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niki-phoria · 1 year

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pairing: sunghoon x trans male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 679

includes: established relationship, just fluffy cuddles

a/n: felt like shit today bc of shark week so i wrote some hoon comfort to make myself feel better

likes, comments, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated <33

warnings: pre-op reader, dysphoria, overuse of binders, period pain/discomfort

sunghoon sits down on the edge of your bed beside you, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. you shift slightly to look up at him as he softly smiles down at you. “how are you feeling, love?” he whispers.

you simply groan in response. another sharp pain shoots through your body, making you curl even further into yourself.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows, reaching down to rub a comforting hand against your back. his hand slips underneath the thin fabric of his stolen t-shirt to gently massage your bare skin. his lips quirk into a small frown when he notices the binder tightly around your chest though he pushes his concerns away momentarily. “i brought you some snacks and a plush.”

you muster up the strength to look up at him, propping yourself up against your crossed arms. “you did?”

sunghoon softly smiles down at you before reaching over to grab the plastic convenience store bag you hadn’t realized he had brought. you smile brightly at him when he pulls out a small, penguin plush before handing it over to you.

he chuckles when you immediately hold your arms out. you cradle it against your chest; letting your head fall back against your pillows. the fleece feels soft against your skin. it smells like a mixture of sunghoon’s cologne and the plastic packaging it was likely shipped to the convenience store in. “it’s so cute!”

“i’m glad you like it,” sunghoon smiles. the snacks he brought sit sprawled across your bedside table. he wanders around to the other edge of your bed; sliding underneath your blankets to lay down beside you.

you roll onto your side to lean your head against his chest - still holding the penguin in your arms. sunghoon leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. his arm rests comfortably around your waist, slipping underneath the fabric of your shirt once again.

your attention returns to the still-ongoing drama on your tv. “jagi,” sunghoon whispers as the episode comes to an end - the credits slowly beginning to overtake the screen.

you sleepily blink up at him. “hm?”

“how long have you been wearing your binder?”

you fall silent. shame slowly begins to spread through you. you look away from sunghoon to stare at the blanket in front of you instead; hands still tightly gripping the penguin against your chest.

“i’m not upset,” he murmurs. “i’m just worried. i don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“i know, i just…” you sigh, moving to lean against his chest once again. you let the rhythmic beating of his heart calm your own racing nerves as you search for the perfect words to describe exactly how you feel. “i feel bad about myself and… wearing it makes me feel better.”

sunghoon gently reaches down to tilt your face up so you’re looking up at him once again. he brushes his thumb against your cheek before gently pulling you upwards into a sweet kiss. you rest your foreheads together when you pull away. “y/n, you’re the most handsome boy i’ve ever seen,” he murmurs. “you mean everything to me. i’m in love with you. nothing will ever change that.”

you frantically blink your stray tears away at his sweet words. sunghoon leans in, peppering small kisses all over your face. you laugh; squirming slightly at the ticklish feeling. “i love you too, hoon,” you smile.

you sit up, momentarily setting the penguin aside. “can you close your eyes please?”

sunghoon nods, bringing a hand up to cover his face before he turns to face the wall. you stifle a small laugh before quickly removing your binder from underneath your t-shirt. “i’m done,” you say once you finish.

sunghoon shifts to lay down beside you, letting you snuggle back against his side. you raise the remote up to press play on the drama. he hands you the penguin to hold against your chest once again. he leans down to kiss your forehead, softly smiling at you. “i love you,” he whispers.

“i love you too,” you mumble.

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shintorikhazumi · 7 years

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Teachers and Brass Bands Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Sensei?!, Reina, The girl with the trumpet and Asuka, Goddess of the euphonium

Disclaimer: I don't even think i need this if everyone knows i don't own nothing, anything

A/N: I reread before posting to put spacing between scenes... and I saw how bad I am... wow... It feels like here are so many holes everywhere, thoughts are unexplained and strewn about... WOW. Good luck me and all those who read?

Will you enjoy?

Enjoy?

Oh, and this will be the only speedy update here :P... I’ll probably update it weekly or after longer periods of time... welp, Go?

Oh! And thank you @youcansuckmycobra @mrs-kagari @emutant @taki-sensei and @melphis-amekia for reblogging ^_^ I appreciate it, and to all those who liked it.

Enjoy.

~Shintori Khazumi

Teachers and Brass Bands

Chapter 1: Sensei?!, Reina, The girl with the trumpet and Asuka, Goddess of the euphonium

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The door to the room slid open, Taki entering and cleared his throat to address the entire population.

"Ehemm… students, your attention please, I would like you all to meet someone." He motioned to the figure hiding behind the door, to come in.

Kumiko walked in, feeling the pressure as if a million eyes were staring at her. The room was filled with awkward silence as the only sound that resounded was that of her footsteps.

Once Kumiko had reached the front, she heard someone ask a question. "Taki sensei…" the young man said. "…Transfer student?"

"Pffffft… aha…" Taki did his best to hold in his amusement and tried to stay professional in front of his students. 'transfer student.' "T-trans… he said you're a…"

"Don't you dare laugh, Taki." Kumiko sent a cold look at him, pinching him on his side.

"Taki?" The students looked at Kumiko, the girl who just called their teacher so… what's-the-word, with no respect whatsoever. "Oi transfer student, we don't know how it went for you at your old school, but show a little respect for your teachers!" the boy from earlier exclaimed, not liking how Kumiko addressed their teacher.

"Yeah!" Almost everyone chorused, some too uninterested to join in.

"You sure are loved, Taki…" Kumiko whispered.

"Um… guys actually…" Taki tried to insert, but he was ultimately ignored.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, getting' all cocky since you're a transfer student and all."

"Yeah!" Kumiko felt a vein pop in annoyance. These kids… so far they haven't been making a very good impression on Kumiko. 'I hope you can make up for this blunder with your talent' she thought. 'and what are you guys? Short tempered kids?'

"Guys!" Taki tried again but was shot down. "This is getting out of hand… and here I was only supposed to introduce Kumiko…" Taki covered his face with his hand.

"Even we- who didn't have any plans, goals or dreams for the future, a pathetic bunch- were helped by him, so…"

"Guys listen to me!" Taki tried again getting slightly annoyed. Sure he knew that most Kitauji students had a short fuse, but still… this feels like an overly dramatic plot that shouldn't have gone like this because it feels awkward…

"… the least you could do is respect him!"

A fist suddenly banged loudly on the wall catching everyone's attention. "Everyone! Take seat. NOW." Taki said in a commanding tone. 'was I always this loved?'

"Yes sir." They all replied in fear and took seat as Taki beckoned Kumiko to stand nearer beside him.

Taki cleared his throat once more. "Everyone, I would like you to meet Oumae Kumiko. She'll be joining us for the rest of the school year and hopefully in the following years to come. Be kind to her, kay?" He eyed each and every person then turns to Kumiko mouthing to her 'your turn'.

Kumiko nods and turns to her audience, bowing before beginning. "Hi. I'm Oumae Kumiko and due to certain arrangements …" She glares at Taki for a bit as she emphasizes the word. "… I'll be joining you. It's nice to meet you." Kumiko bows again.

Everyone is still annoyed with her and just sends her glares and cold stares.

"Now, now everyone can't we all just be friends?" A girl- in her third year, Kumiko deduced- stood up and told everyone. Turning to Kumiko, she introduced herself. "Hi. I am Ogasawara Haruka, the club president. It's very ni- It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Kumiko shook her head, but couldn't stop thinking 'Why did she correct herself?'.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flash and the next thing she knew, another student was tickling her. "Ah… hahaha… s-stop! W-wait ahahah s-stop! help meeee!" Kumiko laughed out loud.

"Ohoho? So the transfer student is ticklish,huh?" A girl with glasses laughed along with the gasping Kumiko.

"Asuka!" Haruka cried. "Stop that!"

"Eh? But it's fun!" The said girl replied, unrelenting.

"T-Taki… H-help…" Kumiko managed to breathe out.

"Oh!" Taki put his fist to his palm. "I forgot to tell you guys this but…" Everyone turned their attention to him

"But?"

"Kumiko here is actually your new teacher who will be taking turns with me in teaching your English and music classes, as well as being the assistant advisor of the band!" Taki informed them happily while clapping his hands together.

"Eh?" Everyone was quiet. Asuka had stopped tickling the helpless Kumiko.

"EHHHH?!"

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The next few moments of Kumiko's life, she found them very embarrassing and awkward. 'Almost' all the members of the band had knelt before her and apologized. It had been about ten minutes since Taki revealed that she was actually a teacher. 'He should have said it earlier then we all would've avoided this misunderstanding.

"Guys… I already said it was ok, didn't I" Kumiko looked away from the pleading eyes and puppy faces- or was it pleading faces and puppy eyes?- of her students.

'Students, huh?' Kumiko smiled warmly at that thought.

"Alright you lot, it's time for practice!" Kumiko said in a faux-stern voice. "Show me what you can do." She commanded.

The students lifted their heads from the floor and looked at Kumiko to which she gave them a bright smile. "Do your best."

"Y-yes!"

In all her fifteen-going sixteen- years of listening to classical music, Kumiko never thought that it could make her feel anything but relaxation and peace, that is, until now.

"Stop, stop, stop!" She said frustrated. It was probably the tenth time they had stopped in the last six minutes and thirty-two seconds. She was stressed, frustrated, irritated, annoyed, slightly mad, the keyword being slightly- but not at her students, rather at the music- yet also felt pity for the students, All the things that classical music shouldn't make you feel.

"Hah… I can't believe this… Takiiii…." Kumiko whined childishly at her friend, forgetting she was still in front of her students.

'So cute…'

"Anyway," Taki cleared his throat." Seeing how Kumiko-sensei-"

"Sensei?" Kumiko felt weird being addressed in such a way.

"-is reacting, we will divide into sectionals. Kumiko-sensei will watch over the Bass and Trumpet sections. Is that okay with everyone?"

"Yes!"

"yes…"

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The stare off seemed to be going on forever, but Kumiko's uncontrolled commenting broke off the silence.

"Natsuki?!" She exclaimed, surprised that her co-worker, not to mention friend from her part-time job, went to school where she was going to teach. 'Though I guess we're no longer co-workers since I quit.'

"Kumiko… what…"

"You know each other?" A short haired girl sitting beside Kumiko asked. They were about to do introductions as the section gathered, but as Natsuki approached, Kumiko was pleasantly surprised.

"Y-yeah sort of…" Silence ensued once more.

"So…" Kumiko began.

"So…?" Attentive stares were thrown at Kumiko.

"You're the bass section, huh?" Her statement was met with silence.

"How 'bout introducing yourselves to me?" It was more of a question than anything for Kumiko. These people just continued to stare at her. "Guys?"

"Oh! Yes, sure… sure." Said a little blond with curly hair. "Sorry about that. I'm Kawashima-"

"Sapphire." The short-haired brunette beside Kumiko interrupted.

"I told you to call me Midori!" The girl fumed, though her little rant was only outright adorable. "Anyway," She said calming down. "Kawashima Midori on Contrabass." She finished her introduction.

"Contrabass? You?" Kumiko quickly covered her mouth. "S-sorry. I didn't mean it in an offending way." She apologized.

"It's okay, sensei!" The girl replied cheerily.

"Sensei…" Kumiko muttered. Somehow, she just couldn't get used to being called that.

"Gotou Takuya, I play tuba and this is Nagase Riko, also on tuba." The only male in the section spoke, gesturing to the third year tuba player beside him.

"It's nice to meet you." She smiled at Kumiko.

"Nice to meet you too." Kumiko replied. "Now… who's next?"

"Ah! Me! Me! Katou Hazuki on the tuba, just call me Hazuki, sensei." The girl with shining eyes who had been sitting beside Kumiko from the start introduced herself.

"S-sensei again…" Kumiko hung her head low. "Next?" Without looking up, she felt a strange presence behind her and shot op from her seat, successfully hitting her head against someone's jaw.

"Ouch~ Sensei… that hurt, you know!"

'A beauty' was all Kumiko could think of. The girl she just hit with her head was a real beau- wait.

"Ah! You're the one who tickled me!" Kumiko pointed accusingly at the glasses wearing female.

"HI! Asuka here, the goddess of the euphonium!" She bowed dramatically.

"And your last name?" Kumiko asked, not wanting to call this person who invaded her personal space, by her first name.

"Asuka's fine."

"Nah, I'd prefer to stay formal rather than casual." Kumiko replied.

"Even if you call Taki-sensei so familiarly?"

"We've been friends for a long time, so it doesn't count, also I don't use his first name.." Kumiko replied not missing a beat.

"Aww… still."

"Fine-"

"Yey!"

"-Next please."

"Huh? Don't ignore me Kumiko-sensei~!"

"What." Kumiko said coldly.

"Wah… sensei can be scary if she wants to." Natsuki commented, seemingly uninterested in the conversation.

"No need to sarcastically praise me for my nonexistent abilities, Natsuki. Not that my abilities are nonexistent." Kumiko replied, but then looked at the girl expectantly.

"What?" She seemed to have noticed Kumiko's eyes on her. "I don't need to introduce myself to you anymore since you already know me."

"Formalities Natsuki, Formalities." Kumiko told her. The girl in question, sighed.

"Hah… fine. Nakagawa Natsuki, euphonium. Me and Kumiko used to do part-time work together at this café and that's how we met." She introduced, answering the unspoken question as well.

"Ah." Everyone else commented dryly.

"Oh and Sensei…" Natsuki said, laying heavy emphasis on the word sensei.

"Hai?"

"Asuka-senpai's last name is Tanaka."

"Thank you Natsuki." Kumiko bowed solemnly.

"Natsuki-chan! Why?!" Asuka cried. "Anyway, now that formalities are done..." She recovered, much too fast for Kumiko's liking. "Let's practice." Kumiko just stared. How this normally eccentric girl could do a total one-eighty into an actually serious person was too good to be true.

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"I'm dreaming, right?"

"Huh?"

The practice went on for a few minutes and Kumiko picked up on a few things. Firstly, Hazuki was a total beginner, but could turn out good with a little coaching. Natsuki seemed to be uninterested, but the talent was there, just that she needed to practice. Sapph- Midori was surprisingly excellent on contrabass, Gotou and Riko were good enough, but could do better and…

"You weren't kidding when you said you were the goddess of the euphonium." Kumiko blurted out after listening to Asuka's flawless performance. Quickly replacing her shock with a smile she congratulated them for at least an on-par performance with regular band members of prestigious schools for people who just started practicing. "Good job."

"Heh… I personally think we could have done better though." Asuka said

'I do agree with that.' Kumiko thought.

"And yes, I wasn't kidding about being amazing!" Asuka laughed returning to her annoying state, as Kumiko labeled her.

"At least you make up for your personality with your talent." Kumiko sighed tiredly, realizing it was about time she went to check on the trumpets. "Well, I'll be going now." She stood up to leave but was stopped by Asuka.

"Sensei… how 'bout you give us a sample first of how you play. I mean, you must have been assigned to the bass section because you could play something in it, right?" Asuka said. "I mean, normally, Taki-sensei would just let me take care of it. So, what do you play? Contrabass? Tuba? Euphonium?"

Kumiko didn't turn back. "Maybe some other time, Tanaka-san." Kumiko closed the door behind her.

"Asuka… you pushed a little too far on a sensitive subject." Natsuki stated, staring out the window.

"What? Why do you say that?" She asked innocently.

"Here." Natsuki threw a magazine she got from her bag at Asuka who caught it swiftly. "Turn to page fifty, on the special article, well not that you'd need to. It's on the front page anyway." Natsuki said without looking away from the window. It had started to rain.

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Kumiko walked briskly down the halls, slightly irritated though she did not know why. 'Is it because she reminded me of my past?' Kumiko shook her head. "I thought I had gotten over that."

"Gotten over what, sensei?"

"Gah!" Kumiko jumped at the sound of the voice.

"Sorry." Kumiko turned to see the source of the voice, her mouth turned agape and she stared openly, shamelessly. 'Now that's a beauty'

"Sensei?" Kumiko then realized that it was the girl who had plagued her mind that afternoon. Onyx hair, eyes the color of lilac.

"Hi." Kumiko muttered dumbly.

The girl tilted her head to the side in question. "Hi?"

"Ah! Um… Sorry about that I was just admiring how you looked and your fingers how they would look good if you held a trumpet and how it might sound awesome and…" Kumiko rambled.

"How did you know I played the trumpet?" The girl asked, not creeped out, rather she was interested.

"I didn't… lucky guess?" Kumiko replied, once more staring at the girl.

"Sensei, shall we go to the trumpets section? Actually, I was sent to get you." She told Kumiko as she grabbed her hand, not knowing the effect she had on her new teacher.

'She's- She's holding… we're holding hands! Not to mention her hand is so warm and soft and smooth and delicate to the touch and… and'

"Sensei, we're here." The girl dropped Kumiko's hand as she dropped out of her pleasant cloud nine.

"Ah, yeah."

They slid the door open and found all the members seated and one of them stood up to greet Kumiko.

"Hi, I'm Nakasaeko Kaori. The leader of the trumpet section. It's nice to meet you Oumae-sensei." Kumiko thought she was nice. This person gave off the feeling of being responsible and not to mention, seemed like the popular-with-kouhai type.

"It's nice to meet you too." Kumiko shook her hand.

Kaori introduced all the members and Kumiko found out the name of the girl who had caught her undivided attention. 'Kousaka Reina' Kumiko smiled as she thought of the name. 'Reina' Kumiko recalled a country where the word "REYNA"-though spelled differently, it was pronounced similarly- meant queen. 'How fitting. She's just like a queen. For me that is.' Kumiko blushed at her own thoughts.

(A/N: Of course "REYNA" is a Filipino word and it DOES mean queen in filipino. Teehee :P Anyway, clever, right? Okay I know it's not. No need to tell me it's not… I'm sorry I'm not a genius like Kumiko T-T Don't judge me! You don't know what my grades are like!)

"Anyway, sensei… can you please listen to our performance and give us a few tips for improvement?" Kaori smiled.

"Ah… yeah." Kumiko replied, remembering the actual reason on why she went there. "Please start."

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After Kumiko had assessed each student on their playing as an individual and as a group, she began to give them tips.

"You there… umm… sorry I'm still not so familiar with your names. Can you follow this as the position of your mouth? I think the way you're blowing is hard." She approached the girl and helped her reposition her mouth. "Good. Now blow and play this section for me, will you?" Kumiko pointed to a certain part that she knew this girl had a problem with.

"Okay." Once she started playing, her eyes widened in surprise. After playing she turned to Kumiko and hugged her on impulse.

"Thank you sensei! That sounded way better than I thought it would."

"True, it sounded better." Kaori smiled at Kumiko in admiration. "Sensei could you give me tips as well? I want to play in these certain intervals more smoothly. Sometimes I notice that I break my flow."

"Ah yeah. For this, I think you should try…"

As Kumiko finished with each player, she felt a hand dragging her to the corner of the room. She turned to see a grinning Taki.

"So? How's it feel? You looked like a real teacher back there. Have you considered teaching them? You already seem pretty attached."

Kumiko blushed. She was having such a fun-fun? was that it? She was having a fun time? Doing something like this, things that reminded her of that scarring failure in the pa-

"You really do love music, Kumiko." Taki laughed good-naturedly.

Kumiko smiled back. "I guess I do."

"So? Will you teach them?"

"Sure. Though it wasn't because I was impressed of their talent, rather I feel compelled to help out your sorry butt, Taki." Kumiko said laughing at Taki's hurt look, but quickly quieted down as her eyes became downcast. "But Taki… earlier, someone asked me to play. I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"Hmmm." Taki pondered for a bit. "You know, despite how they are, looking bored and uninterested with no drive, they- these kids really love music. Sooner or later, I think more students are going to ask you to play. You'll have to do that sooner or later." Taki told Kumiko quietly.

"Yeah." She replied as she kept looking at the students who were excitedly exercising the new techniques she taught them and played happily as they saw how they played and how it sounded so beautiful. Music truly was a beautifully scary thing. "I know."

"Well, I've finished up with the other sections, let's go back to ensemble." Taki told everyone.

"Yes!"

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Walking back was no easy feat, especially for a very preoccupied Kumiko. Taki laughed at her expense as she bumped into a wall for the fifth time that afternoon.

"It's not funny…" Was all Kumiko could get out.

Upon arriving in the clubroom, everyone was seated and waiting for their teachers' instructions.

"Ok everyone, we'll do two rounds as a whole since it seems to be getting late and in a few minutes we will separate and go home." Taki announced. The band members complied and played their piece which sounded significantly better than earlier, in Kumiko's opinion.

'I guess they do have the talent.' Kumiko smiled proudly. 'Well I wouldn't expect any less from Taki and my students… MY students.' the word made Kumiko feel a bit embarrassed as she realized that she had acknowledged herself as something she denied so badly. 'I guess it isn't that bad.'

After the second round, everyone started fixing their things… Kumiko was about to head out until a student spoke up.

"Oumae-sensei!" He raised his hand, trying to get the girl's attention.

"Yes?" Kumiko asked, surprised to say the least that her student needed her for something.

"Question if you don't mind?" Kumiko nodded.

"Do you play any instruments?" He asked. Kumiko suddenly felt her hands and body go stiff. "Um sensei? I was asking-"

"I know, I heard." Kumiko said, words tight in her throat. There were just some things that she did not want to remember.

"Sensei!" Another asked "Can you give us a sample? We want to see you play, that is if you know how to." A female from across the room said.

Kumiko felt her left eye twitch and her body flinch when she saw them passing her a trumpet. That dreaded instrument that Kumiko left behind, though with Asuka looking at her in a funny way, she felt even more nervous.

"Don't be silly you guys." The glasses-girl spoke up. "Sensei here won't play the trumpet, she'll play this…" Asuka pulled out something from her bag and tossed it to Kumiko. A magazine. One that was issued several years ago. On the cover, it had the words "Fallen Genius Goddess of the Euphonium…"

"Oumae Kumiko"

"She plays the euphonium and is or at least she was the world's greatest euphonium player, isn't that right… sensei?" Asuka looked at Kumiko and she could've sworn she saw Natsuki mouth an 'I'm so sorry'. Kumiko smiled. She saw her vision shifting to the door and the next thing she knew, she wasn't even in the room anymore.

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A/N: Ok so not good, huh? Sorry. This is old material, and I’m too occupied to redo it. Please review on what you think, thankiee… I need to do my assignments now so… toodles. Oh and if you don't get the end, Kumiko ran away. Sorry it felt rushed. :(

~Shintori Khazumi

#fanfic #H!E #hibike! euphonium #TaBB

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