. their comeback preparations were in full swing, and her absence wasn’t an option.

but ever since their visit to yn’s family home, something felt… off. it wasn’t anything anyone could point out directly, but the shift in the air was undeniable. with everyone back together, practicing and prepping for the comeback, the strange energy became even more apparent.

yet, no one mentioned it. it was as though everyone had silently agreed to ignore the unsettling vibe that lingered between them, as if pretending it didn’t exist might make it go away.

no one noticed.

except sakura.

the first thing sakura noticed was how frazzled chaewon seemed after leaving the moon house. she had gone back to grab her phone and returned looking visibly shaken. when sakura asked what was wrong, chaewon brushed it off with a shake of her head.

the next thing she noticed was yunjin. normally the one to eagerly join in on chaewon’s rants about yn, yunjin had suddenly become... quieter. she didn’t even want to hear it anymore, shutting down conversations with comments like, "let’s just focus on this," or, "it’s really not that serious." it was strange, yunjin had always been vocal when it came to their shared thoughts about yn.

well, all of them except for kazuha, sakura thought.

but now, it seemed like yunjin was distancing herself from anything related to yn, actively changing the subject whenever her name came up. sakura couldn’t fathom what could have caused the sudden shift. what happened at the moon house that had made yunjin so... different?

sakura didn’t know where she found the courage, but she finally asked yunjin what was going on with her. the younger girl’s response was short and cryptic, “we’re a group, we should act like it.”

whatever that means.

you see, sakura had worked incredibly hard to get to where she was now, and she continued to push herself every single day. that was her problem with yn.

yn was the embodiment of having it easy. the brand deals, the fans, the love, it all seemed to fall into her lap without much effort. sometimes, it looked like she didn’t even have to try. she just had it, effortlessly shining in a way that made it hard to look away.

sakura liked to call her teruhashi. whenever yn asked what she meant by that, sakura would just laugh it off, shaking her head like it was some inside joke yn wouldn’t understand.

so yeah, sakura felt like she had every right to feel the way she did about yn. everyone in the group had put in years of hard work to get here, sacrificing everything to make it. and then came her—this rich girl whose dad conveniently got shares in the company, who was plopped into the group last minute before debut, only to become the most popular member overnight.

it wasn’t fair.

the room was filled with heavy breaths, the squeak of sneakers against the floor, and the steady rhythm of the music.

"one, two, three, four, all the girls are—"

"sakura, straighten your arms. make sure your lines are clean," the choreographer called out, scanning the group. "actually, all of you— wait, yn, come here."

they gestured for yn to step forward before turning back to the others. "this. this is exactly how you should be doing it."

"can you demonstrate?" the choreographer asked, turning to yn.

all eyes were on her now.

she stood there, unfazed, wearing bedazzled sunglasses so dark it was a mystery if she could even see. paired with baggy pink sweatpants, a top that barely passed as a shirt, more like a bikini top and, of all things, a pair of low moon boots.

what the hell is she wearing? chaewon had muttered under her breath when they left the dorm that morning and how does someone where that and still look good yn did, gosh she was a mess, a mess who was still the best in the room.

she unpaused the music, and immediately, yn started moving.

yn was versatile. no matter what concept was thrown at them, she adapted effortlessly, slipping into each one like it was made for her. sakura wasn’t going to lie, she had to mentally prepare every time they switched concepts, had to push herself to embody something new.

so watching yn do it so easily… it always made her feel a certain way.

like now.

the choreographer clapped after yn finished the part she instructed her to do, “that’s exactly how I want you guys to do it, keep your eyes on yn for now on.”

sakura kept her eyes on yn the whole time, noticing how the girl didn’t seem all that pleased with the choreographer’s praise.

why was that? if it were her, she’d be basking in it.

“yn you can go back, let’s start from the top.”

the rest of practice was a disaster, not in terms of their dancing, but the energy in the room. it didn’t feel like teamwork. it felt like competition.

sakura didn’t just want to match yn’s movements. she wanted to surpass them, but she couldn’t and that was the problem.

sighs of relief filled the room as the girls took sips of water, exhaustion settling in while they packed up their things.

sakura slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave, when she noticed something, yn was the only one who hadn’t packed up yet.

she stood alone in the corner, quietly sipping water from the dispenser, as if in no rush to leave.

sakura wasn’t the only one who noticed.

she watched as kazuha’s gaze landed on yn, her brows furrowing as she said something to her. whatever it was, sakura couldn’t make it out over the chatter of the other girls.

her curiosity only grew when kazuha suddenly shook her head, turning away from yn and heading back toward the group.

"let’s go," she muttered, not looking back.

"wait, wait, what’s up with yn?" sakura asked as the rest of the girls filed out of the room.

kazuha let out an annoyed sigh. "she’s staying to practice more. said she’ll be home in an hour, but knowing her, that probably means tomorrow."

"hasn’t she done enough?" sakura scoffed. "she already embarrassed us today. does she even realize we’re supposed to be on the same level?"

if yn wanted to be that good, maybe she should’ve just been a soloist.

kazuha opened her mouth to respond, but she just let out a sigh and shook her head.

most nights, sakura was the first to head to bed or at least the first to retreat to her room.

but not tonight.

it was nearly 1 a.m., and instead of sleeping, she sat on the couch, mindlessly watching netflix, barely paying attention to the time.

she flinched at the sound of the front door creaking open, instinctively pulling her blanket tighter around herself.

she had just finished a horror movie and was already onto the next so this was definitely not an ideal situation.

sloppy foot steps was heard making her furrow her eyebrows until it hit her, yn.

yn came into view, the sunglasses she had worn earlier now gone, revealing tired, red rimmed eyes. an oversized sweater hung loosely over her frame, swallowing her up.

she stumbled slightly as she walked through the entryway, one hand reaching out to the wall for support.

"yn?" sakura called out, her voice laced with confusion.

yn looked up at her, her eyes barely open. when she saw sakura, they widened in surprise. "um..." she mumbled, unsure of how to respond.

“I thought you came back hours ago, were you still practicing?” sakura questioned, yn’s whole body language setting alarms in her head, “how did you even get back?”

“it was one of my family’s drivers. It doesn’t matter what time, it's their job." yn mumbled, her words barely audible as she completely avoided sakura’s eyes.

"that sounds pretty privileged," sakura scoffed, her tone sharp with disbelief.

"it was either that, or I would’ve passed out with no one around to help." yn snapped back, her words laced with frustration.

"huh?" sakura muttered, finally noticing the hospital bracelet wrapped around yn’s wrist. "yn... were you just at the hospital?"

"what does it look like?" the younger girl shot back, heading toward the kitchen without a second glance.

sakura followed her without hesitation. “what? how? why?”

yn opened the fridge and grabbed a cold water bottle. “you know, the usual, undereating, overworking.”

“the usual?” sakura echoed, disbelief creeping into her voice.

yn let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the counter. “why do you even care?”

"because one of my members was just in the hospital, didn’t contact any of us, and then just casually calls it the usual?"sakura shot back, her frustration clear, “why would I not care?”

"because it is the usual. not my fault you haven’t noticed," yn shot back, her voice tinged with irritation. "and why would you not care? because you haven’t before, sue me."

sakura let out a frustrated sigh. "yn... this is different. this is important. this is your health."

yn shook her head, taking another sip from her water bottle. "it really isn’t different. with all the stuff you say about me, all the things you probably think about me, why on earth would you care about this?"

“yn-”

"well, since you’ve gotten me started, I guess I should finish, right?" yn cut her off, taking another sip of water, her movements sluggish like someone trying to sober up. "you know, you were probably the one who hurt me the most." after chaewon of course but she wasn’t going to say that out loud.

sakura furrowed her brow, confusion flooding her expression as yn continued. "I mean, you’re the older, motherly one who takes care of everyone... but you never even batted an eye at me. so, sorry for being freaked out right now by you suddenly caring."

the words hit sakura like a punch to the gut. she felt a sharp pang in her chest, she didn’t know how to respond.

"and when I found out you and chaewon were former idols, I thought, great, I have someone older who can guide me through this crazy industry," yn rambled, her voice thick with frustration. "but I guess I’m just too rich and perfect for that. instead, I had you laughing along with everyone else while old men belittled me."

sakura opened her mouth, but no words came out. it felt like everything yn said was just pouring out, and she was left speechless.

yn leaned further against the counter, taking another sip of water, and sakura couldn't shake the thought, was that even water?

"maybe it’s just me being dumb and craving that mother figure but it was such a shock for me," yn continued, "because when I was at sm, the girls I was with took care of me so well. you know aespa, right? you probably know I was supposed to debut with them?"

sakura nodded, her mind numb, her stomach sinking. guilt consumed her, she felt sick.

“yn-”

"did you also know I was forced out of the lineup because of my father?" yn’s words were laced with venom, and sakura flinched, the sharpness stinging her more than she expected. "I don’t want to be in this group as much as you don’t want me here."

"yn-"

"I have a question for you, unnie," yn said, dragging out "unnie" with a mocking tone. "do you hate me, or is it your insecurities getting the best of you?"

sakura was speechless. yn was right. yn was rich, pleasant, and constantly praised, yet that was just the surface, what sakura had seen from the outside. she didn’t know the full story, but the proof was standing right in front of her.

sakura wanted to be her in some ways, and that desire had only gotten in the way of building a connection with her.

"yn… I-"

"what’s going on?" chaewon’s voice broke through the tension, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she stepped into the kitchen. "I heard noise—what the hell, did you just get here?" her words were aimed at yn, who just shook her head, walking past chaewon and down the hall.

sakura’s gaze lingered down the hall where yn had disappeared, her chest heavy. chaewon’s questioning tone snapped her back to the moment. "what happened?"

a lump grew in sakura’s throat as she struggled to find the words. "um, nothing. just go back to bed."

she finally understood yunjin.