#while scratch is fine i dont like that he can comment and read comments no matter how safe the site is

[cephalonheadquarters]

internet safety is a wonderful thing and so important and i love being safe online soooooo much

[lustfulslxt]

ok, hear me out. so reader decides to try out the red nail theory and shows them to matt, and he freaking adores them, but adores the marks they leave on his back even more😏😏idk if you dont wanna thats completely fine, but i just got red nails for the holidays and all i can think about is scratching up matts back...

Say Thanks - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : smut, filthy matthew

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It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my nails done, and I so badly want to go get them done right now. However, bills exist and with my roommate moving out, everything’s been piled on top of me all at once. It’s stressful to say the least, but I just need to find my footing. It’s not that I can’t afford it, I just have a really bad spending habit, that I didn’t realize is an actual issue until a couple of weeks ago. I used to just work, pay my portion of the bills, save a bit of money, then blow the rest of it on whatever I wanted. Now, I just have to learn to budget.

Saying that, I’ve not really been going out of my way to splurge on things that make me feel good. I’ll get back to eventually, but unfortunately, I can’t afford to right now.

Despite knowing that I should focus on getting my money right, I can’t help but look into my spare cash, crossing my fingers in hopes that I have enough. Before I can even begin counting, my phone flashes and vibrates, indicating I have a new notification.

Matt sent you $100 for your nails❣️.

My eyes widen, a gasp leaving my mouth as I read the words displayed on the screen. Immediately, I’m facetiming Matt.

“Hey.” He answers, instantly, a knowing grin on his lips.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me mister. Why did you just send me money?” I question, glaring at him through the screen.

“Hmm. I’m pretty sure I said it’s for your nails.” He answers, then continues, “You can say you don’t need it all you want, but I know how bad you’ve been wanting to get them done. And if you haven’t, then you just can’t right now. Which is why I wanna do it for you.”

“Matt-“

He cuts me off, “Y/N, shut up and accept my offering. Come over after you get them done?”

“Fine.” I sigh, giving in.

“Great, I can’t wait to see them. Maybe then you can show me just how thankful you are.” He suggests, his lips wide with a smirk.

My jaw drops at his proposal, completely bewildered at his comment, the underlying meaning far from missed. I can’t help but bite my lip as I look away from the screen, my skin ultimately flushing.

“I already scheduled your appointment with Analysse. She’ll be there in fifteen. I expect to see you no later than an hour and a half.” He informs me.

“Yes sir.” I say, unable to prevent the smile that pulls itself to my lips. “Thanks, Matty.”

“Of course, doll. I’ll see you soon.”

With that, we hang up and I’m left to sit in my puddle of confusion and eagerness. Matt and I are only friends. There’s always times where we’re flirty and we’ve always been close, physical touch being our love language. However, his actions and statements today threw me for a loop. I’m sure I’m not misinterpreting it, he seemed very suggestive. Honestly, I don’t even mind that, I just don’t know if he’s only messing with me or if he’s serious. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Analysse greets me, unpacking her supplies.

“I’ve been good, just learning to adjust to new things. How have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since I last seen you.” I reply, sitting on the opposite side of the desk.

“I know! It’s been so long! I’ve been great though. Just living life and doing what I love.” She nods, a smile blossoming on her face.

“That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear.”

“Thank you. So, what are we thinking?” She asks me, all her supplies laid out in front of us.

“Probably just a simple red, maybe like medium length. Hm, not too long but long enough to leave marks.” I explain, smirking at the thought of digging my nails into Matt’s back.

“Ouu, okay.” She giggles, grabbing my hands to prep my nails. “So, are we talking about Matt? I mean, he is the one that reached out to me to book this appointment for you.”

I can’t help the warmth that rushes to my cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get my nails done again. Life just hasn’t been working in my favor.” She nods in understandment, listening to me rant. “Let’s just say, he’s got me thinking about a lot.”

Her mouth opens, laughter pouring out of it, “Oh, I get you. We’ve all had one of those.”

We continue talking and sharing stories as she does my nails. The conversation goes from boys, to makeup, to careers, to food, and just about everything under the sun. Once she’s done, I pay and tip her, and bid her on her way.

Since I still have some time before I have to be over at Matt’s, I decide to take a shower to freshen up. Seeing as I really only had around an extra thirty minutes, I decide to make it quick. I swiftly wash up and rinse off, hurrying out to dry off and get dressed. After applying deodorant and lotion, I slip on my shoes and grab my phone and keys, then I’m out the door.

It only takes me eight minutes to get to Matt’s house, so when I arrive, I’m eagerly making my way inside. We’ve been friends for eons, hence why I have my own key. Upon walking in, I instantly make my way upstairs and head back to his room. As soon as I open his door, his attention is on me.

“You’re late.” He states, his voice stern.

“Only by four minutes.” I shrug, joining him on his bed.

“Four minutes is still late.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Won’t happen again, I promise.” I grin, tossing my hands up in defense.

He doesn’t say anything, only smirks as he grabs my hands to observe the nails he paid for. He plays with my fingers, looking at each individual nail, as if inspecting to see if there were any flaws. They were perfect.

“I love them, they look good.” He tells me, his voice now husky.

I look from my hands to his face, his eyes already being on me. His hands never leave my own, his warm fingers brushing back and forth over mine. The intensity of his stare has me clenching my thighs together in need. I don’t knew where this is coming from, but I want him bad.

“They’d look even better wrapped around my cock.” He whispers, his voice deep and raspy, placing one of my hands on his lap.

Only then, did I notice the growing bulge beneath his pants. His cargos now restricting his hard on, keeping it caged in below the fabric. I could feel him pulsating through the clothing, his erection rock solid. My mouth opened and close, suddenly unable to find words to speak.

“Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are?” He taunts, his gaze unwavering.

“Did you have a favor in mind?” I ask, licking my lips as I attempt to swallow in hopes of lubricating my now dry throat.

“Mhm.” He hums, standing up from the bed. He stands directly in front of me, his hands slowly working his belt off. “I want your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

I could feel my underwear becoming more and more soaked, my arousal seeping out of my pussy, completely and utterly turned on. His hand reaches my chin, gripping my jaw as he pulls me up from the bed, before dropping me to my knees. His thumb rubs against my lips before forcing itself in my mouth. I suck on it, my mouth immediately salivating from this situation I find myself in. He removes his thumb, dragging it down my bottom lip, letting it bounce back up as he moves to remove his shirt. I watch in awe, his lean torso flexing with every movement. Next, he unbuttons his pants. Once he pulls them and his boxers down, his dick slaps up, bouncing off of his lower abdomen. I’ve never been this intimate with Matt, meaning I’ve never seen his dick before, and boy was it something.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” He teases, his hand engulfing his shaft and jerking it a couple of times. “Get over here and make me feel good until I say you can stop.”

I can’t help but frantically nod, instinctively scooting closer to him, eager to take his member into my mouth. One of his hands goes around my head, entangling in my hair, while the other one takes his dick and slaps it onto my lips, leaving drops of his precum behind. My tongue immediately flicks over my lips, taking the traces of him into my mouth, leaving him to toss his head back as a groan leaves his throat.

“Open.” He states, his hand pulling my jaw down.

As soon as my lips are parted wide enough, he’s shoving his entire length down my throat, pulling a gag from me. From his rough thrusts, my mouth is producing enough saliva to coat his dick, strings of spit connecting him to me once he pulls out. He then sets his tip on my lips, nodding at me to get to work, so I do.

My tongue swirls around his head, licking over his slit, causing him to tighten his grip in my hair and involuntarily buck his hips, his dick prodding at my mouth from the movement. I wrap my lips around him once more, my tongue continuously twirling around him, before taking as much as I could of him into my mouth, using my hands on the rest of him that wouldn’t fit. Peering up at him through my eyelashes, I see his brows furrowed in pleasure, his bottom lip held between his teeth.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty, doll.” He moans, running a hand across my cheek. “Sucking me so good, baby.”

I hum around his length, accepting his praise. Throaty moans continue to escape his mouth, encouraging me more as the desire in me burns hotter. I pull away from him completely, then take all of him in my mouth, deep throating him as much as I can without dying. His free hand wraps around my throat, making the feeling of his dick going down my throat all the more noticeable. He starts thrusting, matching my speed, his hips now sputtering as more lewd sounds come from his mouth.

He quickly pulls away, tugging me back by his grip on my hair. “Strip.”

I eagerly obliged, nerves building in my stomach, anticipating what’s to come. It didn’t take long for me to remove my outer clothing, leaving me in my bra and panties as his hungry eyes bore into me.

“Strip.” He repeats, his tone more demanding.

Without breaking eye contact, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms before falling to the floor with other clothes. The cool air hit my nipples, the buds hardening in response. I watch as Matt’s eyes follow my every move, soaking in every gesture. My fingers slip in the waistband of my panties, slowly tugging them downwards as I continue shimmying out of them, kicking them off my feet. Matt’s hand is now around his cock, stroking it as he watches me, intently.

“My turn.” He whispers, pulling me against him, skin to skin.

His mouth meets mine in a hot kiss, excitement bubbling between us. He walks me a few steps backwards, pushing me back on his bed and climbing on top of me. Our lips lap one another’s, before he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, exploring behind my lips. We move together in such a hot and steamy way, his hands touching every part of me as my hands lace through his hair. His mouth then moves down my jaw, dragging open mouth kisses across my skin, leaving a trail saliva in his wake. My breathing was heavy, small whimpers coming through as he sucks and nibbles my sweet spot.

His hands then intertwine with mine, bringing my fingertips to his lips, pressing soft kisses against them. “I can’t wait to see the damage you do with these.”

He starts kissing down my chest, keeping his hands interlocked with mine. His mouth nips and bites at my skin, goosebumps spreading over me. He takes my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, his teeth grazing over it, causing a sharp gasp like moan to come from my mouth. He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action. My legs squeeze shut, attempting to relieve the tension that keeps building and building with every little thing.

“Matt, please.” I whisper, attempting to grind against him for friction, to which he only presses his hands onto my hips to hold me in place.

“Shh, baby.” He mutters against my skin, lowering himself to my navel, his tongue leaving a stripe of spit.

His mouth meets my thighs, going back and forth between the two, peppering wet kisses all over them. His half lidded eyes meet mine, a smirk making its way to his face as he blew air onto my center, causing me to thrash beneath him. Instantly, his tongue is between my folds, pulling a loud moan from me as my hands return to his hair, tugging ever so slightly. He licks up and down my core, sucking all of my juices along the way. His tongue prods at my entrance, poking in and out, before he goes back up and wraps his lips around my clit.

“F-fuck, feels so good, Matty.” I whimper, thrusting my hips up for more.

His hands press down on my hips again, his grip now tight, holding me in place. His mouth continues lapping me, his tongue flicking every which way, bringing me closer to the edge. One of his hands leave my waist, his fingers meeting my heat. He slides them up and down, lubricating them before pressing two of them into my entrance. A loud moan falls from my mouth, my body jerking as he begins fucking me with his fingers. His mouth focuses on my clit, sucking with his warm tongue continuously flicking over it. His fingers pumping in and out of me, my arousal evident from the sounds emitting from my core and my mouth.

“I’m so close.” I moan out, pushing down into him.

Unfortunately, he pulls away, completely removing himself from me, a whine of desperation coming from my lips. He hovers back over me, his mouth pressing onto mine, my juices traveling from his mouth to mine as he kisses me hard.

“We’re gonna cum together, princess.” He says, one of his hands holding himself up as his other one rubs his dick up and down my folds.

I can’t help the gentle shaking of my thighs, my hole clenching around nothing as my eyes beg him to fuck me. Without words, he grants my wishes, slowly sinking his cock into me. Low moans escape both of our mouths as he bottoms out, my eyes closing in pleasure as he tosses his head back one again. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to me.

“I just knew you’d feel so good, baby.” He groans, his thrusts slow, yet hard. “So wet and warm, and tight around my cock.”

His thrusts remain slow, but not too slow, as he continues digging into me, hitting exactly where I need him.

“Oh, Matt.” I moan out, my face contorting in pure bliss as I drag my hands down his back.

He lets out more groans, enjoying everything about this moment. Instantly, I could feel the knot forming in the pit of my stomach, close to snapping from the building pressure. He picks up his pace, increasing the strength of his thrusts. His hand meets my center once again, rubbing tight circles onto my clit, ripping another moan from me.

“You look like a dream.” He moans out, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can see your close, baby.”

Words stuck in my throat, I’m left nodding my head, nothing but incoherent sounds coming from my mouth as I dig my nails into his back. His lips slam onto mine, bringing me into a passionate kiss, swallowing every noise that emits from me. His tongue roams my mouth again, quickly and eagerly, as if he can’t get enough. As he pulls away, he drags my bottom lip out in between his teeth.

“Cum with me, doll.” He groans, his finger on my clit applying more pressure.

And just like that, the knot snapped, unraveling, and I was letting go all over him, eliciting pornographic moans from my mouth. He followed seconds after, his dick twitching inside of me as his load spurts out. He continues pumping, fucking both of us through our orgasms, pushing our cum deeper into me with every thrust. Stilling for just a moment, he then slowly pulls out and lies beside me, both of our breaths erratic from the exertion.

“If this is what I get as a thank you, I’ll gladly pay for your nails every single time.” He chuckles, grinning over at me.

I laugh, rolling my eyes at him, pushing him away. He smirks, before starting to put his clothes back on, so that he could start us a shower. As soon as I catch glimpse of his back, a gasp leaves my mouth, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, expectantly.

“Your back is fucked.” I laugh, covering my mouth, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

I motion for him to turn around so that I can take a picture. Once I do, he grabs his phone from me and smirks at the picture, pleased with the aftermath of our moment together. He does some typing on his phone before tossing it back down and leaving the room. I pick his phone back up and see that he made a new post on snapchat.

After clicking on it, my mouth dropped, “Matt!”

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a/n : here ya go! sorry for the delay, i’ve been lacking inspiration and motivation. i hope you enjoy it, and apologies if this isn’t what you had in mind. send in more reqs pls, love you 🫶🏼

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Can you do a BNHA LOV x male reader who is really tall (like 6’8) and is physically stronger than them? I dont know I just find the differences really funny.

Thanks a million for asking! I read this and immediately couldn't help but smile. I stuck to the characters I know best as I haven't written much BNHA in a while and I'm not quite up to date on everything.

Hope you enjoy, and again thanks a million!

Warnings: It's the LoV boys and girls, there's strong language and Toga's involved so mentions of blood.

Shigaraki Tomura

"Try not to scratch the damn ceilings, ya damn tree."

"Real creative, boss."

"Screw you."

When you first joined the league, Shigaraki had made a handful of underhanded comments on your height. It's nothing you haven't heard before and to this day some people still make you laugh with it.

You'll never get over the way Shigaraki glowers at you though.

He's like a petulant child, huffing at you to stand further away whenever he's "working" because you make him look short. You started looming over him on purpose, just waiting for him to swipe at you and tell you to piss off.

After a while though, he starts to take advantage of just how intimidating you are, and that's without your quirk. You and Dabi already get to go around and scare the shit out of everyone in the league's name, but he doesn't want Dabi standing behind him during important meetings or stand-offs. He wants you.

Take from that what you will, because Tomura sure as hell won't be admitting anything out loud.

Dabi

"Fire doesn't care how tall you are, I'll still melt your bones, pretty boy."

He doesn't give a shit, mildly annoys him when you look down your nose but seeing as you don't dare do that to him, you two get on just fine.

That doesn't mean he won't trip you every chance he gets to "bring you down a peg". He's an asshole, and you're sure to tell him so.

He makes fun of you every time you hit your head or complain about your back and makes some sort of rude or straight up lewd comment.

You can no longer tell if he's flirting with you, or insulting you, and finding out may well cost you your eyebrows.

Toga Himiko

"Oooh, you're a big boy! I'll bet you've got lots of pretty blood to spill!"

"Toga, you're creepin' the new guy out."

"Hey, how tall are you?"

Aside from being mildly creepy, Toga is by far the least "offended" by your height. She'll use you as jungle gym if you let her, climb you like a tree and sit on your shoulders and demand that you carry her around all day.

Honestly, she just wants to be carried and it makes twice slightly jealous, depending on who you ask.

According to Toga, your shoulders make for an excellent reconnaissance platform, therefore it's her job to make sure your back is "up to standards".

Honestly, she can be a lot, and you'd swear she's had a knife by your ear at some point, but she knows better than to actually cut you.

She does play with your hair though, and you've started to realise that's more for her comfort than anything else.

[eddies-house]

So, my social anxiety isn't nearly as bad as R's but that party still sounded horrendously busy 😬 get me back home in some skeleton pjs asap.

Jett. Just..bye. still don't like you. Not entirely sure why yet. If he turns out to be a genuine sweetheart I'm so sorry, I'll retract everything.

Haha Eddie's stomping off in his little jealous huff coz he's plastered 😍 my favourite part of this. The way he coos at her when he realises it's her he bumped into 🫠 and then her little 'hi' back 🫠🫠so normal about this. it's fine.

And then she helps him home! Love that they've turned into each other's designated drivers, and then when he looks at her expectantly after puking like a good little sub waiting for his orders 🫠 still so normal.

Then he opens up! Not just a cryptic comment, then nothing. She gets the full lowdown! Good for him. Hope he doesn't regret it when he's sober.

His Halloween 'costume' I'm not ok about this. Him being a complete simp for her, rolling over for belly scratches just like Donnie said he would, I can just about cope with. But then you added smudged eyeliner and tattoos of wings and I'm not normal about him anymore 🫠

ME GIGGLING TO MYSELF BECAUSE I LOVE TALKING ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS AFTER EVERY CHAPTER 🥹

no but my social anxiety is as bad as readers if not worse and I just crafted up the most horrific scenario I could think of…literally showing up to a party along and being instantly met with a crowd of people like LIKE THATS MY PERSONAL NIGHTMARE AT LEAST LET ME EASE INTO IT

LMAO I love your beef with Jett 😭

I love me some jealous Eddie especially cause he can’t control it being plastered like that like his emotions are just on full display and he doesn’t even realize it 💀 OK BUT when he coos at her THATS WAS MY FAVORITE TOO LIKE HES JUST SHOWING HIS TRUE FEELINGS AND LIKE I SAID HE CANT HIDE HIS EMOTIONS WHILE WASTED IT BECOMES HIS WEAKNESS

I had to turn the situation around except to be fair, Eddie got puked on and reader only had to help him through throwing up in an appropriate spot so reader had it a lot easier lol…and subby Eddie who’s usually all dominant and grumpy LIKE GIVE ME MORE HES LIKE HER PUPPY AND SHE DOESNT EVEN KNOW IT HES LITERALLY WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER

(If you can’t tell I’m also being so normal about this)

no but it’s about time he speaks his truth like they haven’t known each other very long but the chemistry is just *chefs kiss* and she’s only given him every reason to trust her

UGH HIS EYELINER AND TATTOOS DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED IM SUCH A SIMP FOR THIS MAN

anyway….thank you so much for reading I love being normal about Eddie with you

[brutalitybunny]

6, 14, 46 (if any), 50, 78, 79 for AA the meme?

HEARTS

6. Favourite Antagonist (in the role of the antagonist! e.g Edgeworth in AA1 counts but only in AA1.)

UGHHH gant or daryan??gant or daryan????? but well it kinda has to be gant huh? i love daryan but as an ANTAGONIST he's flop. he's mid. he's nothing. i LOVE gant. i loved roleplaying him and i love drawing him and i WISH i thought about him more but it's harrrrrd without someone to bounce off of ... but it's fine. but strictly speaking in his role as an antagonist i just love h

Scratch that

favorite antagonist is stronghart 100%. UGH IT'S HAAAAAAAAAAARD but stronghart is gant 2. stronghart is gant but given more time to bake. stronghart is so fucking awesome. omg. when 2-5 hit? bro when i tell you i was wooping and hollering i was shaking my screen i was abt to bite someone i was going feral. HE'S SOOOOOO. <3 i love a "by any means necessary" ass character and he's the peak of it.... i love his design and i love his drama.

14. Character you have the most headcanons about?

definitely has to be datz 😭 i dont think ive ever thought of a character as much as i have datz..... ive thought out every day of that mans life

46. Character you thought you were gonna dislike but loved in the end?

HMMMM to be honest every character i went in expecting to hate (barok mostly) i still hate (he's a little funny but then i remember his backstory and get So Annoyed) ... wait. help.

it's kind of cheating to say this bc i havent played aai2 but ...blaise........... LOL BLAISE IS LIKE ... IHE'S REALLY FUCKING FUNNYYYY..i was like Omg no ew i hate him >:( (reading his wiki page) ewww i hate him (reading his dialogue)like gross eww gross (making jokes abt him)(drawing him)(thinking about h)like what can i say. he's a fucking terrible person and he's hilarious. he's disgusting and the worst and he's so fucking funny. im a metalhead im allowed to like him. i cant like mvk and gant and Not Blaise it wouldnt be fair

50. Favourite moment?

let me say smth i havent said in a while ...instead of just being like "Um the one where datz was on screen^_^" but my old favorite moment used to be in farewell my turnabout when you get the call about maya ,... Omg that gave me chills i was so scared for her for real. it was crazy. other Favorite Moments are the mia-dahlia baddie exorcism and will powers introduction scene (i just love going to ppls playthroughs and seeing them react to him)

but we live in a post-aj trilogy world so my real favorite moment is Dhurke! You're a sight for sore eyes! I knew you'd come save me!

78. Who or what got you into AA?

press buttons 'n talk's playthrough!! more specifically, this animatic

and MOST specifically it was the "i'm a BIG ORANGE POWER MAN, and i'm gonna BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU !!! ^_^" line. idk what happened. i was fucking possessed. and bored and yearning for a new interest. and it just took over me. LIKE ITS NOT EVEN THAT FUNNYYYY HELP

79. How long have you been in the fandom?

FIVE YEARS ACCORDING TO MY COMMENT ON THAT ANIMATIC jesus christ help me. it was the ass end of 2018

[cornfarm]

waves against the rocks

saiki kusuo x reader

word count: 2.0k

synopsis: you show saiki your powers. he’s unbearibly jealous, yet for the first time, he feels seen and understood by another person.

cws: mention of the reader having a bad family

genre: melancholic fluff

reader is gender neutral!

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notes:

greetings... i promise i’m working on cease and desist part 2 but i keep starting one shots;; I ALSO DECIDED TO CHANGE MY TEXT FORMAT... i yoinked all the capital letters away... it feels a bit more liberating

whenever i make my crazy op self insert oc, i always think about how i can make them a foil/double to the characters i like. for example my gintama s/i is also a traumatized war veteran. i thought like... wouldn’t it be fun to write the reader character as a direct foil AND double to saiki? they have everything he doesn’t, but he has a lot that they dont and it’s like,., mutual jealousy.

i also wanted to write saiki properly empathizing with someone. aiura and toritsuka are so fun because they both have different moral compasses with their powers and how they’d like to use them. however despite the fact theyre all psychics, saiki can’t really empathize with either of them.

i wanted to have saiki be excited about something, and feel truly seen. empathy is a very powerful thing.

i hope the “ability” i chose isn’t too cringe;;;

i can’t help but feel like i write saiki ooc so feedback would be super appreciated!

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perception. the way people are seen by others, the mental images and sour thoughts rooted in nothing but misconception. the falsafied persona of greatness, beauty, and kindness. perception.

you kept saiki afterschool. tugging at his sleeve, you quietly asked “i need to show you something, stay here for a few extra minutes?”. he refused you at first, but you stayed firm, “i need you to stay.” fierce. he decided to stay.

but you stood before saiki, right? were you there? he suddenly felt a bit weary, head pounding at the thought of you. your name, voice, scent, failing to find matches in his library of records. when he thought of you, his brain flickered through the faces and names of everyone else he knew.

you were a gap, a void, a sudden unconjurable memory. it was horrifying. but he quickly accepted it. the body circling behind of him was none of his concern, because there was nobody there. he supposes he should go home now. why was he standing alone in the classroom anyways?

firm hands land on his shoulders, warm, present. he remembers why he’s here.

“it’s not that i’m invisible, it’s just that your brain can’t recognize me, and refuses to acknolwedge me as a thing that exists.”

like a wave crashing against a rocky shore, the void is filled. your voice, your scent, your name, all slotted back into place in his mental library. he recognizes the hands on your shoulders as yours. 

a hand snakes around and pushes up his glasses, covering his eyes.

“it’s not about visibility, it’s perception. you are unable to percieve me as a living thing, or of anything of importance. that’s why you can’t read my thoughts, and that’s why you’re so quick to give up trying to recall me.”

he’s practically trembling- you have one power. it was simple, but it managed to find a loophole around practically all of his.

“that’s terrifying.”

“right?”

you take your hands away and step in front of him. he adjusts his glasses properly.

“were you born with it?”

you nod, “it caused me trouble when i was a kid. i almost got left at an airport,” you chuckle.

“does anyone else know?”

“i’ve tried to tell my parents but they don’t believe me. they called me a liar and delusional, so i decided to stop trying with them. nobody else knows, i’ve never told any of my past friends either. when i found out about your powers, i thought maybe someone would finally understand. that’s the only reason i wanted to tell you.”

your lip quivers, “you believe me, right?”

truth be told, saiki’s stunned. he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have such an abrasive ability. despite how reclusive and fittingly unnoticeable it is, it was certainly powerful.

he’s jealous. you were able to freely aquire something he wanted- privacy, but he does believe you, afterall he just watched you waltz around him, outside of his keen field of view. 

“yeah, i do.”

you smile, bright and wide- you’re nearly trembling. was being believed that big of a deal to you?

you take a step forward and embrace him, wrapping your arms around his torso as your head presses against his chest. he goes a bit stiff, and glances at the door. “hey, someone might walk in-”

“it’s fine.” you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and oh. your eyes are glimmering, shining greater than he’s ever seen them, “they won’t.”

burying your face back into him, he tenataively wraps his arms around your back. you continue, voice muffled, “’m sorry, you’re the first person who’s accepted me. i’m happy.”

the emotional explanation for your actions ease him a bit, “it’s fine.” he states back.

you finally pull away, and for a brief moment as you lose connection, you flicker out of his view, but you come back in again, placing your hand on his.

“actually, i can touch you while using my power without you being affected by them, but i’m manually using it on you right now.”

“if you touch someone while making sure they still can’t see you, what does that make them experience?” his voice is clear, a bit fierce in tone. you always had trouble reading saiki, but you could tell that this was interest. perhaps he was threatened, but he was certainly intrigued.

“they might whirl around and look who’s touching them and account it to a person around them, but if not, they might think they’re having sensory hallucinations. i can also talk to people, but because my voice doesn’t have any weight to it, it’s almost like a hypnotic suggestion.”

“so you can brainwash people?”

“not necessarily,” you let go of his hand, you must have released your power, your eyes are dark, “if i suggest something to someone and it’s something mild, they’re more likely to do it because it already falls into their line of thinking. if i suggest something bold, they might do it thinking it’s an impulsive thought.”

“most people won’t do extreme things, they’ll read those as intrusive thoughts. but sometimes people think my voice is the voice of god, or a passed on relative, and will do intense things regardless of their judgement. others have poor impulse control, and some are just batshit crazy.”

you sheepishly scratch your head, “but i don’t really like having that much control over people. i don’t want to use my powers to hurt anyone.”

“do you want to use them to help people?”

you pause. it seems you’ve thought about this quite a bit.

“well my powers can’t help people. they give me the ability to help people, but they can’t help people directly. i think it’s a matter of it i’m strong enough to help people.”

“are you?”

“would you hate me if i said no? of course i lend a hand to my friends when they need it, but i don’t think i’m strong enough to really make a difference. i want to live peacefully.”

you look down at your hands, “i wish i wasn’t born with it.”

saiki felt unnervingly softhearted. he struggled empathizing with his peers, but his heart pounded in solemn familiarity. “i don’t hate you for that, i’m the same. having the powers i do means i have the responsibility of keeping the world in peace. people would be jealous of me for the self-fulfilling purposes i could use my powers for, but i don’t want to use my powers to hurt people. i don’t want to help anyone either. i just want to be left alone.”

guilt. guilt was a disease, just like jealousy is. it eats at you from the inside, and creeps up at times least expected. it left both of you hollow and empty.

“i wish i didn’t have powers,” he continues, “i don’t think i’ve ever properly experienced life in the way i’m supposed to, like everyone else has. i’m envious of you, you’ve had a bit more normalcy than me.”

“i suppose we’re equally unhappy, then,” you smile at him. he had been staring out the window, but he turns to looks at you. you’re leaning on the door of the classroom, tilting your head, you ask him a silent “walk home with me?”. 

“i mean,” you begin, “i’ve missed out on a lot. i’ve always had trouble making friends- my powers made it difficult for people to remain interested in me. i’ve gotten pretty good at controlling them, pk academy has been really good to me, but it doesn’t heal the damage it’s caused me.”

your teeth gnaw at your lower lip, “your family is so supportive of you, they love you so much, it makes me angry. i wish i could say the same about mine.”

it wasn’t too empty in the school, but your footsteps were loud and clear, both you and saiki walking in sync. saiki didn’t really know what to say, so he stayed silent. 

sighing, you continue, “i don’t want to be alone, but it’s too easy to be reclusive when that’s where you’ve always been. if you live a life of isolation, making friends is scary and draining,” a grim smile forms on your face, as if you’re trying to comfort yourself.

but saiki does have to admit that the two of you have much more in common than he initially thought. he quietly thinks to himself, perhaps he could use your abilities.

“y/n,” he begins, eyes meeting yours, “will you do me a favor?”

“yeah, what is it?”

he doesn’t like being indebted to people, but he wants to test your limits. you don’t give him the chance to ask, “you want me to use my powers while we walk out together, don’t you.”

his mouth falls a bit open, lips parting, “how did you know?”.

you laugh, “you’re not the only one who can read minds,” and reach out to wrap a hand around his forearm. he raises a brow at you, seemingly amused by your comment. he expected you to take his hand again, but your firm grip on his arm was admitedly unexpected.

he felt his heart skip a beat.

“well? are you doing it?”

“yup, you won’t feel any different though.”

walking down the steps together, people passed the two of you, strangers, familiar faces, teachers. nobody noticed.

the two of you passed toritsuka at the steps, but he paid no mind. “you know,” saiki started, “when i use my invisibility power, that guy can still see me.” 

“can he?” you murmur, your voice a bit low. 

“if it’s easier, you can just think what you’d like to say to me, we can talk that way.”

you squint your eyes in concentration, “like this?” you think to yourself. 

“yeah.”

you smile. you continue to hold onto his arm as he changes his shoes. 

“that must be frustrating, that he can still see you.”

he nods. he supposes if toritsuka can’t see you, then aiura probably can’t track you- and him, down either. 

“hold onto my arm while i change mine.”

without breaking contact, he gently wraps his fingers around your wrist. you hastily change your shoes, and slide your hand a bit up, taking his in yours.

“is it neccesary to hold hands?” he asks. his expression was nearly deadpanned, but the slight crease in his brows communicated just enough. he felt sheepish, a bit lost.

“no, but it’s nice.” 

teruhashi stands idly at the exit, waiting, doing her best to gently shake off the boys that surrounded her.

“she’s looking for me.”

“is she? do you want to talk to her?”

“no.”

you pause. 

“is she the reason you asked me to do this for you?”

he nods.

you turn and head towards the gate, but not before waving a hand in front of her face. you take a deep breath, before exclaiming a loud “teruhashi!”. she whirls around, trying to find the source of the voice, looking rather bewildered.

letting out a hearty laugh, you grin up at him. a slight huff of air escapes his upturned lips.

the two of you slip past the front gate.

“but you owe me something in return, i don’t give out my labor for free!”

he sighs, “what would you like?”

“wait, really? i was joking, you don’t have to do anything for me!” you double down on your demands.

“you say that, but i know you’re secretly hoping i’ll treat you.”

“shit, i forgot you can read my mind. that’s so invasive.” you pout, “not fair!”

“it’s fine, i don’t like being indebted to people, and you did do me a favor like i asked, so i’ll take you somewhere.”

you look a bit nervous, “really? you’re sure?”

“just accept the offer before i revoke it.”

you twirl in a circle, letting go of his hand and hopping a few steps ahead of him. “you’re buying me a nice coffee then!” 

he lunges out to take it again.

“sure.”

and once more in sync, both of your hearts skip a beat.

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rent a gf - two eren yeager x reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of sex, talks about "getting bitches", eren is an idiot, fuckboy!eren implied, tatbilb mention, uhh fluff idk theres not much to warn abt in here, not beta read

notes: chapter two is out! i'm really glad a lot of people are enjoying rent a gf. it really means a lot! i see some people commented on the previous chapter, and i would love to reply to them, but i'm not familiar with tumblrs commenting system D: if you wanna leave a comment for me to just read, that's fine you can still keep commenting here on tumblr. but if you would like me to reply to it, you can comment on ao3, and i will reply! happy reading :) p.s, waffles w whipped cream r so much better

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you felt a hand shaking your shoulder to wake you. Groaning and mumbling, you sleepily swatted the hand away and pulled the covers over your head. No one should be forced to wake up early on the weekends. It was Saturday, for fucks sake. Not to mention your hangover due to last nights mistakes was making your head throb.

The hand rested on your shoulder once more, shaking you gently. “(Y/N),” Mikasa said softly. “Your alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes. Wake up. I have water and Advil.”

“Nooooo,” you moaned, snuggling deeper into your bed. “Don’ wanna.”

Mikasa stopped bothering you for a moment, and you let your guard down. Finally you could sleep. When it was time to wake up, you’d wake up.

Right as you were about to pass out again, your blanket was roughly tugged off of you. “Mikasaaa!” you whined, covering your face with your hands. “What was that for? I was trying to sleep.”

“Get up. You have to shower and get ready for lunch with Eren today. Breakfast is almost finished,” she explained, setting down the pills and water on your bedside table. “Go brush your teeth and wash your face so you can eat. Now,” she instructed sternly, moving to your window to open the curtains. The bright sunlight hit your still half-asleep face, making you hiss quietly.

She left the room moments after, probably to check up on breakfast. Honestly, you didn’t know how she could function this early in the morning despite having partied all night last night. Curse her and her inability to get hungover.

Grumbling to yourself, you adjusted your sleep clothes that had gotten disheveled overnight to make sure you looked decent. Your sleepy gaze wandered over to your nightstand to see two Advils on a napkin beside a glass of cold water. Thanking every higher power for sending Mikasa to you, you downed both pills and the glass of water. Even though you might bitch and moan to her constantly, you really weren’t lying when you said you’d die without Mikasa.

After sitting down at the edge of your bed for a few moments, you eventually shuffled into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine. It took longer than usual thanks to your sluggish and tired movements, but you got done nevertheless.

A wonderful aroma came from the kitchen when you left, stomach grumbling in anticipation for the wonderful food you were about to scarf down. Mikasa was in the process of setting down both your breakfasts on the island, sitting down on the stools when you walked in. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” she greeted, resting her chin on her hands.

“Morning, sweet angel,” you replied, sitting at the stool beside her. In front of you was a plate of Funfetti pancakes with whipped cream instead of maple syrup (syrup was for pancakes only). There were a couple of cut up fruits beside them, too. “Where did you get these?” you asked, picking up your fork to take a bite of your breakfast.

Mikasa dug into her own breakfast of oatmeal as soon as you started eating. “Went grocery shopping and saw the mix in the baking aisle. I thought you’d like it,” she explained, taking a bite of her food. “Good?”

Your response was a moan, tilting your head back as you chewed. “Insanely,” you said, cutting up another bite. You stabbed the piece with your fork and guided it to Mikasa, keeping your hand under it to catch anything if it dropped.

She finished her bite and leaned in to take the bite, humming in satisfaction at the taste. “Good,” she nodded.

“They put like crack ‘n this shit,” you said through a full mouth, shoveling forkful after forkful into your mouth.

You could feel Mikasa's judging gaze for eating like a pig, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was eating these crack laced waffles as greedily as possible. “What time are you supposed to meet Eren today?” she asked to make conversation.

You remember drunkenly slurring to her that Eren was supposed to take you out for lunch today while she was trying to put you to bed. All she did was nod and dodge your flailing limbs while she tried to change you into your night clothes.

“Uhhh,” you trailed off, “I dunno actually. I think he’s gonna text me when.” The familiar notification from your phone indicated you had a text from Eren. “Right now.”

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:04 AM picking u up at 12 dont be late

you - 9:04 AM k

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:05 AM dont use k with me that makes me sad :(

you - 9:05 AM k

“He says 12,” you told Mikasa, setting your phone back down on the table. You went to go take another bite of your waffles, only to be met with stray bits of whipped cream and waffle crumbs. How disappointing.

“You have time to get ready then,” she said, finishing up the last bit of her own breakfast. Holding her plate, she got up to go put it in the sink, taking your plate for you as well. Literally an angel.

Suddenly, she leaned in to sniff you like the weird English professor you had your freshman year and cringed. “You’re gonna need all the time you can get. You stink.”

Never mind, not an angel.

Grumbling and cursing under your breath, you got off the stool to go take a shower. “And here I was about to offer to get you something for lunch while I was out.”

“A burger from the joint I like would be nice. So would a Coke and side of onion rings.”

“Size?”

“Medium for both.”

You would’ve caved in and bought her something, anyways. Might as well know what she wanted in the first place.

Showering took longer than expected. Most of your time got wasted by you standing under the shower stream and soaking in all the warmth. It wasn’t until Mikasa knocked on the door asking you not to use up all the hot water that made you actually start going through your routine.

The clock read 10:09 when you got out. You still had more time to kill until Eren came, so you elected to sit on your bed in your towel to scroll through social media. At 10:45, you started to get ready for real now.

Your makeup was just enough to cover any imperfections on your face, and your outfit cute enough for a lunch outing with your friend-fuckbuddy.

At 11:50, you stepped out into the living room with your belongings in hand to lounge around while you waited for Eren. You would’ve gone to bug Mikasa, but she had just stepped into the shower minutes prior.

12 on the dot, a rhythmic knocking was rapped on your door, meaning Eren was finally here. Skipping over to the door, you opened it to reveal him while slipping on your shoes.

“Hey,” he grinned when the door opened. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips after you’d straightened up from putting on your shoes.

A grin found its way on your lips during the kiss. It only lasted a couple of seconds, ending with you pulling away with a quiet smack. “Hi,” you greeted back.

“Ready to go?” he asked, one hand leaving his jacket pocket to jut his thumb down the hallway towards the elevators.

“Yup, ready,” you said. Over your shoulder, you yelled into the apartment to say goodbye to Mikasa and locking the door once you closed. “Okay, ready for real now.”

There was a new hot pot restaurant near campus, Eren told you, that he so desperately wanted to try. He overheard some people talking about the place in his Stats class, and he’s been wanting to go ever since.

“So, about what I told you last night,” he said, leaning on the table close to you after giving your orders to the waitress. “You said you would help me get Mina.”

“I said it was a bad idea,” you countered, taking a sip of your drink.

“But you said you would help me. For a price.”

“That I… did say,” you sighed. “What’s your plan?”

Smiling, he opened up his jacket and dug into the inner pockets, getting out a small notepad and a pen. Your eyebrows raised at the sight of them. “Okay,” he started, flipping through his notepad. “So I was thinking about it this morning, and this is what I have down so far.”

Sliding it towards you, he waited impatiently for you to read what he had.

Your lips pursed to prevent giggled from leaving your lips. Well, it was a plan, alright. Written in Eren’s chicken scratch of handwriting were a few very simple steps.

eren yaegers fool proof plan to get bitches get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. talk to mina to get her interested in you ✓ 2. get hot girl ((Y/N)) to pretend to be your gf and show you can be a good bf 3. get mina jealous so she wants you even more and not poopy thomas wanker 4. “break up” with (Y/N) and pretend to be sad 5. get mina to comfort you 6. get bitches make mina your gf 7. pay (Y/N) for her services 8. ta-da!

When you looked up from the notepad, you saw Eren waiting for your answer. “Well? What do you think? Is it any good?” he asked.

“Were you high when you wrote this?” was the first thing you asked him. Eren shook his head innocently. “You’re 100% serious?” He nodded.

You bit your lip, deep in thought about Eren’s supposedly fool proof plan. “What makes you think it’s gonna work?”

“I know girls and how they act. If Paradis University let me major in women -- don’t get smart with me I don’t mean Women Studies -- I would be passing all my classes with flying colors. I know it’ll work, trust me,” he said cockily, leaning back in his chair.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do. I know you. I know everything about you, (Y/N). I even know how to make you scream my name in--”

“Okay!” you cut him off, not wanting the strangers around you to know the intimate details of your sex life with Eren. “Okay.”

“I knew you were gonna do that. See, I do know women.”

A moment or two passed, both of you staring at each other. You with a deadpan expression, and him with a proud one. You were the first one to break the silence with a heavy sigh. “Okay, say I agree to this. What do I get in return?”

“Anything you want,” he said. “Within reason, of course. Please don’t ask me to like, hide a body or something.”

Ignoring his last comment, you continued speaking, “You’re not allowed to back out of whatever I ask you to, right? If this plan fails or succeeds, you still owe me whatever you promised.”

Eren nodded. “Of course. I swear on it.” He shifted a little so his elbow was on the table, holding out a pinky. Instinctively, you held out your pinky as well and intertwined the both of them. Pinky promises were something you and Eren had been doing for years now. It meant that the other was dead serious on their promise.

The waitress came back with your broth and dipping ingredients, setting them on the table for you right when your pinkes left each other. Thanking the waitress, the two of you talked some more while you waited for the broth to heat up.

“We should make it official. With a contract and set of rules,” he said. “Like that one movie you forced me to watch with you. The Boys I Loved or some shit like that.”

“To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before,” you corrected.

“Yeah, that. They’re kinda doing something like us, yeah?”

“Guess so,” you shrugged, picking up your chopsticks and a sice of pork belly when the broth started to boil. “After we eat though.”

Idle chatter was shared between the two of you as you ate. Even though you saw each other nearly every day, you never ran out of things to talk to. You could be talking about complete nonsense or how quantum physics made no sense, and you would still have the best time of your life.

By now, the broth had been drunk up and the table had been cleared out to be replaced with banana milk and ice cream. Eren brought out his notepad again to write down the set of rules for your fake relationship while enjoying your desserts.

Good progress had been written so far on the notepad. Both of you had given input and criticism on each rule made. In the end, you finally had a good set of rules written down.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N):

Eren tapped a beat on the notepad, reading “payment” over and over again. Eventually he looked up at you, deep in thought. “Have you thought of anything so far?” he asked, clicking the pen to write what you wanted.

This was a tough decision. Eren was ready to give you anything to help him get Mina. You had to be wise and pick something big to take advantage of him. Something you were sure you wouldn’t ever regret getting.

“How about,” you started, trailing off, “you do my laundry for the rest of our time at ParadisU, buy me lunch every Wednesday even after we break up, recommend that godsend of a tutor you keep gatekeeping to help me too, and…”

“And?” Eren asked, looking up from his writing, waiting for your next words.

“All the orgasms I want during our relationship,” you finished, satisfied with what you chose.

“Is that all?” he asked, writing down the last of your words. “That’s a lot.”

“How about I let you know if I wanna add more,” you said. Eren nodded in response. His head hung to look at the notepad again, writing something down. Once he was done, he plaed the pen on the pad and slid it to you.

“Sign it so it’s official,” he instructed.

There were two lines beside each other, one already with Eren’s signature. Without hesitation, you signed your name neatly on the paper, giving the items back to Eren once you were done.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N): eren has to do the (Y/N)’s laundry for the rest of university, buy her lunch ever wednesday, get tutor to help her and give her as many orgasms as she wants during the course of the relationship

signed x eren yaeger x (y/n) (l/n)

The two of you shook hands when Eren put away his things, to seal the deal again. The waitress came by again to give you the bill and collect your dirty dishes. Eren set down the cash needed to pay along with a tip in the check presenter before the two of you left.

You walked hand in hand back to Erens car before you realized you missed something. “Wait. What do we tell people when they ask how we got together?” you asked, pausing in your tracks.

Eren stopped with you, turning to look at you. “Um, you can say I confessed after lunch, and that this is technically our first date,” he suggested, tugging your hand to walk back to the car.

“Huh. Okay. That works,” you nodded.

The two of you got into the car a little bit past 2:30 in the afternoon, ready to go home. “Wait,” you said again, making Eren pause. “Mikasa wanted a burger from that one joint near our apartment. Could you take me there first?”

Eren smiled and nodded, starting the car. “Of course. Burger with medium Coke and onion rings?”

“How did you know?”

“She always gets that when we go there.”

“Huh… I guess you’re right.”

“When am I not?”

"Always."

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Different Ways To Say Sorry

Your body sat idle in the hallway as you kept roaming your thoughts and only coming back to earlier .

After the argument with your boyfriend you were left alone , alone with akaashi who normally would have kept his mouth closed but decided not to when he seen your stuck expression after kuroos comment

As soon as you heard the loud bang of the house door and the engine start up kuroos yelling for bokuto to open the door and to slow down made your body fall instantly.

Marking the spot where you’d pushed bokuto into the wall cursing yourself for your actions . Shivering as you felt the wave of coldness wash over you thinking about the harmful words you’d said

“ y/n you didn’t mean any of it it’s ok “

akaashi’s soft voice came out as he dropped the sign he held that he helped bokuto make for you to welcome you home for your birthday.

Bokuto was childish and you knew it but he meant no harm he was just happy and excited little things excited him and when he was happy you were

So , if he was sad you would only be 2x as sad if the one who created his sadness was yourself

“ I heard you telling bokuto off and — thats not you not once since you’ve dated bokuto—san in the 4 years that you’ve been dating have I seen you get that mad “

he sighed as he hesitantly tried to squat near you

“ d-do you mind “ you nodded your head in a no allowing him to sit next to you while you cried into his shoulder

“ everyone has bad days y/n-san and everyone has had a moment in their life where they’ve said something they regret and that’s ok as long as the person you’ve said it to knows you didn’t mean it “

he squeezed you as you cried heavily “ y/n we all know bokuto is — “ he thought for a moment before speaking “ different from your average person — hes in a way easy “

he sighed as he spoke “ what I mean is you don’t have to do much to say sorry to bokuto so don’t cry really i’m sure he knows you didn’t mean any of it just — for me please when you see him again — please tell him you love him remind him you still love him “

akaashi rubbed your head “ because he’s one of those people when someone gets mad at him — especially someone he loves — if they get mad at him he immediately feels like he’s getting disciplined and like he’s done something really really wrong to be rewarded that behavior — any other award besides praise really “

you loosened your grip on akaashi’s shirt lifting your head to cry into your own hands “ so please when he comes back to you please just make it simple for him he won’t understand many words and won’t believe you if you say a simple sorry he’ll still think your upset and be scared that he’ll screw up again — I promise you he’s never gonna want to touch a stove in his life again— so I wonder what he’ll eat when he’s on the roa-“ akaashi laughed as he quickly calmed down coughing before wiping his sweaty hands on his pants

“ oh um— i’m sorry I thought a joke was a way to go that’s typically what bokuto does in these situations— or maybe you don’t want to keep talking about bokuto “ akaashi spoke out loud running through his thoughts and filtering them out loud

“ oh I should’ve kept myself out of business that’s not mine I feel so disgusted i’m telling you how to treat your boyfriend I- i’m sorry y/- “

“ akaashi I don’t want to trouble you — you may leave“

“ oh “ his voice came out in surprise before he sat confused “ oh — I no I couldn’t “

“ it’s fine akaashi I’ll be ok I just need some time alone “

he sighed he felt bad really but “ i’m sorry y/n I don’t think bokuto would ever forgive me — I don’t think i’d ever forgive myself if I let you stay in your home alone after something like that “

you stared at the ceiling as if you were actually talking to someone conveying sadness as your tears were still leaking “ keiji just please — it’s been a long day and I think I just screwed up my relationship — so could you please just leave me to my thoughts i’ll — i’ll be fine “

akaashi sighed as he moved to stand hugging you softly on the way up “ y/n i’m sorry to treat you like a child — to even put my foot down like this in a house that’s not mine and I don’t pay the bills for but — the most I can do and i’ll allow myself to do is leave the house and wait outside until bokuto comes back “

he sighed “ or at least texts me and tells me he’s gonna come back home because — if not I wouldn’t want you here alone just replaying that fight again and again like i’ve known bokuto to do when he’s lost matches you two are alike that way “

“ I-i’m fine with that just please “

he nodded his head as if you could see him your eyes were stuck to the same wall that was in front of the one bokuto was pushed into— your back up against it bit staring ahead at the corner he stood in when he left.

Hearing the door close and lock assuming akaashi had locked it for you with his key you two made for him so he could check on bokuto anytime he was home and you weren’t

Your body moving to stare directly at the door from the hallway so you’d always have an eye on it to see if bokuto ever returned home tonight.

‘ please’ you thought calmly

It wasn’t a short wait it was rather long You knew it had to be late in the morning when you finally heard the clicking and clacking around by the door until your eyes looked up eyebags weighing them down as you shook in your suit pants that you wore suddenly feeling sweaty as you ripped off the suit jacket.

The rattling and shaking at the door stopping assuming whoever it was —- was taking a moment to think before they walked in as if giving you some time to understand who it was and to prepare

The door opened slowly as your boyfriends hair came into view him standing at the doorstep eyes swollen and glazed over ,fist scratched and hands red , body shaking softly.

Your eyes watered as you just stared at his face thinking ‘ I did that ‘ mentally beating yourself up as your tears fell soft whimpers making their way out of your mouth as you covered it trying to conseal your spot on the floor so he wouldn’t notice

His eyes lifting up as he took a really deep breath and spoke “ y-y/n “ he called voice cracking as he tried again

“ y/n i went to play volleyball— at —at the gym and I got so mad I hurt myself from the constant spikes“ he stayed at the doorstop —door opened fully showing off everything he had with him.

His hand holding 3 roses , left hand holding a bag which , you weren’t sure consisted of and right next to his foot a box “ p-please answe-answer me “

you gulped you didn’t know if you could

You really didn’t know if you could tell your boyfriend that you were directly in front of him and he only had to look down .

“ I-it’s 4 in the mo-morning and I — I’ve been crying since 7 last night — so — so I can only imagine how your feeling h-how long you’ve been crying “

The flowers he held were soon dropped down by his legs as he only held on loosely to the bottom “ I-I dont want to just walk in y/n b-because I don’t know if I’m allowed to I-if I can so please — please let me know your ok “

your voice was soft he could barely hear it as you looked down at the floor

” y-your alwa—here I am being an a-ass to you earlier and you — you care to come back and ask if i’m ok first “ you felt your body shudder in a cry

“ I-i’m such an asshole — I was mad at work — I came home upset —- I brought my attitude home and my first thought was to be m-mean to someone who I love “

Bokutos body moved quickly to drop the things at the door you couldn’t even find it in you to care that he left the door wide open as he ran to you checking you out and lifting your head to inspect it before he stuttered thinking over his actions before kissing you hard on your mouth before he pulled back whispering out small apologies for the action and how he felt bad if he made you uncomfortable

you moved to stand up as he backed away going to grab everything and dragging it inside the house speaking to you as you sat down “ y/n I “

“ ko I just don’t want— “

his voice was hard for the first time today shutting you up instantly “ be quiet y/n “ his eyebrows were hard and done up in a furrow

“ I-I know your pissed at me and I know I can be a bit much and I — “ he was crying

“ I know i’m a child — people see me as a kid and i’m not I swear I can be adult I can be as adult as you want me to just so I can stay with you —I can pay taxes and figure them out if you wanted me to —if you wanted me to go get a real job and quit volleyball i’d do it all for you— because I love you and I don’t care if you want me out of the house “ his tears fell

“ I don’t care if you want me to have no closet space and want to burn my clothes but please — please don’t say you don’t love me it — it I can’t live without your love - you — you do so much for me and i’m so thankful anytime I have a meet your right there — anytime i’m frustrated your there explaining it — anytime I have to travel your on the phone talking to my management team finding tickets for you and all the other s/o “ he wiped at his eyes trying to see better

“ please forgive me i’m sorry i’m a m-man child I don’t know what that is but i’m so sorry for being it and i’m sorry it’s something you hate and I don’t wanna be what you hate y/n i’m sorry — I didn’t know what to do “

he was just saying nonsense now since his tears were clouding his brain “ I didn’t know where to go and kuroo was talking so much and I couldn’t focus and I ended up just buying all your favorite stuff because I thought you didn’t love me anymore so I wanted to beg for your forgiveness at the doorstop just now but —and then you were crying and I — I wanted to kiss you because your so pretty and I hate when you cry unless it’s over me winning and scoring the last point in my game — you look so pretty and proud then — and I like making you proud not sad “

he was clawing at his cheeks and eyes trying to get the tears to stop “ I— I just — my credit card I just bought everything I knew you liked —y/n — baby I bought a dog I don’t — I was — I bought a dog because you said dogs are pretty I bought a hat because you said the hat could go well with an outfit you had “

you smiled as your tears were falling too “ babe I bought a balloon because you said you like the way they lose air after 3 days — I even bough—“

“ baby it’s fine “ you cried as you moved to hug him squeezing tightly “ it’s ok I — this is my fault i’m so sorry “

you cried into his shirt “ your not a man child — which means —you don’t need to know actually it’ll just make things worse “

“ are you saying my shirts are too tight baby “

he cried out “ y/n that’s not funny — I’m buff —I build ok — I workout there’s nothing I can do about it “

“ no ko your perfect the way you are your my buff boyfriend and I love you for it your my brick wall baby“

“ I am “

“ yes and I love you and i’m so proud of how far you’ve come since high school i’m proud of you no matter where you travel to or what you do “

you smiled “ that’s why I missed so many days of work not because I just wanted to be home but because you were coming home for the first time in 2 months and I wanted to be home with you making sure you were comfortable and telling you how much I missed you “

he smiled as you spoke “ your an amazing boyfriend kou and I can’t imagine anyone who wouldnt be happy with you “

“ but I just spent all the money you and akaashi allow me to have on my card “

“ you can have more “ you laughed “ your not broke kou it’s just so you don’t spend all the money you make from volleyball “

he hugged you as you continued to speak “ do you forgive me “

he hugged you tighter kissing you softly as it turned into a heated kiss you trying to stop it before he turned it into more “ why’d you stop “ he said sadly

“ bokuto our door is wide open and “ your eyes came up in a raise

“ what babe what are you looking for “

your voice was high pitched as you looked at all the bags around you “ bo— baby where’s the dog “

his eyes came up in a crease “ what dog “ his brain finally clicking and hurrying to rumage through everything on the floor. Your bodies moving together in a fast pace as you moved over to look around the house.

The chaos going on inside your house all night rivaled the one that was taking place the next day in the car that sat right in your driveway

“ u-uh ok “ akaashi’s face was made up in a straight line as he looked down closing his car door softly

“ s-so um i’m gonna guess bokuto bought you “

the dog cocked its head to the side staring up at the tall male “ d-do you um wanna go back inside with him or “

the dog barked loudly as if scared “ yeah i’m gonna take that as a no “

he reached down to pick up the dog before opening the car door and setting it down in the passenger seat speaking as the dog whimpered “ yeah I don’t trust them either — they lost a whole dog in one night — “

akaashi’s face turned as he saw bokuto walking down the steps and to his car him throwing his coat over the animal “ i’m sorry — i’m sorry — you can come out in a moment “

“hey — hey akaashi “

“ b-bokuto-san hey “

“ aw did you stay out here all night i’m so sorry “ he smiled “ me and y/n are fine thank you for staying here with her “

“ yeah it was no problem really bokuto “

“ hey akaashi I — I actually lost a dog last night and I — I was wondering have you seen it “

“ uh dog ? why’d you have a dog “ bokuto froze as he bit his lip “ so you don’t have it good good “

he moved to leave patting akaashi’s car before he heard a ruffle come from inside “ hey dude somethings moving next to you “

“ oh — it’s um just my phone — I have to go in to work today “

“ wow you have a huge phone “ bokutos voice was raised in happiness “ what model is it I think I want a new one — especially if it’s big enough to fit in my hands with out my thumbs clicking weird buttons “

he pouted “ it’s not fun to retype messages “ akaashi moved to start the car up “ s-sorry bokuto really gotta go but i’ll be back sometime tomorrow “

“ o-oh ok bye akaashi “ he waved as he moved back up the stairs you meeting him at the top laughing as you pulled him back in the house

“ damn thought he would’ve saw the dog “

“ koutaro — baby he has the dog “ you smiled as you laughed pulling his pouting body into a hug “ he stole our dog “

“ well that’s not very nice “

“ let’s let him have it baby he needs it more than us — he can take care of it better “

[summahsunlight]

Perhaps It's Fate, Part 23

Rating: T, to be safe

Word Count: 1.5k+

Summary: After joining the Resistance as a mechanic, you were happy to keep to yourself, until a little orange and white bb unit and his master wander into your workshop one day.

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Mechanic!Reader

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You woke up early the next morning with BB-8 still snuggled on the cot with you.

This made you thankful that Poe had refused to listen to you and left the little droid with you while he was away. It made you laugh to think that BB-8 brought you so much comfort, but he did. With a gentle smile, you pulled the covers back and slipped out of the cot. BB-8 immediately woke up and got down, following you towards the shower. Perhaps your boyfriend had asked the droid to keep a little too close of an eye on you.

Gently you turned the droid away, assuring him that you were okay and just needed a hot shower before breakfast. He seemed a little annoyed when you shut the door in his face and locked it, but at least you were able take a quick, hot shower.

Now dressed in a pair of fatigues, your damp hair pulled back, you made your way to the mess with BB-8 behind you. Meals were a little lonely with Poe away, but at least you had Finn, Rose, and Rey to keep your mind off of things. When you entered the mess you were not surprised to find your closest friends already seated at a table, waiting for you.

"You look well rested," Rose pointed out. "Sleep well?"

"Yes," you replied. "You sound surprised."

"It's just that you don't normally sleep well with Poe away."

"I had BeeBee with me last night."

BB-8 affirmed that he had taken care of you for the evening and he'd thought he had done a fine job in the absence of Poe.

Smiling, you leaned down and gently scratched the droid on his round body. "Yes, you did a good job, Bee." And you were sure that BB-8 would continue to take care of you until Poe returned. You hoped that was soon; as much as you loved having BB-8 with you and making sure you were alright, he wasn't Poe. "Any new parts today?" you asked your friends, eager to think about work and not about how far away Poe was at the moment.

Finn nodded. "We got a big shipment of supplies in last night; looks like there might be some salvageable parts in there."

Rose agreed with him. "Hopefully we can use those parts to repair some more of those fighters we acquired. Right now none of them are ready to fly except the x-wings that Black Squadron are using."

It sounded like you were going to have a lot of work to do today, which was good, more work meant less time to think about being trapped on this ship and being away from Poe. You quickly finished your breakfast and still with BB-8 in tow, you made your way to the small corner of the hanger bay that you had set up as a "work shop".

You liked that it was situated away from all the noise and activity of the rest of the hanger; you felt safe in this little corner and you found that you were more focused working back here. You would work until BB-8 reminded you that it was lunch time--while making sure you slept at night, he also made sure that you eat properly. He took his job of taking care of you very seriously.

"Okay, Bee, let's see how much we can get done today."

BB-8 eagerly got to work helping you; with any luck the two of you would have completed half of your tasks by lunch time.

-----

Poe stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the rushing water fall hundreds of feet below him. After searching for three days, Black Squadron believed they had finally found a new planet to set up base. There were existing buildings already here that would need some repairs, but the Resistance would not have to build from the ground up.

He hoped this meant that his squadron could return to the fleet and he would be able to check in on you. Even though Poe had left BB-8 behind to look after you, he was still worried what your anxiety was doing to you while he was away. This planet had plenty of peaceful spots he knew would help ease your anxiety and hopefully chase away some of your panic attacks.

Turning away from the waterfall, Poe made his way back through the jungle towards the spot Black Squadron had landed their fighters. It was odd not having BB-8 by his side; after the first few planets Poe had gotten used to it. The droid that had been sent with him did its job--he knew that BB-8 had a more important job back on the freighter.

"Hey," Snap greeted him when Poe reappeared. "I radioed the General; the Fleet is going to make their way here."

"That's good," Poe said, tensely. "Let's see if we can get some of this equipment up and running before they get here."

"You alright, Poe?"

"Worried about y/n."

"BeeBee is with her; I'm sure she's fine."

"I'm sure she is too--but that doesn't stop me from worrying."

Snap gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Listen, I know she's been through a lot, things that no one should ever have to go through--but she's a strong kid, Poe. She can handle you being away for a little while."

Poe sighed, heavily, and slightly nodded his head. "It's more complicated than that, Snap. She watched the First Order kill her entire family--the Resistance, Black Squadron--me--we're all she has left."

"Yeah, I get that. She isn't gonna be alone, Poe."

"We don't know that! We don't know what's going to happen!"

"No, we don't know what's going to happen, but Poe--"

"I just want this to be over--for her."

"We all want this to be over, Dameron."

This was true, but no one wanted it to be over more than Poe. He was exhausted. He wanted to go home, he wanted to live a life without fear and danger. And the only way for that to happen would be for the Resistance to win the war. Poe had very little hope left that this was going to happen.

He knew his dimming optimism was having an effect on Black Squadron, on Finn, you--hell it was having an effect on the entire Resistance, but Poe couldn't shake the ever present feeling of dread since their disaster at Crait.

Snap gave him another gentle pat on the shoulder and left him alone for a bit. He knew it had been difficult for Poe the last few months; he wished Poe would stop blaming himself for everything. So many of them had told Poe this already--it wasn't worth Snap's time right now--and honestly, he didn't have time to argue with Poe.

The fleet would be arriving any moment and they needed to be ready to get operations up and running right away. If there was any chance at all, Poe knew that he had to put the past behind him--it was hard--he had caused a lot of deaths. And this was a guilt he'd carry around for the rest of his life, despite you telling him time and time again that he couldn't have prevented it all.

In the end Poe had been the one to save them.

He had been the one to get them off of the Supremacy, he had been the one to get them to the safety of Crait, and he had been the one to track down Black Squadron and rescue them. If it had not been for Poe, even more of them would be dead.

Poe just couldn't see that--yet.

Swallowing all the guilt and self-doubt, Poe joined his squad mates in prepping the base. It took them a total of four hours and when he was done, he went on a search for some flowers to adorn your little workshop he had managed to set up. A nice little nook just for you, where he knew you'd settle in and feel safe.

As he collected the flowers, the chain around his neck slipped out from underneath his collar, his mom's ring glittering in the sun. His little droid companion questioned him about it.

"My necklace?" Poe repeated, straightening his shoulders. He took the ring in his hand. "Huh, I forgot I had it on to be honest. It was my mom's--she was a pilot too."

He was surprised when the droid asked why he wore it. BB-8 had been curious about it too the first time they'd met. "It was given to me so I could eventually give it to the person I'm going to marry," Poe answered, an image of you flashing before his eyes.

Did he find the person yet? the droid inquired.

"Yeah," Poe whispered, smiling softly. "I did. You know, I think it's time I gave it to her."

"Commander!" someone shouted for him, "the fleet is arriving!"

Poe tucked the ring back underneath his collar, heading towards the base to meet the arriving Resistance--and vowing that he was going to give you that ring before this war was over.

[ressyfaerie]

Dark Tyson fic; during G-Rev, Tyson snaps from stress and feelings of abandonment and joins Team BEGA. (Bonus points for Brooklyn getting close to Tyson to make Kai jealous. Black Dragoon optional, or maybe Boris gives him Black Dranzer...?!)

I saved the best for last. 

I am a big fan of dark Tyson- love it. I’ve been thinking of this prompt for DAYS. I’m very excited to write this- as you know I am the angst queen. For the sake of this fic, g-rev timelines are going to be confusingly switched around, just because it makes more sense for the fic, and also- I’ve forgotten some important plot points and dont have the time to rewatch g-rev LMAO. Anything in * can be Tyson’s or Kai’s private thoughts! 

So I finished writing this, and it's LONG. so I’ve actually uploaded it to archive first, because reading it on tumblr seems like a chore and a half, so here’s the archive link: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30739397/chapters/75866906

It came out to 50 pages, and it’s 5 chapters on archive. 

And here’s the first ‘chapter’ of the fic: 

So here we go:

It was odd to see Kenny angry. 

He tossed his laptop to the side, picking up spare bey parts in his hand. 

“Kenny! I’m just saying- What are our chances? Without everyone else, we’re useless as a team-”

“I’ve been working so hard Tyson…” Kenny shook in anger, beside him. Hilary tried to place her hand on his shoulder to comfort him, but he shook her off. 

“How could you say we’re useless?! When we’ve been trying so hard!?” 

“It’s not enough! You know me and Diachi can’t work together-” 

From the corner of the room, Diachi screeched, “Hey loser! I’m right here!” 

“I know, you shitty little cherry tomato!” 

Hilary tried to be the mediator, “Tyson, are you sure that’s how you really feel?” 

Tyson nodded, “Our team has no hope. Now with BEGA taking over everything we can’t even get any parts, it’s useless-” 

“How could you say that Tyson!” Kenny yelled louder than he ever had in his life, “You’re the one who’s supposed to be uplifting us! You’re the leader-” 

“I don’t want to be a leader! We had a leader remember? And a coach?” 

“You can’t give up!” Kenny begged and shook with anger, Tyson felt horrible, he knew Kenny had been working so hard, but they had lost too much, he felt there was no hope of recovery. 

“Throw out your research Kenny, we’re done.” Tyson stared at the wooden floorboards of the dojo, completely defeated. 

“AaaaH!” Kenny had launched himself forward- landing a strong right hook on Tyson’s cheek. 

Tyson fell backwards, landing on his side and quickly sitting up to rub his cheek, “What the hell Kenny!?” 

Kenny was furious, “you can throw away everything we’ve worked for if you want! Telling me to throw away *my* research?! You need to get yourself together Tyson!” 

Tyson was left speechless, Hilary nodded, agreeing with Kenny, “if we’re going to defeat BEGA we need a Tyson who can hold himself together.” 

“You’re heads messed up dude,” Diachi remarked, “We can’t work with you until you fix yourself.” 

Tyson could feel the anger radiate through his body, “if you guys think I’m so messed up then maybe I should just leave!?” 

“Then go.” Kenny hissed through clenched teeth. 

“Fine! Good luck with hopper-” Tyson slammed his hands on the floor throwing himself to his feet, “Your beyblade that fucking hops- Beyblades aren’t supposed to hop Kenny!” 

He slid open the shoji doors fast, and threw them closed, rattling the old dojo like an earthquake. Outside in the gardens, he cursed. 

“Tyson?” 

Hearing his grandpa’s voice behind him, he aggressively swung his body in his direction, “What is it Gramps? I’m not in the mood-” 

“What’s going on with you and your friends?” 

“Friends!?” Tyson spat. 

“Oh no... Tyson-” Ryu shook his head. 

“What? What is it? Is it something wrong with me?” Tyson’s whole body was stationary, emanating white anger.

“Your friends didn’t leave you to hurt you.” 

“Not my friends- Friends don’t betray each other to go to different teams.” 

“You *know* they didn’t betray you.” 

“Then tell me why Kai went to BEGA.” 

Grandpa stayed silent, he didn’t have a good reason why Kai went to BEGA, and no one knew why. 

“I’m sure like Max and Ray, he just wanted to fight you again.” 

“And Hiro?” 

“He wanted to train stronger opponents for you-” 

Tyson suddenly laughed, “he could have trained *me*.” 

Ryu placed his hands in front of him, trying to calm his grandson down from a distance. 

His Grandpa was more serious than he had been in years. 

“He could have- I know it wasn’t the best thing for Hiro to do, but- he did it because he loves you.” 

“Okay Grandpa, you have an answer for everything huh? Then answer me this- where’s my dad?” 

The garden turned ice cold. 

“I’m sure he’s around Tyson-”

“Does he not have a TV? Or a post office? How can he sit in some country, and not see what is happening to his own son!?” Tyson’s voice bellowed through the courtyard. 

“I don’t know Tyson- he loves you.” 

“No he doesn’t- It seems no one does-” Tyson was holding back angry sobs. 

Ryu took a step forward, “Tyson I-” 

“No!” Tyson screamed and threw his hand in front of him to keep him back, “stay away from me!” 

The doors to the dojo opened, no doubt his make-shift team coming to see the commotion. 

“You guys stay away from me too!” Tyson grasped his head and scratched his nails into his scalp, “Everyone just- stay away from me.” 

No one could say anything, Tyson glanced around at the quiet group, “what? Are you guys afraid of me now or something?” 

“Tyson, you need to calm down-” Ryu tried. 

“No? Don’t tell me to calm down!-” Tyson took a step backwards, trying desperately to flee the situation, then it occurred to him- he could. 

Tyson stared down the gravel beneath his feet, the world felt blurry, and in that moment his vision flashed red, he turned away running at full pace through the yard, and out the gates, flying down the street as he heard his only paternal figure and teammates calling for him. 

Down the road, over a bridge, along the ocean, towards the river. 

The sun was setting now, twilight was blanketing the world. 

At the top of the riverbank he began to head towards the river, not knowing why. He slipped on the smooth grass landing on his back and groaning in pain. 

He placed his hands over his face and cried. 

He sobbed for everything- everything he lost, his friend’s, his reputation, his spirit. 

He pulled himself off the grass and shoved his head in between his knees, still crying. Anger, sadness, regret, he felt it all at once. It was eating him from the inside out.

He let out a frustrated scream while jabbing his fingertips into his biceps, trying desperately to turn to dust, to become one with the earth. 

He didn’t hear the footsteps approach him. 

“I would ask if you’re okay- but I know the answer.” 

“Whoever you are- Just leave me alone- please.” Tyson buried his head further into his knees. 

He felt someone sit beside him, the grass crunched under their weight.

“Everyone’s left you.” 

“I know that-” Tyson could barely make out the words. 

“They left you for better teams, brighter pastures… You must think you’re not good enough for them.”

Tyson shook his head. 

“You are. You’re better than all of them, probably better than all of them combined.” 

 Those words made Tyson perk his head up, wondering who his savior tonight could possibly be. 

The purple hair stood out first, he wore a compassionate smile. 

Tyson locked eyes with his arch-enemy but made no effort to change his expression.

 “You’re allowed to be sad- and angry.” 

Tyson became more frustrated, *why is it out of everyone I know, the evilest person tells me what I need to hear?*

Boris had an interesting voice. Tyson tried to dissect the tone, but he could only detect… Affection. 

“What are you going to do now… World champion?”

Tyson felt his body go numb at the comment, so much was expected of him, but he had no way of accomplishing any of it. 

Tyson tried to inhale before answering, a cough got stuck in his throat, and he answered in a hoarse voice, “I’m not sure.” 

Boris continued smiling, he stared at the orange sun, just about to disappear under the horizon, “Do you want to show your friends how capable you are?” 

Tyon managed to hold his head up for a moment, he slowly nodded. 

“Good for you.” 

His words seemed to calm him down against his will. 

Tyson mumbled, “I won’t join BEGA.”  

“I’m not asking you to. But I do have everything you need to arm yourself. Parts, training rooms, places to sleep, all the food you could ask for” 

Tyson shook his head. 

“No strings attached. Come see my training facilities tonight, if you don’t want to be there, you can leave.”  

Tyson felt cold, the shadow of the setting sun crept over them, an ominous darkness crawled over his face, then Boris’. 

“Or would you rather go back to your home tonight?” 

Boris made a point. Tyson had no intention of going home tonight, but he had nowhere to stay. 

His eyes darted back and forth, deep in thought. 

Boris pushed himself off the ground and stepped to the top of the hill. 

On the road next to them, a fancy car.  

The purple-haired man opened the passenger door and gestured with his hand. Tyson gave him a blank stare. 

“Come on, world champ.” He emphasized the last words just right- reminding Tyson how much was on his back, “what’ll it be?” 

Tyson’s brain wasn’t working, logical thought was too much to process. What he did know was- he didn’t want to sit on this riverbank crying the rest of the night. 

Boris waited, for minutes, holding the door open. 

Tyson sniffed, he rubbed his nose with his forearm, crawled to his knees, and pushed himself off the ground. 

“Good job, champion.” Boris grinned, giving him the unnecessary compliment. 

Tyon was beside him now, he rested his fingertips on the top of the car door, feeling the cold black metal under his nails. 

“It’ll be warmer inside when I turn on the heat,” Boris reassured Tyson, inspecting his skin, covered in goosebumps from the cold.

“O...kay…” 

Tyson crawled into the passenger seat weakly.

He did turn on the heat. The heated seats warmed Tyson’s whole body. He watched the street lamps roll past as he hunched into the leather. 

Boris drove like an old man- but also a maniac. Driving the speed limit, but taking turns at the same speed. 

The BEGA building towered over the whole city. They pulled into a parking garage, the gates rose with Boris’ presence. 

After parking in a special stall, Boris turned off the car and climbed out, he walked to Tyson’s side opening the door for him. Tyson didn’t have the energy to complain that he could have done it himself, and instead, followed the older man to a specific elevator. 

They rode the elevator in silence.

When the door opened, Boris walked ahead, Tyson followed cautiously. 

Inside another heavy metal door was darkness, Boris flicked a switch and the lights invaded the room. 

The room was filled with dirt and boulders, in the center, a beydish carved into the earth. 

 “This room was made to be destroyed,” Boris explained. 

Tyson pushed his hands into his pocket, caressing Dragoon with his hand. 

“You’re welcome to destroy it- if you’d like.” 

Tyson still felt emotion linger in his chest, the frustration was killing him, it was a tempting offer, but he knew if he wrecked his blade in the process, he had no way of fixing it. 

“I’m not recording, I’m not analyzing you, I’ll just step back. You do what you need to do.” 

Tyson pulled out his launcher and loaded Dragoon, he directed his launch to a rock.

“AAAUUGH!” Tyson roared as he put all his anger into letting go. 

Dragoon split the rock clean through with ease, the two halves crashing to the ground. 

Tyson continued to scream and throw his hands giving Dragoons orders at a lighting pace. The room was soon covered in dust from the obliterated rocks, while sand rolled over the floor. 

Tyson was holding his chest, trying to get air into his lungs with fast painful breaths, he realized the amount of air he needed wasn’t arriving, so he continued to destroy the room. 

After all the rocks were annihilated, he fell to his knees. He was out of tears, his eyes were wide open. As he witnessed the destroyed room under his body, Boris began to clap. 

“Bravo! Amazing, spectacular! A performance only one person in the whole world could accomplish!” 

Dragoon obediently arrived at Tyson’s knees, he picked him up and inspected him. 

*Trashed. I’m sorry Dragoon.*

He shoved him safely back into his pocket. 

“Fantastic job, Tyson.” Boris was in front of him now, holding out his hand to help him up. 

Tyson wanted to refuse, but his legs were like jelly, he grasped his hand using it as his crutch. 

“You must be thirsty after a performance like that! Come- I have a room prepared.” 

Tyson found himself in an extremely fancy penthouse. Extravagant food was laid out on a table with every kind of drink next to it. 

Boris had gestured to a couch telling him to sit down, when he did, the soft plush absorbed him. The comfort felt amazing on his aching muscles. 

“What do you want to drink, champion?” Boris popped open a wine bottle and poured himself a glass. 

Tyson watched him cautiously, he had never seen an adult drink alcohol so casually in front of him- he was underage after all. 

“Do you want some of this?” Boris gestured to his crystal glass and grinned. 

“No- Just water, thanks.” 

“Any food?” Boris asked as he handed him a glass of cold water from the table. 

Tyson accepted it and began to drink, he stopped for a moment, “not hungry.” 

“You’ve been through a lot tonight, that’s understandable.”

Tyson took another worried sip, “Yeah.” Tyson’s eyes darted side to side.

“You must be wondering about the room?” 

“Is this your place?” Tyson took a good look at the penthouse this time. 

“Actually, it was supposed to be yours, when I finally convinced you to join BEGA, but-” Boris took a sip of his wine, “it seems like that just isn’t going to happen.” 

Tyson felt a wave of exhaustion fall over him. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. 

“Let me show you around,” Boris suggested. 

Tyson decided to follow, he needed to get off the couch before he fell asleep. 

He showed him the kitchen, balcony, hot tub, fireplace, and finally the bedroom. 

“King Size bed, very comfortable, you can lay down if you want.” 

Tyson could sense his eyes closing, it had been a long day, he had never felt this tired, even after training all night. 

Boris sat on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him. Without questioning, Tyson was sitting beside him too. 

“It’s okay to rest sometimes. Have you ever seen a champion win on fumes?” 

“I have.” Tyson tried to grin, but failed. 

“Go to sleep Tyson.” 

“No- not here.” 

Boris took his empty water glass out of his hand- he gently pushed his shoulder, Tyson collapsed backwards into the bed. 

“Sleep.”

[brelione]

Virginity (TopperXReader)

27 and 47 for Topper? I love how many requests I got like when I said to send in requests yall really delivered and I appreciate it so much.

Also if someone could please make some more Topper gifs that would be great because I suck at it :)

Warnings:Smut if you couldnt tell by the title.

You and Topper’s relationship had officially started around three months ago.You knew that he had been with a handful of girls before you and had even lost his virginity in freshman year.You,on the other hand,couldnt relate.He had tried a couple of things before,like pulling up your shirt or when a makeout session got intense he’d go to unbutton your pants but you had always made up an excuse.

Now he had you pinned against the wall,his lips moving down your neck and his teeth nipping at your skin every couple of moments.Your parents had gone to the mainland for a vacation,you didnt know what from exactly but it didnt really matter.His hands trailed down,going to pull off your t shirt.He felt you stiffen,making him pull away and look up at you.

 “Are you just not into me?Cause I keep trying to make a move and you just dont seem happy.”He sighed,standing up straight.You bit down on your lip,trying to figure out what to tell him. “Um..im a virgin.”You mumbled.His eyebrows knit together,his lips falling into a frown. “What?Say it again,please.”He requested.You sighed,looking up at him. “Im a virgin,Topper.”You expected him to laugh but instead he nodded. “You couldve just told me.”He mumbled,feeling like you didnt trust him.You shrugged,not really knowing what to say. 

“So are you uncomfortable right now?Do you want to just rain check it for another time?”He asked,his hand rubbing your side lightly.You bit the inside of your cheek,beaming up at him. “Its not that im uncomfortable,I just dont know what im doing.”You admitted.He nodded,leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Thats okay,I know what im doing.And I know that there is no way that you’re having your first time against a wall.”He took your hand,bringing you up to your bedroom.

He grabbed a towel from your bathroom,putting it down on the bed. “If you want me to stop,just tell me.Understand?”He asked.You just nodded,too nervous to say anything. “We dont have to do it,you know.”He said upon realizing just how nervous you were. “I want too...just nervous.”You answered.He placed a light peck on your lips,then your nose and forehead. “Its me,baby.You know I wouldnt hurt you.”He sent you a reassuring grin,kissing your neck lightly.

 “Try not to be so tense,okay?If you’re tense it’ll hurt and neither of us want that.”He spoke softly,moving his hands down to the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head.He lifted your head up by your chin,kissing you again. “I love you.”He grinned.You grinned. “I love you too.”You answered.He placed light kisses down your chest,leaving small hickeys.

His hands went under you,unclipping your bra.You bit your lip as his latched onto one of your nipples,sucking gently. “You okay?”He asked.

You nodded,urging him to keep going.He kissed your collarbone,leaving a rather dark hickey on the skin.His fingers unbuttoned your pants,pulling them down and tossing them over the side of the bed.He didnt fail to notice your thighs squeeze together,making him grin. “You know,its not really gonna work if you close your legs.”He chuckled.You apologized quietly,letting him pull down your underwear and spread your legs.

He ran a finger past your folds,smiling at how wet you were becoming.He pressed a kiss to your clit,testing the waters.He licked softly at your core,listening to you moan quietly.He put a finger in you,moving it in and out slowly so you could get used to the feeling before adding another.Your moans acted like fuel,making him move faster.Your face twisted in slight discomfort when he added a third.

 “I know,I know but I gotta stretch you out so I wont hurt you.”He spoke softly,kissing your stomach lightly.The discomfort went away as your wetness coated his fingers,making it easier for him to move.He couldve listened to your moans as he fingered you for hours,letting you cum all over them.He pulled them out after a while though,pretty sure that you wouldnt be able to handle two orgasms.You whined at the loss of contact,making a smile spread across his handsome face.He pulled down his pants along with his boxers,letting you stare for a few moments. “Its okay to back out now,you know.”He reminded you. “You’re going to puncture my kidney with that thing.”You mumbled.

He let out a low,chuckled shaking his head. “It’ll be fine.”He answered.He grabbed a condom that he kept in his pocket,sliding it on. “Ready?”He asked.You let out a shaky sigh,nodding.He slowly began to slide in,stopping when he saw your eyes clench shut,holding your breath.He leaned down so you could touch him,your fingernails digging into his back. “Hey,hey,I know it hurts but you gotta relax.”He spoke softly.You bit down hard on your lip,holding him tighter.

 “It hurts.”You whispered.He nodded,kissing your forehead. “Do you want me to stop?”He asked.You shook your head,telling him that you needed a minute.He nodded,his fingers grazing over your temple and cheek bone,trying to ease the pain. “You can move.”You whispered.He slowly inched in,not wanting to give you too much at once.He’d pause everytime he moved,letting you adjust.Once he was fully in he waited for you to tell him you were okay,hovering over you and letting you run your fingers through his hair.

 “You okay?”He asked.You nodded,letting him know that he could move.He started with a slow pace,watching as your face changed from being in discomfort to pleasure,quiet moan spilling from your lips.He sped up a bit,not going too hard on you.Your hands went to his hair,pulling at the blonde strands lightly. “You good?”He asked.You nodded,he eventually got to a hellish pace,your nails leaving red scratched on his back and his teeth leaving small marks along yout neck.

“Topper-Topper I think im gonna cum.”Your grip on him tightened.You had read enough about sexual education due to the american school system failing you that you knew what the feeling within you meant.Though it was rare for a girl to get that feeling when with a guy.He kissed your forehead as you climaxed,the fluids leaking out of you and onto the towel.

He slowly pulled out of you,not wanting you to get overwhelmed by all the feelings.He disposed of the condom,pulling on his boxers and going into your dresser to get you a new shirt and some more comfortable underwear,smiling down at you. “So?How was it?”He asked,sliding the underwear up your legs due to you still being in a tired,amazed state. “Fucking insane.”You smiled,slowly sitting up.

You felt a bit sore but nothing too bad,taking the shirt from him.He laid down next to you,letting you rest on his chest. “How bad did it hurt?”He asked.You sighed,tightening your grip on his torso. “It was pretty bad at first but then it didnt hurt anymore.”You answered,pressing a light kiss to his collarbone.He nodded,rubbing your back. “Are you sore?”He asked.You shrugged,closing your eyes tiredly. “Do you want a heating pad or icepack?”He asked.You grumbled,resting your head in the crook of his neck. “I want cuddles.”You answered.

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★ donation request: college!au hwiyoung

there’s one thing you know about hwiyoung in the two years you’ve been in the same major as him

and it’s that he does not call people very often

actually, it takes at least a week to get a text back unless its urgent homework assignments

so when you get a call - at 6 in the morning no less - you can only think of one reason

“are you dying and you accidentally called me instead of the hospital?”

“no, worse.”

“wh- what is worse then that hwi!??!”

“dawon, my roommate, is sick.”

for a second you think this is a prank call, because there is literally no other reason for hwiyoung

who you’ve really just shared notes with and talked to a bit in between classes 

to call you - to help with a sick roommate

you were colleagues, barely even scratching the surface of friends

“um, get him some medicine?”

“no,,,,,i just - do you know how to take care of people?”

you end up standing uncomfortably over dawon’s bed, where he’s coughing up a storm and running a high fever

“ok hwiyoung, he needs medicine. the most i can do is make a cold compress and some soup - after that you should take him to the hospital.”

“i would but dawon is a bit-”

dawon, hacking into another napkin goes: “im not going to the hospital”

“why not? you need medicine!”

“ill just -” he stops to sneeze so loud you’re afraid the whole dorm shakes “sweat it out.”

“you’re both so stubborn, whatever. ill go start on the soup, hwiyoung go and get some tylenol or something.”

you shuffle through the door and down the hall to the kitchen, you hear the soft padding of feet behind you

and turn to see hwiyoung

“can you come with me?”

he asks, wide brown eyes darting to the side

“i dont want to end up getting the wrong thing,,,,,,,,”

you blink - not even sure what to say at this point, you’re already in this absurd situation

so you just agree

you and hwiyoung stand shoulder to shoulder in the ‘cold and flu’ aisle

you keep picking boxes from the shelves and reading them outloud while hwiyoung looks at you like you’re speaking in tongues

you want to make a comment about how you’re surprised he’s lasted this long on his own - but you think thats a bit mean and really it is sweet that hes at least trying for dawon

you finally pick a medicine and on your way back to the dorm, you mutter that you should buy the ingredients for the soup because chances are, neither he or dawon have bought vegetables in a long long - long - time

you make a quick stop at the supermarket, loading hwiyoung’s hands up with everything you need for the soup and by the time you make it back to the dorm

poor, sick dawon has managed to crawl into the living room - sitting like a cocooned butterfly in multiple blankets

hwiyoung hands him the medicine and you give him a glass of water before you instruct him to lay down and sleep while you cook

“hwiyoung, your significant other is so nice”

dawon manages through a hoarse voice as he woozily wobbles back to bed

you don’t hear it, as you’re too focused on starting the soup - but hwiyoung just freezes until you call him over to help

it takes a while to make - even though its the easiest thing in the world - because you have to stop and teach hwiyoung how to cut up carrots or dice chicken

your hands brush his when you pass him a bowl and your voice is kind and reassuring as you tell him dawon will be ok

hwiyoung keeps circling back to dawon’s words - and you don’t notice how he keeps biting back his lip - unsure of if he should tell you about dawon’s misconception or not

he decides not to, as you two wait for the soup to boil and you make yourself some coffee 

“hwiyoung, why did you call me of all people to help you?”

you suddenly ask and hwiyoung visably gets shaken up, before his fingers nervously tap on the edge of his mug

“i just - well, i couldnt think of anyone else.”

“what about that nice pre-med you hang out with, rowoon?”

“oh- he’s um - he’s a heavy sleepier so-”

hwiyoung is grasping for straws, no matter if you can see it or not 

because weirdly enough he doesnt have an answer for you

he had just thought - if it was me who was sick, who would i call? and you had popped into mind

the truth was, you and him hadn’t interacted much, you were both majoring in the same thing and your classes overlapped

but ,,,, there was something about you

hwiyoung wasnt a people person in the least - but you were gentle and always seemed like you wanted others to be happy

he had never even told dawon, or any of his friends for that matter, that he had started to have a crush on you

but - he was coming to terms that thats what it was 

a crush

you jump a little when you look at the timer and tell hwiyoung the soup is done and to go wake up dawon

you get everything into a bowl and carefully make your way down the hall 

just before you edge open the door with your foot, you hear the groggy and tired voice of dawon

“so- how long have you been dating them?”

“im not dating them dude, and dont say things like that when they’re around or-”

dawon sneezes, but goes; “or what? you totally like them so just let them know.”

your hands grip the bowl a little tighter, the heat of the soup almost burning your palms but you cant believe it 

hwiyoung? likes you?

no, there isn’t anyway- he hadn’t even asked you to hangout as friends before-

“yeah, i like them but im not going to just say it. im not like you-”

the sound of the bowl, along with the soup, clattering to the floor makes both boys jump

hwiyoung’s already large eyes seem to double at the realization that you’ve heard everything

and dawon, in his flu like delirum, just stares

“i -”

you start, but you cant be sure what to say or think, so you just point to the kitchen

“ill get another bowl-”

before you dart away

a moment later, hwiyoung appears in the kitchen and starts to scramble for something to say

and you just tell him its fine, its ok, you guys should take care of dawon first and then talk about what you heard

“its fine, ill get my own soup.”

you and hwiyoung turn to see dawon, up and sniffling 

he shuffles to the pot and pours himself a new bowl, looking at you two with a sly grin that turns immediately into another cough

“ill do it because you might drop my soup again.”

he adds and shuffles back down the hall  - you look at pot and then at hwiyoung 

and hwiyoung just swallows, nervous but obviously ready to say something 

“i - i do like you, and im sorry-”

“no - dont be. i - i like you too.”

hwiyoung seems genuinely surprised, which you want to explain as: do you think id drag my ass over to your dorm at 6 am to help your roommate out if i didnt at least like you a little bit?

but you dont, you just come a little closer and press a kiss to hwiyoung’s cheek

he goes pink all over, but a big gummy smile spreads on his lips

“but also, id appreciate a real date some time - not another babysitting dawon situation.”

you half joke, hwiyoung nods - he asks where you’d want him to take you and right before you can answer

the door to the dorm swings open, rowoon - looking panicked - asks where dawon is

you point down the hall and he dashes for it, followed by the sound of a loud thud

“who spilled soup on the floor?!?!?!?”

you cant help but hold back a laugh, hwiyoung joins in with you - reaching out to take your hand in his 

[theultimatefanficwriter]

(Lemon)Dance Into My Heart-Ryoma Hoshi x Reader

Commission by Itaintbondagedotcom on Wattpad This story is SUPER LONG. Just a warning! Trigger Warning: References to sexual assault(It is NOT written out, dont worry! Just vaguely mentioned), Vague suicidal tendencies This is a Lemon: Sexual Content ahead!(Granted it’s at the very end, so you can read the whole thing and just skip the ending if you want)

You slowly opened your eyes to incomplete darkness. Little slits of light were shining through some holes. "Wh...what the hell? Where am I?!" You exclaimed, beginning to panic. You reached your hand forward and felt a wall. You gave it a solid push, and it gave. Your eyes widened as you tumbled forward, having lost your balance. You landed with a thud onto the floor. You rubbed your head. You looked back and noticed a locker where you had fallen from. What were you doing stuffed in a locker?!

"You alright?"

A deep voice took you by surprise. You glanced over to where the voice came from. There stood a...child? As you stood up, he barely reached your middle. You looked around, but there was no one else in this room, which appeared to be a classroom. Did...did this child say that? In that voice?

"Um...H-hi there...? I'm fine. I...think. Do you know where we are? Where are your parents?" You asked the kid.

The boy frowned and pulled at his beanie, covering his eyes with it. "Not here." He muttered. Your eyes widened. Yup, that deep voice definitely came from him. "And I'm not a child."

You felt your face flush a dark red in embarrassment. "Oh my God, I-I am so sorry!" You apologized. "You're just so short, and you look like one of those chibi characters in anime, and I'm going to stop talking now." You firmly shut your mouth after that.

The man in front of you sighed. "Don't sweat it, kid. It happens a lot. I'm used to it." He took out a candy cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "I'm guessing you don't know where we are either, huh?"

You shook your head. "No, I don't. I don't even know how I got here. I don't have a clue what's going on."

The man in blue hmphed. "Same here." He took the cig from his mouth and held it between his fingers as he glanced at you. "We should probably introduce ourselves, don't you think?"

Your eyes widened. "Oh! Right! Sorry! My name is Y/N L/N. I'm the Ultimate Dancer!" You grinned and did a small twirl. When you came to a stop you looked to the man. His expression hadn't changed.

"The name's Ryoma Hoshi. I used to be known as the Ultimate Tennis Pro, but that man no longer exists." He placed the cigarette back in his mouth and looked away.

You tilted your head in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean 'no longer exists'?" You questioned.

Ryoma sighed. "It's nothing you need to worry yourself about. In fact, it'd probably be best if you just stay away from me." He then turned and headed towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" You called, walking after him. You didn't really want to be alone in a place you knew nothing about.

The tennis player glanced back at you. "To go look around. We have to be here for a reason. I'm going to try to find out what that is." He then opened the door and walked out. You followed him. He noticed this and raised a brow. "Didn't I say you should stay away from me?"

You chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, but wouldn't it be best if we stay in pairs? Besides, you can't be that dangerous!"

Ryoma chuckled lowly at that last comment, though his expression didn't change much. If anything, it turned into a scowl. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you if you get hurt."

You frowned at him. "Is that...a threat?"

The small man shook his head. "No, of course not. People just tend to get hurt around me....Sometimes worse." He muttered the last part, but you still managed to hear it. You frowned again, but this time out of pity. What had this guy gone through?

You decided it would be your goal to try and help him.

~~~

You were still in shock over the news you had received hours later. It was just so...ridiculous! You had to kill someone if you wanted to leave? What kind of sick joke was this? You sighed and shook your head. "I gotta stop thinking about it." You muttered, and looked around. You noticed Ryoma leaning against the wall of the dorms, a candy cigarette in his mouth. You smiled. "Maybe I should talk to someone." You said as you began to walk over to him.

Ryoma glanced up as you approached him. When you came to a stop in front of him, he sighed. "You're really persistent about this whole staying around me thing, aren't you?"

You giggled and nodded. "Yup! Sure am! I don't get why you wanna keep me away so badly. You seem really cool from what I can tell!"

The tennis pro frowned at that. "'Cool', huh? Tch. You still got a ways to go, kid. I'm about the furthest thing from cool."

You copied his form. "Hmm....I disagree." You pointed to his hat. "For starters, your hat is pretty cool! I like the cat ears! You like cats?"

Ryoma didn't answer for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. I do. I had one, too. A Russian Blue named Smokey."

"Awww!" You exclaimed, placing a hand over your heart. "That's adorable! Well, then we better find a way out of here so you can return to him, huh?"

There was more silence from the shorter man, before he pulled down his hat and replied. "...he's gone."

You blinked, taken aback. "O...oh. I-I'm sorry. I didn't know."

Ryoma just shook his head. "Don't sweat it. Look, I appreciate the gesture, but you seriously should just leave me alone. I'm a dangerous man."

Your expression turned to one of annoyance. "Why do you keep saying that?! What could you have possibly down that's so dangerous you want me to stay away from you so badly?!"

Ryoma slowly took the candy cigarette from his mouth and looked up into your eyes with his own large pupils.

"I'm a murderer."

You stood still for a while, unsure how to react. "Wha...huh? Y-you're a...."

The ex-tennis pro pulled his hat down once more and turned his back to you. "Maybe now you'll take the hint." He said as he began walking away. "I'm not the kind of person you should hang around."

You watched as he walked into his room. You stood there for a few more minutes as you processed what you just learned. Ryoma...was a murderer? And he was here....in a killing game? For a moment you felt worried. Would you have to keep an eye on him? Would he kill someone?

But that worry left you fairly quickly. You weren't completely sure why, but you doubted he would kill. It might be because he obviously wanted to protect others from him. Why would he act like that if he wanted to kill someone?

You let out a sigh and rubbed your face. "Fuck. I wish I could just get go back to normal life." You murmured, walking away from the dorms. You noticed Kaede and Shuichi exit the school. They said something to each before giving the other a wave and parting ways.

Shuichi passed by you towards the dorms. He gave a small smile. "Hello, Y/N." He greeted you quietly as he walked by.

You returned the smile, nodding at him. "Hey, Shuichi." You replied. As he went toward his dorm, you looked towards Kaede, seeing she was heading down one of the dirt paths. You jogged over to her until you caught up.

When you were beside her, she turned to you, giving you a bright smile. "Oh! Hi, Y/N!" She said to you.

"Hey, Kaede. Hope you don't mind me joining you." You responded. "I just got done talking with Ryoma, and he left me a bit...confused."

"Of course I don't mind, I'm just going a short walk." Kaede tilted her head slightly. "What do you mean by confused?"

You sighed and scratched at your arm. "Well...I woke up in the same room as him, right? And right away he was acting all...edgy, I guess."

The pianist nodded. "I know what you mean. He keeps trying to push people away."

You looked over at her, nodding frantically. "Exactly! So I decided I wanted to help him." You let out a sigh. "But, he just told that he was a murderer. I didn't really expect that, and I don't know how to feel."

Kaede let out a solemn sigh. "Yeah, I know about that. Shuichi told me. He apparently took out an entire mafia with a steel tennis ball."

Your eyes widened. "He did what?!" You exclaimed. "Seriously?!"

"According to Shuichi. And he's the Ultimate Detective, so I trust him."

You were quiet for a moment as the two of you walked. You kind of understood why Ryoma saw himself as dangerous. To kill an entire mafia? Not everyone is capable of something like that. But still...you couldn't agree with him. You just couldn't see him as dangerous.

"Are you going to keep trying to break through to Ryoma?"

Kaede's question broke you out of your stupor. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. Of course I am. I really want to help him. I feel really bad for him. Something terrible must've happened to him."

Kaede grinned at you. "I'm glad to hear that! We should always be there to help our friends! I also feel like something happened to Ryoma. I'll always be here to help as much as I can if you need it!"

You smiled at her. You felt a lot stronger around Kaede. She had that kind of aura. "Thanks Kaede. I'll take you up on that." You looked up at the sky, the sun beginning to set. "Well, I'm going to head to bed. See ya later, Kaede!" You waved to the pianist as you began heading back to the dorms.

"I'm gonna keep walking for a bit longer. Good night, Y/N!" She called out to you, waving back.

You felt much better as you walked up to your room. You walked into your room and changed into sleeping clothes before collapsing onto your bed. You fell asleep shortly after.

~~~

You awoke the next morning to an announcement from the screen in your room, the strange 'Monokubs' informing you of the time. As the screen returned to black, you threw your legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching your arms over your head. You let out a yawn as you walked over to the wardrobe and began getting dressed for the day. Once you were fully clothed, you stepped outside. Your stomach rumbled, so you began heading toward the cafeteria.

When you arrived, everyone else was there as well. Including Ryoma. You just looked at him for a moment, him not having yet noticed you, before you began heading into the kitchen.

"Oh, there's no need for that, Y/N!" You heard someone call to you. You turned back and saw Kaede smiling at you. "Kirumi was nice enough to make us all breakfast! She said it should be done soon. Just take a seat with the rest of us!"

You returned her smile and nodded. "Oh, alright! That is really kind of her!" You looked around for an empty seat. You noticed one beside Kaito and began to head there, before you noticed that Ryoma was sitting completely alone. You frowned and walked over to Kaito. "Hey, why isn't anyone sitting with Ryoma?"

Kaito looked over at you. "I mean, we tried. I offered for the guy to come over here, but he just said he deserves to be alone." The astronaut trainee furrowed his brow. "Man, what a let down. I used to look up to that guy."

You looked back over to Ryoma. "Well, I'm gonna go sit with him." You said determinedly.

Kaito scoffed. "Good luck. He's really persistent on being alone."

You grinned. "Well, luckily I'm just as stubborn." You told him before heading over to the ex tennis player.

The small man looked up at the sound of your footsteps. He frowned. "Really, kid? You still wanna talk to me even after learning the truth?"

You nodded and plopped into a seat across from him. "Yup! Because if you were planning on killing me or someone else, you wouldn't be this insistent on keeping everyone away from you. You'd try to be our friends, gain our trust, stuff like that." You gave him a soft smile. "I just want to talk to you for a minute, Ryoma. Can we do that? Please?"

The man across from you was silent for a moment, avoiding your gaze. Finally he spoke. "Alright. I suppose talking for a minute or two can't do much harm." He looked up and locked eyes with you. "What do you want to talk about?"

You blanked. You hadn't thought this far ahead. You didn't actually expect him to agree. "Uh..." You scratched your head. "....ten...nis?"

He just stared at you for a moment before sighing, tugging on his beanie slightly. "...It always comes back to that, doesn't it?" He muttered. "Fine. What do you wanna know?"

Now that you thought about it, there were a few things regarding tennis you wanted to ask him. "Do you still like it?"

He shook his head. "I always get asked that." He said softly. "It's not an easy question to answer, you know. I'm not sure if I even fully know myself."

You gave a gentle smile. "It's ok. You don't have to answer."

He looked a bit surprised at that. "...Huh. Most folks push me to answer."

You frowned. "Well that's just rude. I might be persistent in wanting to talk to you, but I'm not gonna force you to talk about anything you don't want to."

Ryoma didn't respond to that, he only let out a quiet 'hm' sound as he placed a candy ciggerate in his mouth.

You moved onto your second question. "Why do you say 'the man know as the Ultimate Tennis Pro is dead?'" You asked.  

Ryoma sighed. "Because I threw that past life away. I'm nothing but a husk of what I used to be."

You shook your head. "Ryoma, no! That can't be true! What you did, I know you regret it! If you didn't you wouldn't be acting this way!  You think you're protecting us by keeping us away from you. You're afraid you'll lose yourself and hurt someo-"

"No." He interrupted you. You blinked at him as he looked away, tugging his beanie over his eyes. "That's not it. I'm not afraid of 'losing myself' or something like that. You're right about how I don't want to hurt anyone....But life seems to rarely give me a choice." He spoke the last part so quietly you barely heard him.

You went to respond before the kitchen doors opened, and Kirumi walked out carrying several trays of food. She places them on the tables, and everyone goes over to get some. Ryoma stood, stopping for a moment and glancing over his shoulder to look at you. "Don't ruin your life bothering with a guy like me. You still have a future. I threw mine away." After speaking those words he walked towards the the table with food, leaving you sitting there, frustrated.

This would be harder than you thought. Ryoma had some really tough walls up. But that just made you want to help him even more, even if the more he pushed you away the more agitated you became. You needed to find out about what exactly happened to him.

~~~

After breakfast, and an appearance from Monokuma announcing some stupid 'First Blood Perk', you went looking for Ryoma. You found him in the library sitting at the table reading a book of some kind. He looked up when you entered but didn't say anything, only returning to his book. You walked over to him and sat beside him. He looked up from his book again and over to you. "Again already? We already did this at breakfast."

"Yeah, well, there's more I need to talk to you about." You told him. You frowned and looked to him for a moment. "Ryoma...why did you kill the mafia?"

He sighed, and placed the book down. "So you finally found out. Surprised it took you so long. Wasn't exactly keeping it a secret. Well, it's not like telling you will make things any worse." He looked down at the table, avoiding your gaze. "...I was stupid. I threw away my life, my family...my lover..."

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise at that. Ryoma didn't really seem like the relationship type. He must've seen your reaction, because he sighed before continuing. "Anyway. The mafia kept inviting me to underground tennis matches. I tried to decline, but they were as persistent as you. I eventually agreed, but like the fool I am, I decided to win the match I was suppose to throw. Obviously, the mafia didn't like that. They came after me and those I care about and..."

Ryoma trailed off, looking to the side. He didn't have to say it. You understood. "And you blame yourself, don't you?" You asked.

"I am to blame." He responded, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "If I hadn't been an idiot then they wouldn't have...she wouldn't..." He clenched his fists and lowered his eyes.

You just looked at him. You hadn't known him long, but this was the most emotion you had seen him express. You slowly reached a hand out and placed it on his shoulder. "You aren't to blame. All of that lies with the mafia. They did this. Not you."

Ryoma shook his head. "But they wouldn't have if I hadn't gotten involved, would they?"

You sighed, beginning to get a bit agitated. You were just going in circles. "Ryoma, please. Just listen to me. You aren't a bad person. You were just doing what you thought was right."

"And look at where that got me." He responded, still not looking at you. "I got those I loved killed, and I became a killer myself. All because I 'did what I thought was right.'"

You frowned and let out a frustrated sigh, all of the annoyance you were feeling finally becoming too much for you. He finally looked up at you. "You know what else you did?" You asked him. "You stopped the mafia from killing who knows how many other families. You kept an unknown number of people from seeking revenge like you did, and probably failing because they don't have the same strength or skills as you. You prevented more underhanded crimes; murders, drug dealings, hell, even those matches you hated so much!" You glared at him. "Your past doesn't define you, its what you do with your future that makes a person. And if I can be honest, Ryoma, I'd say you haven't made much of yourself."

Ryoma stared at you for a while, taken aback. He finally opened his mouth to speak when the library doors opened. You both turned to look and saw Kaede and Shuichi enter. When they saw you they stopped.

"Oh, sorry! Did we interrupt something?" Kaede asked.

You shook your head, standing from your seat. "No, it's fine. I was just about to leave, actually." You said a quick goodbye to Shuichi and Kaede, not looking back to Ryoma.

~~~

You headed back to your room and stayed there for a long time. As you laid there, you calmed down from your outburst. You began to feel guilty. You shouldn't have said any of the things you did. You slowly stood from your bed and stepped outside, starting your search for Ryoma.

You eventually made it to the AV room. You turned the doorknob and opened the door, and saw Ryoma on the couch. A documentary on tennis was playing. You slowly walked inside, closing the door behind you as you walked toward him. "Ryoma?" You called out to him.

He glanced up at you. "Hello, Y/N." He replied, then looked back to the screen.

You bit your lip at that. "Do you...mind if I join you?" You asked.

"I have no authority to stop you." He shrugged. "Do what you want."

You nodded and took a seat next to him. There was an awkward silence for a little while, the only sound being the movie on the screen, until you spoke up. "I'm sorry, Ryoma." You apologized. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. I had no right. You've been through so much, I shouldn't just undermine your trauma like th-"

"No." He cut you off, and you turned to look at him. "You had a point." You're eyes widened as he continued. "I didn't think about the positive my actions could've caused. And while I'm not entirely convinced everything isn't my fault, I can admit you aren't entirely wrong."

You smiled widely. "Really?! You really think that?!" You exclaimed happily.

He nodded. "Yeah. I thought about it a lot after you left." He raised a brow at you. "I still don't think you should be hanging around me."

You smirked. "And I still don't care." You retorted playfully.

Ryoma shook his head. "Yeah, I expected as much." He said, chuckling softly. Your smile widened at that. That was the first time you had heard him let out a real laugh.

It was the next day, and you woke up happy. You felt like you had made some progress with Ryoma! You even heard him laugh a little! You smiled as you got dressed and made your way to the cafeteria to meet with everyone.

You were the last to arrive, and food was already on the table. You noticed Ryoma by himself again, so you sat across from him. "Morning, Ryoma." You greeted him.

"...Good morning, Y/N." He replied, looking over to you. "Is there something else you wanted to talk about?"

You shook your head. "Not really. I just wanted to sit here with you, if that's alright."

The short man nodded. "Again, I have no right to stop you. You can do whatever you want."

You grinned. "Good! Then I wanna sit with you!" You said happily. "Hey, there actually is a question I wanna ask you."

Ryoma smirked. "I had a feeling. Go ahead then."

"Do you wanna hang out with me later?" You asked him.

Ryoma was taken off guard. It was clear he didn't expect that question. "You want to hang out with me?"

"Yeah!" You assured him. "We could hang out in the AV room like yesterday! What do you say?"

The ex-tennis player looked to the side as he thought. The moment seemed to drag out until he gave a small smile. "...Alright. I'll spend some time with you."

You grinned widely. "Yes! Thank you, Ryoma! We're gonna have fun!"

Ryoma chuckled softly. "Sure, kid." He said quietly. He closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly thinking about something. When he opened them, he looked into your eyes. "Hey. You mind if I ask you a question?"

You smiled softly and nodded. "Sure thing, Ryoma. Ask away! Whaddaya wanna know?"

Ryoma placed the candy ciggerate he was holding into his mouth, keeping it there for a moment before he spoke. "Why are you doing this?"

You blinked and tilted your head in confusion. "Doing...what?" You asked.

"This." He gestured with his hand between himself and you. "Talking to me all the time. Trying to get to know me. Wanting to hang out with me, despite me telling you not to. Because if the answer is pity, you can stop right now."

You frowned. "Well I can assure you it's not out of pity." You told him. "It's because I see what you don't. I see the kind, protective person you really are. The guy that wanted to keep his family and lover safe. The man that wanted to take down the mafia and stop them from ever hurting anyone again." You placed your hand softly on top of his that was resting on the table. "And I want to help you see that too."

Ryoma looked down at your hand on his. He wasn't able to say anything before Monokuma popped into the room.

You jumped in surprise, taking your hand off of Ryoma's. The both of you turned to look at the monochrome bear as he gave the second motive.

~~~

"If someone doesn't kill in 24 hours, we all die?" You murmured. "And the killer can just...go free?"

"Whoever's running this thing really wants it to start soon." Ryoma responded, pulling his hat over his eyes.

The two of you were in the AV room, as you had planned earlier. You didn't have a movie on. You were both still trying to comprehend the news you were told by that stupid bear. You kept thinking about the situation you were in. You wanted to believe it was just a sick prank, or some dream you were having.

But you had to face the truth. This was reality. You were trapped in a killing game. You had to kill someone to leave.

You might die.

You didn't notice, but you began shaking. Ryoma did however, and he looked over at you. "Hey, Y/N? You alright?" He asked.

You looked down at him. There were tears in your eyes. "R...Ryoma..." You whimpered. "I'm scared. I don't wanna die..."

The convict looked at you for a moment before sighing. "You have something that drives you to keep going. That's good." He looked to the side and did nothing for a moment before holding his hand out. You looked at it confused. "You're shaking like a leaf. I'm...not great at comforting, but you've been trying to do that for me. So I oughta repay the favor, right?"

You smiled at that, and you felt a strange sensation in your chest. You pushed it to the side as you gently placed your hand in his. Your hand was a bit larger than his, but he still intertwined his fingers with yours.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while, and you slowly felt yourself calm down. After you had stopped shaking, Ryoma looked to you. "Huh. Guess that worked. You alright now?"

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Ryoma. I feel a little less scared."

He shrugged and removed his hand from yours. "Like I said, just returning the favor."

You giggled softly. "Well, you're really sweet." You teased him.

You didn't get a response, but he did pull his beanie down over his face a bit. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you after that.

It was quickly broken by loud music playing from the monitor.

You both looked to it and saw a ghastly video playing that had text reading "1 Hour Until Deadline."

Ryoma sighed and shook his head. "Geez, they went over the top like this, too? They must be really serious about this." He looked at you from the corner of his eye. "Aren't you afraid of being in the same room as me right now?"

You shook your head. "No. Why would I be?"

"Because I'm a murderer." He reminded you. "It might've been bad people I killed, but it proves I have the capacity to do so."

"I don't think you'd kill an innocent person. You're a good person." You responded.

Ryoma turned his head to the side. "Hmph. You're pretty trusting." He looked back over to you. "That's not necessarily a bad thing. Though you should be careful. Some people aren't so kind."

You nodded. "I know." You smiled warmly at him. "But you are."

Ryoma cracked a small smile and breathed out a quiet laugh.

There was more silence, save for the music from the monitor. This time it was broken by Ryoma.

"You could kill me."

You blinked. "Wh...huh?" You turned to look at him, but the back of his was facing you. "Ryoma...what are you talking about?"

"You deserve to get out of here. You have a reason to live. I don't have anything like that." He explained in a low voice. "You've been trying to convince me I'm not a bad person, but even if that's true, it doesn't change the fact I have no one waiting for me out there." He turned his head and met your eyes. "I'm betting you do."

You tried to stammer out a response, but nothing came to you. You didn't know what to say. What was Ryoma saying?! That...that you should kill him to save your own life?!

"With that First Blood Perk you won't even go through a trial. You'll just leave. You can even go get help for the others." He continued. "I'll willingly give my life to help everyone here."

You continued to stare in shock at him, before shaking your head, finally coming out of your stupor. "No...no!" You exclaimed. "Ryoma...I refuse to kill anyone! Not, you, not anyone! You're life isn't worthless! You can always find another reason to live if you don't have one out there!"

He looked at you for a moment before sighing. "Looks like I still got a ways to go. Sorry. Forget I mentioned it." He turned his head back to the blank screen.

You kept looking at him, worry etched on your features. Was Ryoma ok? Was he worse off than you thought? Did....did he want to die? Pushing the thought to the side for now, you forced yourself to look away from Ryoma and to the monitor, where the strange video was playing.

Eventually, you heard some commotion coming from the game room. the two of you turned your heads to the door. You could hear muffled voices.

"Didn't think anyone would be playing games at a time like this." Ryoma muttered.

You nodded in agreement, watching the door curiously. Suddenly it opened, and the giant that is Gonta entered, closing it behind him.

When he turned back around, he stopped in surprise when he saw you and Ryoma. "Oh! Gonta not know Y/N and Ryoma would be here!"

You smiled at him. "Hi, Gonta. Yeah, we were just hanging out here."

"What's going on in the game room, Gonta?" Ryoma questioned him.

"Oh! Kaito gather Gonta and other people to fight the Monokumas!" The bug lover explained. "So Gonta come here to watch bug movie to get in fighting mood!"

You and Ryoma looked at each other, neither of you understanding how that would put someone in a fighting mood, but neither wanting to question Gonta.

"Do Y/N and Ryoma mind if Gonta watch bug movie?" Gonta asked. "Gonta no want to interrupt date, because Gonta gentleman!"

Your eyes widened. "Date?! No no no no no!" You frantically shook you head and laughed nervously, though you felt a soft pang in your chest when you said the word date. "We aren't on a date, Gonta!" You glanced over at Ryoma, and saw that he was frowning and looking away.

Gonta frowned as well. "Oh. Sorry. Gonta no mean to offend."

You let out a breath. "It's alright, Gonta. And It's fine. You can watch your movie." You looked back to Ryoma. "You wanna go somewhere else?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Maybe we could go for a walk."

You smiled. "That sounds nice." The two of you stood from the couch and made your way to the door. But before you could leave the room, you heard it.

Ding dong bing dong!

"A body has been discovered! Everyone please make your way to the library!"

Your eyes widened, and your head shot over to Ryoma, then to Gonta. They both looked as surprised as you. Without a single word, you all ran out of the AV room and made your way to the library.

You joined up with the others in the game room and quickly rushed through the library doors. You walked in and frantically looked around the room. At first you didn't see anything.

And then you froze.

There, in the back of the room, was Rantaro Amami, sprawled out on the floor with blood pooling around his head.

~~~

The trial was over, and you laid in your room, staring up at the ceiling. You couldn't sleep after what you just went through. You tried, but it was impossible. After a few more moments of staring silently into the darkness, you finally stood and left your room. As you closed the door behind you, you looked around until you found your target and walked to it. You raised your hand and knocked softly on the door.

After a moment, it opened, and there stood Ryoma. He looked up at you, looking as worn out as you felt. "Y/N?"

You nodded, grabbing your right arm with your left. "Sorry to bother you, Ryoma. But...I can't sleep. I really don't wanna be alone right now."

The convict looked at you for a moment before sighing and walking into his room. "Come in." He called over to you.

You smiled gratefully as you followed him in, closing the door behind you. He sat on his bed, and you sat beside him.

He looked you in the eyes. "So what's on your mind?" He asked, though he knew. It was obvious what it was.

You let out a shaky sigh. "K...Kaede." You murmured. "I know she did it to try to kill the mastermind, but...she was our leader. She was so sweet, so helpful! I thought of her as a friend. And....and that execution!" Tears began falling from your eyes. "It was so brutal...she deserved better than that!"

Ryoma watched you silently for a while. "I know how you feel." He finally said. "She gave us all hope. The first I've had in a while." He pulled at his beanie. "I haven't had this feeling of shattered hope in a long time."

You tried to wipe your tears but they were falling too fast. "I'm even more scared than I was before, Ryoma." You told him. "I...I feel like you're the only one I can trust right now."

He raised a brow. "Really? And why is that?"

You picked at the skin on your arm. "Because. You've been really nice to me, despite you saying how dangerous you are. And you're the one I've spent the most time with, so I feel like I know more about you than the others." You looked down at him and gave a small smile despite your tears. "And we're friends."

Ryoma let out a 'hmm" as he thought on that. "I see. Well, if that's how you feel, then I guess that means I'll never get rid of you, huh?" He gave a small smirk.

You chuckled and shook your head, wiping your eyes as your tears finally slowed to a stop. "Nope, I'm here to stay."

The ex-tennis pro's mouth slowly turned into a frown. "Don't make promises you can't keep." He murmured. "This is still a killing game. Something could happen you can't control." You bit your lip and started shaking. Ryoma looked over to you and sighed. "Sorry, Y/N. Geez,  I'm not helping the situation, am I?"

You shook your head. "N-no, it's ok, Ryoma." You muttered. "I'm alright."

Ryoma looked down at the ground for a moment, then back at you. "Your Research Lab has been open since the start, right?" You looked over at him and nodded slowly. He then stood and began making his way to the door.

You furrowed your brow and stood, following after him in confusion. "Ryoma? Where are you going?"

"To your Research Lab." He said plainly. "Come on."

You were still confused, but you followed the small man out of his room and out into the night.

~~~

The two of you walked into the school, and you showed Ryoma the way to your lab. The door had a pair of ballet slippers on them. Ryoma looked to you. "Have you been inside yet?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No. I haven't really had the chance to." You looked down at him. "So why are we here?"

"Whenever I was really stressed or upset about something, I'd go to the court and play for a while. It always helped me calm down." He explained, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turned to look at your door. "This is just an assumption, but maybe the same thing will happen if you dance for a little bit."

You smiled softly. You thought it was really sweet Ryoma was trying to cheer you up like this. You felt that same strange feeling in your chest from before. You frowned for a moment, but pushed it aside and opened your lab door open.

You looked at it in awe. It was a large dance floor, with full length mirrors across the wall. There were mats laying against the back wall, along with all the other supplies you would ever need, including any props you'd want for a performance. There was even a dressing room and some comfortable looking seats for an audience to sit.

Ryoma looked around the room. "Hmm. Never really been in a dancing studio before. Do they usually look like this?" He asked, glancing up at you.

You nodded. "Yeah. I wasn't expecting the one here to be so....nice looking. And well stocked! I thought it would be a cramped shabby little room, but..." You ran out into the open space and jumped into the air, doing a twirl before landing back down on your feet. You were grinning from ear to ear. "...this place is amazing!" You finished your sentence.

"Good to hear it." Ryoma said. "You have fun. I hope this makes you feel better." He began to head towards the exit.

"Wait!" You called out. He stopped and turned his head over his shoulder to look at you. You bit your lip. "Um...I was hoping you could stay and...watch me dance?"

The ex-tennis pro looked down at the ground and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets. He wasn't quiet for long, answering your question fairly quickly. "...Alright. If you're ok with that."

You couldn't stop the giant grin from crossing your face. "Of course I'm alright with it!" You assured him as he walked over and took a seat. "Just give me a second to get prepared! I already know exactly what I'm gonna do!" You let out an excited giggle as you rushed off to the dressing room.

You returned about ten minutes later in a light blue silk top and skirt. The skirt flowed around you as you walked. You placed a boombox against the wall and pressed play, rushing to the middle of the dance floor. You stood there with your head down as you waited for the music to start.

The music was slow, soft and solemn, and as you began to move you were slow and fluid in your motions. You moved around gracefully, doing small jumps and landing with a twirl. Your movements were alluring as you moved across the floor. You gave occasional glances to Ryoma, and you noticed his eyes were watching your every move, though you couldn't read his expression.

As the music came to its big finish, you took a deep breath and readied yourself. You made your way to the center of the floor, and as the music reached its crescendo, you began to twirl. As you did so, you lifted your leg beside your head, your silk skirt flowing with the motions and revealing the shorts beneath. As the music died down, your spins slowed, and you slowly lowered your leg.  When the music ended, you came to a full stop, and gave a bow. As you straightened, you smiled and looked over to Ryoma.

The short man was still looking at you. You began to get worried, so you walked over to him. "Um, Ryoma?" You called. "Are...are you ok?"

He blinked at that, shaking his head softly. "Huh? Oh. Yeah. I'm fine."

"What did you think?" You asked him.

He placed a candy ciggerate in his mouth. "I see why they call you the Ultimate Dancer." He responded. "You're incredible."

You smiled at that, feeling relieved he liked your performance. "Thank you, Ryoma. This really did help a lot."

The convict gave you a small smile. "That's good. You think you can get some sleep now, or do you wanna stay here a while longer?"

"I think I've calmed down enough to get to sleep." You answered him. "Just give me a few minutes to change out of these clothes."

He nodded. "Sure thing. Take your time." You smiled at him as you ran back over to the dressing room.

~~~

The two of you returned to the dorms in no time. You both stood outside your rooms, looking at each other before going outside. "Thank you for helping me so late at night, Ryoma." You thanked him, give the man a grateful smile.

Ryoma shrugged. "Don't mention it." He looked to the side. "Isn't that what friends are for?"

Your eyes widened at that. He...he considered you a...friend? Had you finally broke through that shell?! As you had this thought, that persistent pang in your chest returned, stronger than ever. You furrowed your brow at it.

Ryoma noticed. "Y/N? Something wrong?"

You shook your head. "N-no, nothing." You smiled. "You're right, that is what friends are for. And you can come to me whenever you need to as well!"

Ryoma smiled softly at that. "I don't doubt that. Thanks, Y/N." He turned to his dorm door. "Good night, then. I'll see you tomorrow."

You nodded. "Yep! Night, Ryoma!" You returned the goodbye as you opened your door and entered your room. You closed your door and went to sit on your bed. You placed a hand on your chest, over where you've been feeling the strange pang. You let out a gasp. It was over your heart. But, what did that mean? You furrowed your brow as you wracked your brain, trying to figure out what it could possibly point to. Your eyes widened. "No...th...that can't be it...can it?" You murmured. But the more you thought about it, the more you had to admit it.

You had a crush on Ryoma Hoshi.

~~~

The next morning you woke up to the Monokubs' announcement like always. As you stood, still thinking about your realization from last night, you noticed a strange device on a table. Raising a brow, you went over to it and picked it up. It read 'Kubzpad' on the back, so you immediately became suspicious. Your first instinct was to not touch it, but something told you looking at it was important. With a sigh, you turned it on.

"Ryoma Hoshi, the Ultimate Tennis Pro!"

You nearly dropped the thing. "W...what?" You murmured in confusion. Why did it say Ryoma's name? The device continued.

"Unfortunately, there's nobody in the world who cares about you! What a shame! Sorry!"

Your eyes widened. "Nobody...cares about him?" You repeated what you had heard, then shook your head. No. That wasn't true. You cared about him. You cared about him a lot!  You narrowed your eyes angrily at the Kubzpad and slammed it down onto the table before storming out of your room.

When you arrived at the cafeteria, you learned everyone else had received a pad as well. An agreement was reached not to share them, something you quickly agreed to. That earned you a disappointed look from Ryoma.

You sat with Ryoma like always, though this time you noticed your heart did a flip when he greeted you.

"So what do you think of this motive, Y/N?" He asked you, glancing up from his food.

You bit your lip before answering. "Well...I think it's terrible, obviously. Using people we care about against us? That's awful!"

Ryoma nodded. "Yeah. It's pretty low." He picked at his food for a moment before he spoke again. "...Who's did you get?"

You choked on your food, causing Ryoma to look up, visible concern on his face. You quickly drank some water, and after a small coughing fit, you calmed down. "S-sorry, Ryoma." You apologized. "Uh, didn't we agree not to share those?"

He sighed. "Yeah, we did. But I don't know if that's best." The small man looked to the side. "...If I find my video, I can see someone who cares about me, and I can finally have a reason to get out of here with you all...a reason to live."

You gasped, and reached across the table to grab his hand. He looked over to that. "Ryoma! Don't talk like that!" You chastised him. "We're your friends! Shouldn't we be reason enough?!"

The convict sighed again as he removed his hand from yours. "You guys are fine, Y/N, and you especially have made me feel better than I have in a while. But..." He tugged on his hat. "I still barely know any of you."

You felt a different pang in your heart. It was pain this time. You frowned. "You called me your friend, Ryoma." You murmured. "Does that not mean anything? Was that just a lie?"

He turned back to you and just looked at you for a while, not sure what to say. "...It wasn't a lie." He said finally. "Of course it means something. You...really have helped me, Y/N. When I'm with you, I don't feel like the terrible person I've been calling myself for so long. But..." He let out a sigh. "I just don't know if that's enough."

The pain in your heart returned. "I see..." You whispered, looking down at your food. There was an awkward silence for a while, until you spoke up again, looking back at Ryoma. "Come to my Research Lab in a little while. There's something I need to tell you in private."

The ex-tennis player raised a brow. "Hmm? Alright then. If you insist."

You nodded and stood. "I'll see you then, Ryoma." You gave him a small smile, then left the cafeteria.

~~~

You sat on one of the seats in your Research Lab, dressed in a simple red gown with stockings underneath it. Your hair was pinned back by a shimmering red headband with a flower on it. You already had the boombox placed against the wall with the music you wanted in it. You took a deep breath as you waited for Ryoma.

You didn't have to wait long. After a short while you heard the door open, and soft footsteps echo across the floor. "Y/N?" You heard his deep voice call your name as he came into view. He stopped when he saw you.

You smiled and stood. "Hi, Ryoma." You greeted him.

He looked you up and down before replying. "...Hi. What's...the occasion?"

You sighed and walked onto the dance floor. "What you said this morning, about our friendship maybe not being enough...I want you to know that's definitely not true for me."

Ryoma raised a brow and slowly followed you onto the floor. "That so?"

You nodded. "I know we haven't known each other long, but...your friendship means a lot to me, Ryoma." You smiled at him. "And so do you. I care about you a lot." You frowned and grabbed your right arm with your left. "If...if something were to happen to you...it would hurt me...more than you could ever know." You let out a deep breath. "I'm not the best at expressing myself with words." You held your hand out to him. "I'm better at doing so with dancing. Do you mind joining me?"

Ryoma looked at your hand for a while, then back up at you. "I don't really know how to dance." He informed you.

You gave him a soft smile. "That's alright. I can show you." You offered.

He continued to look at your hand some more, before finally placing his in yours. You grinned at that, then walked over to the boombox and turned it on. Soft music began to play.

You took Ryoma's other hand and intertwined it with yours. "Alright. Follow my footwork." You told him. He nodded, and looked down. You began moving slowly, taking a step back, then a step forward, Ryoma copying your movements. You then began to slowly move in a circle, while continuing the original steps. Ryoma did as you did, albeit not as smoothly. But you didn't care.

"I'm going to spin you. Is that alright?" You asked him after a short while of doing this.

He looked up at you hesitantly. "...Sure."

You gave him a reassuring smile as you released one of his hands and used the other to lightly twirl him around. When he came to a stop, you put him into a dip. He looked up to you with a surprised look, and you couldn't help but laugh.

He soon joined in as well, his deep laugh rumbling through the room as you pulled him to his feet.

You let him go and closed your eyes as you started to dance on your own, moving your hips slowly to the beat and running your hands down your body. You cracked open an eye to see Ryoma watching you, a soft smile on his face. That made your heart beat a thousand miles an hour.

Eventually the song ended, and the two of you looked at each other. You tilted your head at the ex-tennis player. "So? Did you...understand what I was trying to express?" You asked him.

Ryoma placed his hands in his pockets and looked at you before slowly nodding. "Strangely enough, yeah. I did." He looked into your eyes. "...You really care about me that much?"

You smiled and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I do Ryoma. I don't see you as a murderer, or a criminal, or someone who deserves nothing. I see you as an incredible person with so much skill and potential! You're so kind, so caring. So please...don't look for your video. Don't talk about not having a reason to live. This might be selfish, but...could you live for me? Please?"

Ryoma took all of that in, looking to the side for a moment. He finally looked back to you. "I guess I can do that." He agreed. Your smile widened as he continued. "You've come to mean a lot to me, too. You've helped me through a lot. I haven't felt as worthless around you and-" He cut himself off suddenly.

You tilted your head. "Ryoma? Are...are you alright?"

He didn't answer. He just stood there, looking at the ground. His gaze then slowly went up to you. That's when he finally spoke. "I...need some time to think. I had a...good time tonight, Y/N." He turned his back to you and began to walk out. "See ya." And with that he left, leaving you extremely confused.

~~~

The next morning came, and you had mixed feelings. You felt happy that Ryoma had agreed to live for you, but you were confused with his sudden exit. Had you done something wrong? Maybe you could talk it over at breakfast. With that thought in mind, you got dressed and made your way to the cafeteria.

When you arrived, you didn't see Ryoma there. You furrowed your brow and walked over to where Shuichi and Kaito were seated. They looked up and greeted you, and you did the same. "Hey, have you guys seen Ryoma?" You asked. "He's not where we usually sit."

They both shook their heads. "No, I'm sorry, Y/N." Shuichi said, giving you a sad smile. "He hasn't come here."

"He's never taken this long to get here." Kaito pointed out. He narrowed his eyes up at you. "Did you and him get in a fight or somethin'?"

You shook your head. "No!" You furrowed you brow and looked to the side. "I mean...I-I don't think so? It's...complicated."

Shuichi tilted his head at you. "How so?"

You sighed. "Well, he was talking about how he didn't have a reason to keep living, and he didn't know if his friendship with me was enough. So yesterday I had him come to my Research Lab, and we danced together. He said he enjoyed it, but he left in a hurry." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I'm...worried I did something wrong."

Shuichi gave you a small smile and shook his head. "No, Y/N. You didn't do anything wrong. It sounds like Ryoma just had some things he had to think about."

You narrowed your eyes. "That's close to what he said. How did you know that?"

Kaito grinned and pat Shuichi on the back, causing the detective to let out a yelp. "'Cause my sidekick's one of the best!"

Shuichi chuckled awkwardly and rubbed his back. He looked back to you. "Just give him some time. I'm sure everything will work itself out."

You gave him a small smile. "Alright. Thanks, Shuichi. I hope you're right."

~~~

After breakfast, you made your way to your lab. You were taking Shuichi's advice and giving Ryoma some space. You were dancing to a more upbeat song then the other two times you've visited this room. You were hoping the rhythm of the music would make you feel better. You moved quickly across the floor, less graceful and more precise in your movements. You placed your right hand on the floor and pushed, your body twirling in the air before you landed in a crouched position in beat with the music. You then had your leg make a circle around you as you stood and turned slowly.

You suddenly stopped when you saw Ryoma standing at the door.

"Ryoma!" You exclaimed, panting slightly from the more extreme dancing style.

"So you're amazing at all genres of dance, huh?" He chuckled softly as he walked into the room.

You blushed lightly from the compliment. "H-heh...thanks. I didn't expect you to show up."

"I went to your room and knocked, but no one answered." He told you as he sat in one of the seats. "So I decided to check here next."

You blinked and looked over to him. "Why were you looking for me?" You asked.

The convict pulled at his beanie. "I...wanted to apologize for my abrupt exit yesterday." He muttered.

You smiled softly as you headed into the dressing room. "You don't have to apologize, Ryoma. It's fine."

He shook his head. "No, it's not. It was really uncool of me. I know it must've hurt you. And...that's the last thing I want." You tilted your head at that as you finished changing. "I just had a lot of things on my mind I needed to sort out. And...now I need to talk to you about them."

You walked out of the dressing room and over to Ryoma, sitting beside him. "Sure, Ryoma. You can talk to me about anything." You told him, smiling softly at him.

He looked to the side. "There's two things I need to tell you, and they both go hand in hand, so I suppose I'll start with the more serious of the two." He looked over to you. "I want you to kill me and escape here."

You froze. That...was not what you were expecting. "Wh...what?! This again?!" You exclaimed. "You did this back before Rantaro was killed! And this time we don't even have the First Blood Perk!"

"I'll help you." He said simply. "I'll help cover your tracks. I just...need you to escape and live on."

"You promised you would live for me, Ryoma!" You cried out, grabbing his hand. "You said you'd stop with this 'I don't have a reason to live' stuff!"

"I did stop." The tennis player responded, looking to his and your hands. "This isn't about that. And I did find a reason. That would lead me to the second thing I needed to talk to you about." He slowly turned to look at you. "...it's you. You're the reason."

You swear you felt your heart explode. But you couldn't focus on that right now. "But...but if I'm your reason for living, why do you want me to kill you?!"

Ryoma tugged his beanie over his eyes. "I can't predict what's going to happen in this killing game, and I can't keep you safe forever, no matter how hard I try. If anything were to happen to you, I'd have nothing again. So I'd rather you kill me and escape than someone kill you and leave me alone again."

Your eyes darted around, trying to read his expression. It was solemn and serious. You felt tears prick your eyes. "Ryoma...I...I can't. I can't kill you! You say you'll be alone, then what about me?! How do you think I'll feel if I escape by myself?!"

He furrowed his brow and looked up at you. "What do you mean? You have a family. I understand we're friends, but it's not like we're lovers or anything, despite my recently discovered feelings for you. You'll still have people who-"

You acted before you could stop yourself. You leaned down and pressed your lips against Ryoma's.

The ex-tennis player's eyes widened in surprise. He stared at you, not knowing what to do.

You pulled away shortly, your cheeks flushed red. "Ryoma...I have feelings for you, too." You admitted. Your friend just stared at you as you continued. "I have for a little while now, since that night you comforted me after Kaede's death, and I danced for you. So, if you died, if I left here without you, I'd feel like I had nothing, even if I do have family." You looked into his eyes, tears falling slowly from your own. "Please...don't leave me alone, Ryoma..."

The man beside you didn't answer for a long time. He just stared at you, lost for words. Eventually he spoke, giving a small chuckle. "Looks like I still got a ways to go." He said softly. "I guess I can't ask you to do something like that then. I don't want you to go through what I did." He looked into your eyes. "I never would've expected you felt that way about me."

You smiled softly and nodded. "I do. You're just so incredible, Ryoma. I wish you could see it." You looked down at your still connected hands. "So...you have feelings for me, too?"

"Yeah." He confirmed. "I've been feeling...something around you for a little while. It was only yesterday when we danced together that I realized what it was." He tugged on his hat. "So, what does this make us?"

You smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "What do you want us to be?"

Ryoma looked to the side for a moment before looking up at you. He gave you a soft smile, then leaned up to kiss you. "I think I'd like for us to be together. For as long as we can."

Your smile widened, and your heart felt like beating out of your chest. "How does forever sound?"

He held your hand softly in his. "I think that sounds wonderful."

~~~

The next morning came, and after breakfast you and Ryoma returned to your Research Lab once again. You had asked him to dance with you, but he declined, saying he preferred watching you dance. So he sat on one of the seats while you danced to a love song. You glided across the dance floor delicately, closing your eyes as you let the music flow through you, guiding your movements. Your arms moved almost on their own, swaying to the rhythm.

You were suddenly interrupted by your hand being lightly grabbed. You stopped moving and opened your eyes. You looked down and saw Ryoma. "Ryoma? What's wrong?" You asked him.

"We need to leave." He said, looking behind him.

You furrowed your brow. "Leave? But we just got here! Is something wrong?"

He nodded. "I saw Gonta through the window on your door. He didn't look like himself. Just looking at him from in here I could sense something...off."

You tilted your head. "Huh? But it's Gonta! Gonta would never hurt a fly!" You began to walk to your lab door and peeked out the window. You did see Gonta.

And you felt a chill go down your spine.

He didn't seem the same. He had some...sinister aura around him. You shivered and looked down to Ryoma, who had followed you to the door. "I see what you mean now." You muttered.

He nodded. "Yeah." He grabbed your hand. "Come on. We should go back to our dorms."

You nodded in agreement and slowly opened the door, trying not to alert the giant down the hall. The two of you began slowly making your way down the hall. Suddenly your Research Lab closed a bit too loud.

Gonta's head shot over to your direction and locked onto the two of you. You were caught like a deer in headlights, but Ryoma reacted quickly. He gripped your hand tightly and began running down the hall. You gasped at the sudden speed. "R-Ryoma!"

"Sorry for not giving you a warning." He apologized. "We have to get outta here." You looked over your shoulder to see Gonta following after. You gripped Ryoma's hand tighter as he raced towards the dormitory.

When he got there, he pulled you into his room and slammed his door shut behind him, locking it. "We should be safe here." He assured you, walking over to his bed to sit. "Sorry I couldn't see the rest of your performance." He apologized as you sat beside him. "I really do enjoy watching you dance."

You smiled and pecked his cheek. "It's alright, Ryoma. We'll be able to go back there soon." Your newly gained boyfriend nodded as the two of you looked at his door. "How long do you think we'll have to stay here?" You asked him.

He shrugged. "Not sure." He responded. "It would probably be best to avoid leaving the dormitory for the rest of the night." He glanced over at you. "Of course, you can go to your room whenever you like. It's not that far from here, so you should be fine."

You gave him a soft smile. "Nah. I think I wanna stay here a little while longer." You leaned down and pressed your lips against his gently.

He let out a low chuckle and closed his eyes as he returned the kiss. The ex-tennis pro reached a hand up and caressed your face. When the two of you pulled apart to breathe, he shook his head. "I never thought I would feel this again."

You tilted your head. "Hm? Feel what, Ryoma?" You asked.

"Love." He replied simply. "I never believed in it to begin with, so when I lost...her...I assumed it was a mistake. That I don't deserve anyone. " He smiled up at you, and you felt your heart melt. You could see the love in his eyes. You knew how hard it was for Ryoma to express his emotions, so to see them so clearly and genuinely...

"Ryoma, I love you so much." You said, almost without thinking. "You deserve love. In fact, you deserve so much more that I wish I could give to you." You placed your hand on his and gave it a gentle squeeze, looking lovingly into his eyes. "I'll try to make sure you never feel like you don't deserve anything again."

Your partner gave a small smile as he returned your loving gaze. "There's nothing more you could give me, Y/N." He told you, his voice barely above a whisper. He gently grabbed your chin and pulled your head down to his level. "You already gave me the will to live." After saying that, he kissed you again. This time the kiss was much more passionate. You grabbed onto Ryoma's jacket as you deepened the kiss. You fell backwards onto his bed, pulling him on top of you.

Ryoma suddenly stopped and pulled himself up. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He looked worried.

"Ryoma? Are you ok?" You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

He looked to the side and didn't answer for a short while. "...How much further are you wanting to go here?"

You blinked, and turned a light shade of red. "U-um...I didn't mean to imply...I mean, it's not like I don't want to go further, just...only if you want to..." You stammered. You glanced at him. "...do you want to?"

Ryoma sighed. "I...I don't know." He admitted, getting off of you and sitting on the bed. You sat up as he continued. "I do love you, and I trust you. It's just..." He looked off to the side at nothing. "...prison isn't a nice place, ya know."

You furrowed your brow, confused as to why he would say that now. And then it clicked. You covered your mouth. "Ryoma..." You whispered, reaching a hand out to him. "I...I am so sorry..."

He tugged at his beanie. "It's in the past." He muttered. "Though it's a part of the past that can be a bit hard to forget."

You pulled your boyfriend into a hug. "I can imagine!" You pulled away and cupped his cheek. "It's completely fine. We can just stay like this. We don't have to do anything more. I want you to be comfortable."

The convict didn't respond at first. He looked down and chewed at the inside of his cheek. "...No. It...it's alright."

You gave him an unsure look. "Ryoma, are you sure? We really don't have to."

He nodded his head. "I'm sure." He looked up and met your eyes. "I feel at my best around you. And...I want to."

You still felt a bit worried, but the feeling slowly disappeared when Ryoma shrugged off his leather jacket. You stood from the bed and began to unzip the dress you were still wearing from when you were dancing.

As you slipped if off from your shoulders, Ryoma removed his shirt, revealing his chest. You couldn't help but stare. You knew he must be in shape considering he's an athlete, but you still were a bit surprised at exactly how ripped he was.

You tore your eyes away from him and placed your dress to the side, removing your shoes and leggings next. Your last articles of clothing were your bra and underwear. As you went to remove them, you suddenly felt a wave of nervousness. This would be your first time, and though you trusted Ryoma completely, you couldn't help but feel a bit anxious.

Your boyfriend looked to you and noticed your hesitance. "I'm guessing this is your first time?" He asked. When you nodded, he went over to you and took your hand. "Everything will be alright. I'll take care of you, I promise."

You smiled at that and nodded. "I know. Thank you, Ryoma." With that reassurance relieving your nervousness, you removed the last of your clothes. You looked over to Ryoma in time to see him placing his underwear to the side.

He turned to you and looked you up and down. "Damn. You're so beautiful." He breathed out.

You blushed a light red as a soft smile crossed your face. "Well, you're really handsome." You responded.

Ryoma chuckled and gave you a loving smile and walked over to you. He took your hand and led you over to his bed. You sat down on it as Ryoma went over to his dresser. You raised a brow. "I'm seeing if whoever placed us here left any protection." He explained as he rummaged through it. "It would only make sense. You can't trap a bunch of people together in a high stress situation and not expect anything to happen." As he finished speaking he pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lubricant. "There we go."

You watched as Ryoma walked back over to the bed, a condom and the the bottle in hand. He tossed them onto the bed for the time being and climbed onto it, giving you a light push. You fell backwards onto it, smiling as he crawled up to you and smashed his lips against yours once more in the most intense kiss yet.

He wrapped an arm around your head and pulled you in close, your mouths moving in tandem. He lightly bit your bottom lip, trapping it between his teeth for a short moment before releasing it and continuing to kiss you passionately.

Your hands shot to his hair, knocking his beanie, which had remained on until now somehow, off of his head. Neither of you paid it any mind as you tangled your fingers in his hair and he moved his mouth from yours to the nape of your neck. He gently kissed and sucked on the skin, causing you to moan softly. You brought one hand from his hair and ran it along his muscular shoulders and down his biceps. "Ryoma..." You murmured. "I love you so much, Ryoma."

Your boyfriend pulled away from your neck and looked up at you. He brushed away a strand of hair that had made its way in front of your eyes in order to look into them. He gave you a loving smile. "I love you, too, Y/N. So much." He slowly pushed himself up. "Are you ready, then?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm ready." You watched as he smiled softly at that and grabbed the previously discarded condom and unwrapped it, rolling it onto his member.  He then grabbed the bottle and applied a fair amount of lube as well. Tossing the bottle to the side, he positioned himself between your legs and lined himself up with your entrance. You stopped him with a gentle touch on the shoulder. He looked up at you. "Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked him softly.

He gave you a small smile and nodded. "I am." He tugged on your hand, bringing your front half up to where he could kiss you. When he pulled away, you laid yourself back down onto the bed. With a final loving look shared between the two of you, Ryoma slowly entered you, letting out a low moan as he did so.

You winced at the slight pain you felt, a few tears welling in your eyes. Ryoma looked up at you worriedly. "I-I'll be fine." You told him. "Just give me a second." Your boyfriend nodded and stayed still as he waited for you to adjust, leaving soft kisses on your stomach and sides as he did. You felt your stomach flutter at that, and you smiled happily, feeling loved.

It didn't take long before you nodded, giving Ryoma the ok. The tennis player began to slowly move, not wanting to hurt you. As he continued to gently thrust into you, the pain you felt slowly melted into pleasure, and you began to softly moan. Hearing this, the man on top of you quickened his movements. This earned a loud gasp from you, followed by a groan.

Ryoma ran his hands across your stomach and waist softly as he thrust gently into you, letting out quiet grunts as he did so. He looked over at your eyes and smiled when he saw they were half lidded, your face in an 'Oh' shape from pleasure.

"F-fuck...Ryoma..." You breathed out. "I love you! You m-make me so happy!" Your back arched, and you interrupted yourself with a soft cry of pleasure as Ryoma's motions became even more enjoyable. "You're the b-best thing to ever happen t-to me!"

"Y-you're...gah....so beautiful, Y/N." He panted out. "I'm s-so lucky to have you. I don't know where I w-would be without you."

You were biting your lip and moaning from the pleasure you were feeling. When he spoke, you looked over to him. You smiled, then pushed yourself up to him, using your flexibility as a dancer to put you into a position that enabled him to pleasure you even easier. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a firm kiss as he continued to plunge into you, grunting into the kiss.

He held your waist as he broke it to catch his breath, panting heavily. The ex-tennis pro bucked his hips up into you, earning a cry of ecstasy from you when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Ryoma smirked and let out a breathy chuckle. "Heh. I'm guessing that's a good spot?" Without waiting for an answer, he suddenly increased his speed drastically, ramming into that same spot repeatedly.

You nearly screamed in surprise as the wave of bliss shot through you, your vision going white with stars. "R-Ryoma!" You moaned his name loudly and pulled yourself even closer to him.

Your lover simple chuckled as he continued his work. As he slammed into you, leaving you a moaning mess, he brought his face down to your neck and began biting and sucking on the skin. You gasped and arched your back, whining softly. "I'll never let anyone hurt you." He muttered into your neck. "I can't lose you."

You began rolling your hips in time with Ryoma's thrusts. One of your hands reached down to tangle in his hair. You looked down at the man in question, his head still buried in your neck. "Y-you won't." You assured him, groaning softly as he began sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck. "I'll n-never leave you, Ryoma. And you'll never leave me." You took your free hand and gently pulled his head up to look you in the eyes. "Right?"

With no hesitation, the convict nodded and smashed his lips onto yours once again. He placed kisses all over your face, even trailing down your neck, all the while never stopping his thrusting. As he did this, he took one of his hands and brought it down to your clit. He began to gently rub it.

You gasped, squirming in his grasp. "F-fuck! S-so good! God, Ryoma!" You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. "I-I'm getting close! I'm so close!" You panted, feeling your core tighten up.

Ryoma looked up at you. He saw your flushed features and felt himself near his own release. "Y/N...fuck..." He groaned out, his pace beginning to get a bit sloppy. "You feel so incredible." He pulled away from your neck, but continued to rub your clit. He did so much faster as he thrust into you as well, attempting to drive you to release. "Come on, Y/N. Cum for me, babe."

You gripped Ryoma's shoulders tightly as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. With one last well aimed thrust from Ryoma, you cried out in pleasure as you reached your climax, your vision filling with stars. You fell backwards onto the bed, panting softly.

Ryoma chuckled quietly. "You did really good, Y/N." He praised. "I'm almost t-there myself." Your lover held onto your hips and grunted out as he continued to thrust into you. He muttered soft praises in between his moans. After just a few more deep thrusts into you, the tennis player stilled, falling on top of you panting as he rode out his high.

After a short while he pulled out and removed the condom. He tied it off and discarded it. He looked back at you and couldn't help but smile. Seeing the sleepy grin on your face as you looked lovingly at him made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long time. He went over to you and wrapped his arms around you after pulling the covers over the both of you. The two of you just laid there in a comfortable silence for a while, until Ryoma broke it.

"Thank you."

You blinked and turned to look at him. "Hmm? For what, Ryoma?"

He looked up at you, a small smile on his face. "For everything really. If you hadn't insisted on becoming my friend, I wouldn't have found a reason to get out of here. I...might have done something foolish." He reached a hand up to caress your face. "But thanks to your persistence, not only did I find a reason..." He placed a soft kiss on your lips before continuing, his voice a whisper. "...I found love again, something I thought was lost to me forever."

You felt tears of happiness well in your eyes as you held Ryoma close to you. "You don't need to thank me, Ryoma." You told him softly. "I wanted to help you. I saw the you that you couldn't, and I wanted to prove to you that you deserved happiness." You giggled quietly. "I didn't expect I'd fall in love with you, but I'm not complaining."

Ryoma chuckled softly and pulled you down into another kiss. This one lasted a bit longer. It was sweet and passionate as he ran his other hand lightly through your hair. When he pulled apart from the kiss, he placed his forehead on yours. "I didn't either." He murmured. "But I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 ☁︎

Summary // Tali finally meets dream outside of training, in the first day of school.

Characters // Tali Flores + Haechan Lee + Jeno Lee + Mark Lee + Na Jaemin + Bang Chan ( ft. Allen, Song-ho, Karma )

Era / Year // August 2014

Word Count //

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ //mention of Drunk, and Slight suggestion of bullying

"TALIA WAKE UP!" Chan yelled knocking at her door vigorously.

"IM AWAKE IM ALMOST DONE CHRISTOPHER WAIT!" She yelled putting her notebook in her bag and going through the door. Her brother went out of town for a photoshoot and Chan was left to pick her up her brother not wanting her to go on the bus alone with a bunch of creeps.

"Im here im here lets go." She said grabbing Chans arm and dragging him out the door while Chan was trying to grab his sandwich he was making for himself.

"Okay okay." He said getting in the drivers seat, and Tali got in the other side. He drove them to school.

"So how is training going?" He asked while waiting for the red light to turn green

"Its going okay so far, I've made some friends." She said, looking out the window, she's only really made guy friends and can't really relate to the shopping and gossip the girls have but has made a couple. But she has had made friends in Jyp girls because of Chan like Sana, which she was glad. But mostly guys.

"Thats good, no one is picking on you right?" Chan said sensing something off.

"No, no one." She said, which was true but not? Many girls like Jaemin and Jeno and wanted Tali to stay away since there's not doubt she is pretty, so they would make side comments but nothing much so far.

"Yeah, in that case I'm going to visit and pick you up...." Chan then looked at her straight in the eye.

"Personally." He said in a monotone voice.

"Nooooo-"

"Yessss, Butterfly, I care for you, and want you safe. And I know how you are with telling me this stuff." He said parking, she smiled at the nickname she has picked up. He turned to her and huffed.

"And you may be good at lying...but not to me." He said ruffling her hair. She sighed.

"You are to good Christopher...to good." She continued while steping out the car.

"Yeah yeah go, I have an early class, see you later." He said running off, she shook her head at him while walking to the library to grab a book and go to the roof to read.

She went to the library smiling to the people she makes eye contact with. She got to the library but not before catching a familiar guy's eye. Tali walked down the isle looking at fantasy books, when she felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around making eye contact with a cute boy with an eye smile.

"Oh- hi Jeno." She whispered, since it is a library. He giggled now realizing he is in a library.

"Hi Talia, how are you?" He smiled at her.

"Im doing good, but uh what brings you to the library? No offense its just...you don't seem like the reader." Shs said turning slightly looking over at the books still on her goal it grab a book.

"Well, you're not wrong totally wrong, but I saw you and I haven't seen you outside of training much so I thought we could start hanging out more?" He said scratching the back of his head. Tali smiled at him.

"Of course...wait are the other guys here?" She asked realizing he is probably not alone. He nodded and grabbed her hand about to take her to them.

"Ah wait-"

"Hm?"

She grabbed a book she like, jogged to the check out section with Jeno slowly following her, chuckling.

"Okay, now we can go." She said, he nodded and walked ahead of her and she followed with her book close to her chest.

They turned a corner to see Mark, Jaemin, Haechan hanging out on the window.

"Hey guys look who I found." Jeno said getting everyone's attention. Jaemin reacted first.

"HI Taliii." He said with a big smile on his face going for a hug which she recuperated.

"Hi Jaemin... Hi guys." She giggled.

"Hi Talia." The other two smiled at her.

"Your a first year right?" Mark asked. Talia nodded.

"Ah so you are with us, Haechan said bringing his arm around Jeno."

"What class do you have?" Jaemin asked.

"Mr.Gwon" She said looking at her phone.

"Oh nice I have Mr.Gwon too." Haechan said smiling at her.

"Thats good."

"Hey Tali do you want to have lunch with us?" Jaemin asked.

"Ah sorry I-"

"TALIIII" They turned to the loud voice to see couple quite popular students which are Allen, Karma, and Hyunjin. They were surprised at the calling of her name while she winced at the sound.

"Sorry, I'm gonna eat with a couple of friends, but how about tomorrow?" She asked trying to make a compromise.

"No yeah thats fine." Mark smiled at her .

"Ah ok-"

"TALI HURRY UP.!"

"IM GOING!" She smiled apologetically and ran to the group while waving bye at the boys.

"Hyung she knows them?" Jeno asked Mark, and Mark shrugged.

"Yeah she does." A voice said coming out of no where, they turned to see Daehwi. They smiled at him and he smiled back.

"How so?" Haechan asked, he knew those 3 were popular but how do they know Talia since she seems so reserved and doesn't have that much confidence to talk to people, how would she talk to the popular students.

"You know Aruem?" He asked them, they all nodded.

"Well thats Talia." All their eyes widen.

"Wait so you are telling me, Tali is Aruem...like the girl who can charm many guys without even trying?" Haechan asked in disbelief, yeah sure Talia was pretty but he didn't think Talia was popular, or the girl the students named Aruem. Aruem is like a Korean name that the males in the school picked for her since she is pretty.

Daehwi nodded.

"But I heard rumors that she was stuck up and stuff but then the guys are like she is such a sweetheart?" Mark said confused.

"No she is a sweetheart, its just some girls are jealous." Daehwi clarified. The made :0 faces, thinking it did make sense since they do see Tali helping people so why would she be stuck up.

Time pasted and it was now lunch time, they saw Tali walk over to some of the popular students with some older guys that messed up her hair.

"Hyung?" Mark looked at Haechan and hummed.

"Do you think we will be that close to Tali?" He asked in wonder. Marked looked at Tali then him.

"I hope so." After awhile they talked amongst themselves, while with Tali she excused herself wanting to talk to the boys so they know she does want to be friends and also to show Chan she has friends. She walked over and sat next to Mark, he looked at her with a surprise look.

"What? Is there something on my face?" She asked. He shook his head no.

"I just wasnt expecting you to come over since you are quite popular." He said with a matter a fact tone. She shook her head.

"I personally don't care if I'm popular, I'm only popular because of my looks I acknowledge that but doesn't mean I dont want to hang out with my friends." She said softly putting her head on her crossed arms on the table. Everyone in that table went soft for her since her cheeks were squished like a she was a little puppy.

"We are your friends?" Jaemin asked.

"Well, I hope so." Talis said with a little fear they didn'twant to be. Thats until they smiled with glee, she felt relief wash over her.

"Looks like Aruem over here made herself some friends." She froze at the voice and groaned.

Allen came up from behind and wrapped his arm around her shoulder looking at the boys observing. He came over because he just wanted to see if the boys wanted be her friends, or just because she is pretty since many guys do and want to take advantage of her kindness.

"Hello my name is Allen very nice to meet you guys, but I have to take this beauty away and pick up our friend from middle school." He said slowly dragging taking Talia to the exit, she waved bye at them smiling apologetically as they waved bye back.

"How can you be friends with her, oppa?" Heejin asked as she walked up to the boys with her four minions friends in the hallway. Heejin was always a bully and tried to bring Tali down since she was popular for her looks. The girl was jealous, but most people in the school / grade knew Tali as a sweet person, so they took what she said like a grain of salt.

"Who?" Jeno asked raising an eyebrow at her knowing her reputation.

"Talia, the girl who sat next to Mark oppa." She said, disarmingly sweet. Mark grimaced at the act.

"What do you mean by why we are friends with her?" Haechan asked, observing her and remembering what Daewhi said about girls being jealous.

"Well she is such a bitch outside of school, especially in practice room. She is so stuck up." She said with a matter of fact tone, but with a high pitched voice. Jaemin looked at her with a grimace face getting annoyed at her nice act.

"Really?" Mark asked knowing damn well thats not true since some girls that are not jealous of her and befriended her told the guys she is really shy and sweet.

"Yes, she always made rumors about me and-" was cut off when Chan and Song-ho turned the corner raise their eyebrows at them.

"Would you like to finish that?" Chan asked.

"Oppa, its not what it looks like I would never-"

"Shut up, please you always talk bad about her but most of the students that know her know its not true, and you are just telling them because they don't come to school a lot because of training and don't know her." Song-ho glared at her. She was speechless, embarrassment filled her. She made a fist and glared at Song-ho and walked away with her minions friends.

"Sorry you had to hear that." Chan said changing up his whole demeanor walking up to them.

"Its fine we know its not true." Haechan smiled at them.

"Good, Talia is a sweet girl, she likes to talk about you guys and how she hopes to be good friends." Song-ho said with a reassuring smile.

"Really?" Jaemin asked surprised.

"Yeah, but we gotta go, see yea." Chan said quickly looking at his phone, they walked away quickly. Song-ho looked at him weird.

"Aye,whats wrong?" He said worried.

"It's Talia's dad." He said getting in his car.

"He's drunk again."

[hela-avenger]

poison & wine- part 17

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1536

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N:  If you’ll like to be tagged please send me a message! Thanks for reading everyone!  

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The shirt was coming along nicely and you couldn’t help but feel proud that you hadn’t lost your touch. It had been a while since you had sown anything from scratch. You used to make most of your clothing, later on mending the things you owned, to a point where you stopped sewing altogether.

Nostalgia was hitting you quite hard but you refused to let your emotions show to the girls who were seated around you.

At hearing of your task, Datya and Lynn had excitedly brought the materials needed and wished to learn how to make a shirt themselves. Alongside making Loki’s shirt, you were teaching the girls how to cut the measured frames and how to stitch them together.

Iana, after having cleaned up the breakfast that the other girls had neglected to help her pick up, had joined you too. She seemed to need no help as she quietly started to make her own shirt.

As of now, you were making a white button-down for the prince while Iana made him a black one, and Lynn and Datya conjoined tried to make a green one.

“So why are you making the prince a shirt?” Lynn asks you. “He already has enough.”

“The Allfather has requested that I do,” you answer with a shrug. “It’s meant to be my gift to signal the start of our courtship.”

You look up at the girls who seemed to have grown silent.

“Is that wrong?”

“No, no, no... “ Datya quickly responds. “It’s just… that’s quite an antiquated notion.”

“It is?” you ask.

“What Datya meant to say it’s that recent courtships tend to skip such traditions in order to proceed to an engagement,” Iana steps in. “I assume the Allfather wants the prince to follow through the long process to assure him he’s ready to take you as his wife.”

You fight against the scowl that wants to make an appearance on your face and simply turn your focus back to sewing the sleeve. You really had to talk to Loki about this whole engagement issue people kept bringing up to you.

“Right, well, either way, it gives me something to do,” you tell them. “It’s been a while since I’ve made anything by hand.”

“I’m surprised that you even know how,” Lynn states. “We were told that Midgard had advanced to an industrial setting.”

“We have,” you stammer out quickly knowing they couldn’t catch on to your lie already. “But my mother was old-fashioned. She taught me everything I know.”  

“Oh, well that’s very kind of her,” Lynn responds. “It’s quite a useful skill to have.”

“It is,” you whisper to yourself. You really didn’t have the mind to think of your mother at this moment. You had to remain focused on the matters in hand.

“So…” Datya pipes in excitedly. “Now that we’re all alone and no interruptions, why don’t we continue our conversation from yesterday?”

“And what conversation was that?” you ask.

“The one about you and Loki!”

“Oh, yes,” Lynn agrees. “You never gave us any details.”

“Girls,” Iana calls out to them in a warning.

“It’s fine, Iana,” you assure her though you were deeply panicking at the incoming interrogation. “They’re just curious.”

Gaining the green light, Datya is quick to ask you a question.

“How did you two meet?” she asks. “Was it love at first sight?”

You knew that Loki and you had failed to discuss a cover story but you knew that nothing worked better than telling the truth at the moment.

“Oh no,” you chuckle out. “Quite the opposite really.”

“Really?” Lynn asks eagerly.  

It’s not that hard to recall your first introduction to the dark prince. You were catching up with Thor about your travels when Loki had decided to walk in.

“I met Loki through his brother. Thor introduced me to him and Loki simply nodded at my greeting and left the room without another word. He was very cold to me in the beginning. It took a long time for him to warm up to me and even then he tends to slip up every now and then.”

“How long have you been together?”

“I uh… It’s hard to measure,” you answer knowing a lie had to be entangled into your words. “I travel a lot in Midgard so my visits to the compound where Loki stays are hard to date exactly. Our… courtship just seems to have appeared out of nowhere one day. There was a shift. One that I didn’t even realize had occurred until I saw him again.”

“Because you missed him,” Lynn sighs out with an enamored tone.

“Yes, because I did,” you can’t help but agree.

“He probably missed you too.”

You hum in response as you cut the thread from the first sleeve done. A silence falls into the room as everyone focuses on sewing but it doesn’t last very long.

“Is he concerned about your mortality?” Datya asks you.

You hadn’t expected that question. You should have known it was coming but you were caught off guard nonetheless.

You heard about Loki’s opinions about Thor and Jane. You knew he didn’t agree with it. You could answer in his own words but you knew that wouldn’t help sell this fake courtship at all.  

“We haven’t really discussed that,” you answer quietly.

“But you thought of it?”

You pause at the question directed solely on your opinion.

Have you thought about your own mortality?

Of course, you have.

You started to when your mother aged in front of your eyes while you remained the same. You thought about it every day since then. It was why you kept yourself moving. Not allowing time to keep you rooted in one spot to watch how things aged and died around you. You couldn’t allow yourself that grief again. You couldn’t carry that weight for the centuries you still had lying ahead.

And yet, you couldn’t bear being alone anymore.

That’s why you had to find your father. He was the only kinship left. The only one who could live long enough to spend the rest of your half-immortality with.

“Yes, I have,” you finally answer. “It’s why I live my life without fear, seek what brings me happiness, and follow it until I reach it.”

“That’s beautiful,” Iana comments.

She had set her sewing down and watched you with an unreadable expression. You felt uneasy under it. Her eyes somehow manage to read you perfectly. You felt as though you revealed too much especially as she cast her eyes away from you.

“Enough questions, girls,” Iana orders. “Allow Lady Y/N her much deserved privacy.”

Datya and Lynn know better than to argue and remain silent. Their attention turned to the cloth at hand. You let out a sigh of relief and finish up the second sleeve with no interruption. All that was left was placing the buttons and perhaps if time allowed it, some embroidered design on the cuffs or the collar.

You set your work in progress down in favor of completing a task you had set for yourself.

“If I wish to pay Heimdall a visit, how would I go around to do so?”

Loki walked down the halls of the palace trying to conjure some sort of plan to overcome the sudden obstacles that had arisen. He hoped you could shed some light on your parent’s history and perhaps from there he could see what resources available he could make use of.

It made him uneasy.

The whole concept of not knowing.

Loki didn’t understand how you’ve lived this long with this question lingering in your mind. He also didn’t understand how you traveled to Asgard with a last minute plan that currently involved him doing all of the hard work.

Loki craved for order. It’s what he desired the most at the moment. Something that you had denied him with this chaotic mess that is the search of your father.

He needed answers. He needed the truth. He needed you.

So the dark prince walked with a purpose in search of you making his way back to his bedroom only to find two of your handmaidens leaving from it.

“Ladies,” Loki greets, startling them instantly.  

“Your majesty,” they bow.

They seemed nervous without bothering to attempt to hide it. Loki brushes past them and swings the door to his room open only to find it empty. He’s quick to turn back to your handmaidens who are looking up at him in alarm.

“Where is she?”

They both share a cautionary look before one of them is bold enough to finally look at Loki in the eye and answer.

“Iana took her to the stables,” she answers. “Lady Y/N wished to visit Heimdall so we told her she would need to ride there.”

“We advised her to wait for you, but she insisted on going alone.”

Loki tries to reel back the anger that rose within him. You had mentioned seeking the All-Seer’s help but he had made it clear that it would be pointless. He should have known you would ignore his warning and go ahead to seek the answer yourself.

With no plan once again.

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@sanjis-simp submitted; Hi! Can I get a matchup for One Piece if you’re still open for them? Please and thank you! I’m 5’5 and am a plus size girl. Super pale with dyed black hair with straight bangs and hair to my shoulders. Personality wise I’m an infp or 6w5. I I’ve been told I’m kind but I’m also very opinionated especially about civil rights, politics, and how people are treated so I can come off bitchy to some people. I do curse a lot and will absolutely obsess over something until I learn all I can or until I get bored of it. I’m a big homebody never really go to parties or anything like that. I’d rather stay home and watch tv or read. Thanks again!

hello ! thank you so much for requesting love, i match you up with . . .

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Donquixote Rosinante / Corazon !

Now, let me start with the usual height difference between you both; I'm sorry but you look like a dwarf standing next to your 293 cm boyfriend.

Like, an absolute DWARF. (Why is he so tall god dammit)

It's embarrassing but, he first met you when he stumbled down the stairs trying to deliver paperwork to Sengoku's office ─ you were coincidentally trying to go up the stairs so Rosinante ended up kissing your shoes.

If one were to ask 10 year old Rosinante where he would see himself 10 years in the future, the answer was probably going to be something he always wanted to do; "helping people" and NOT tripping down the stairs ─ face planting and possibly kissing someone's shoes right now.

"A-Am i dead..? Am i in heaven?" He mumbled groggily, looking up to see a blurry pale figure with dark hair, "Are you an angel...? P-Pretty ...Pretty angel" The words seemed to slip out of his mouth unconsciously, but it still made you blush.

You cleared your throat, blush still visibly apparent in your cheeks, and you handed out a hand for the stranger to take, "Are you okay? Here get up"

The stranger seemed to snap out of whatever daze they were in, finally processing what just happened.

His lips pursing, he stared at your hand ─ and stared at you ─ and back at your hand ─ and then back at you; you stare at him back.

His face visibly flushed, he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly; before deciding to close it and avert his gaze to the floor that seems oh so interesting now.

"I..Uh....Are you gonna get up? You looked like you were in a hurry" You spoke out; voice so gentle yet it was clear that you held alot of confidence.

The stranger finally deciding that the floor wasn't interesting after all, looked up at you with soft hazel brown eyes, and accepted your hand.

You pulled him up; startling him as if he didn't expect to get pulled up, and he stumbled yet again ─ but this time, he was stumbling forward.

Towards you.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his torso, stopping him from falling down again and possibly bringing you down with him.

To others, it looked like sexual harassment but honestly, the stranger just seems to be really clumsy.

Your whole body was dwarfed by his unusually tall, freaky height, making it a challenge to keep him stable but you did it anyways.

"Whoa! You okay?" A chuckle escapes your lips, "You're really clumsy"

The man flushes at your comment and nods hastily, and stands up as you unwrap your arms in his torso.

You got a good look at the man, he was tall. Like TALL tall, perhaps even more than 250 cm? You couldn't tell.

The man wore a white, short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with the Marine emblem; a simplified gull with the word "MARINE" underneath it, on the back; a blue neckerchief; dark blue trousers and above his shoulders wore a coat, "Justice" on the back. He wore the coat like it tends to be worn like a cape, draped over the shoulders with the arms not in the sleeves; indicating that he was indeed, an ensign.

His unruly blond hair seemed to go towards every direction, making it (if not) tangled.

The man finally spoke out, "Y-Yeah sorry about that.." his voice was a bit deep and husky.

"It's fine, you looked like you were in a rush" You answered kindly, crouching to gather his scattered papers he dropped.

He seemed to notice this and started to panick; arms flailing around.

"W-Wait! It's okay I can pick it up!" He sheepishly spoke out, finally taking a look at you and panicking more as he saw that you were a Rear-Admiral.

"No, No it's fine." As he was about to stop you, you were already done gathering the scattered papers, handing it to him with a smile.

"You're in a rush, aren't you? I understand, i also tend to get a bit clumsy and panicky when i wasnt in time." You chuckled.

"Y-Yeah! Thank you ...once again" He took the papers from you, and bowed.

"It's no problem! Please don't bow to me it's a bit awkward haha.." You nervously trail off.

"I- IM very sorry! I didn't mean to- I mean- I-"

"It's fine, it's fine ! You're going to Sengoku's office right ? Better be fast then" You gave him a wink.

The man blushes, "R-Right! My name's Rosinante ma'am" He gives you a shy smile.

You gave a smile back, "Chanae."

And that's practically how you two met; cliche yikes but it's fine !!!1!#!

You both kept accidentally crossing each-others paths and decided to atleast be friends because it was starting to get awkward with the short "hi's" and "how are you's"

As you got closer to Rosi, you found out that he was indeed, an extremely clumsy dork.

Its pretty comical actually, despite you hating the amount of bruises he gets from his clumsiness.

Rosinante grew up and up the ranks; finally reaching the marine commander rank.

While you, only going up to Vice-admiral, just like garp.

You've been offered the title 'Admiral' quite often but you declined, not wanting such a heavy title to be put on your shoulder.

Rosinante was disappointed to say the least but he was supportive with your decision.

Over the past few years of doing missions with you, Rosinante gained a not so small crush on you.

Scratch that, he mf loved you.

He wanted to confess how he felt to you; even if you dont return the feeling back ─ he can relax knowing he's confessed already.

Hence, that's why he's outside of your office, bouquet in hand, as he thinks of a thousand scenarios that would happen when he knocked the door to your office.

Taking a deep breath, Rosi finally gathers enough courage to knock on your door.

And so he did.

Knock.

Knock.

A door creaking could be heard, your head peeked out of the door, face visibly displaying confusion.

"Uh- Hello Chan!"

"Rosi..? What are you doing?" You narrowed your eyes at the suspiciously acting 9 foot tall man.

"Uh..I....I wanted to tell you that I like you!- I-Uh- M-More as a friend..And i was hoping if I could take you out on a d-date...?" He trails off softly, his gaze glued on the floor, face flushed.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, flushing lightly before shrugging, your mouth forming a smile unsconiously "Sure!"

You both took the relationship slowly; not wanting to rush and make one another uncomfortable.

You and Rosi has alot of things in common; including civil rights.

Rosinante was raised to not be like other celestial dragons; he was truly kind.

And you wanted to make sure people were treated how you think is right.

You both hate celestial dragons; you more than Rosi.

Often, when someone gets offended by you cursing your mouth off, Rosi will usually be the one who will apologize profusely while you continue throwing profanities at the celestials.

Rosi also admired your hunger in knowledge; he knows a bit but he isn't as extreme as you.

Rosi HAS to drags you to sleep sometimes otherwise, you'll loose your sleep because you were focusing on learning too much.

Rosi doesn't like to go on alot of parties either, he instead just likes to be alone with you; either cuddling you or watching you read with a lovestruck gaze.

He absolutely loves the fact that you're plus size! He doesn't care what other people thinks, it makes you supper huggable and Rosi loves it.

Likes to shower you with kisses everywhere. Literally, everywhere !!

He can and will send death glares at disrespectful men that keeps checking you out; you don't need to worry about creepy men from now on. (Rosi drinks his respect women juice !! )

Both marines, you don't have much freetime so Rosi usually buys a dozen of books to give you whenever he sees one that he thinks you'll like; it's his way to remind you that he loves you and also because he loves the way your eyes shine everytime you learn something new.

If you're both not busy though, he'll take you out on nice picnic dates !!

You tried doing a pottery date but that ended up horribly as he kept accidentally smashing his creations and kept slipping on the clay.

Rosinante absolutely adores you and your flaws; he forever will and no one could ever replace you ─ same goes to you for him.

[ Runups : Sabo )If Rosinante doesn't pair well with you.) ]

i...i think i went too far ?? i'm sorry i just love this dork alot.

sorry if Rosinante isn't the most compatible with you, although this is only my take on who would balance well with you.

note; not proofread ! sorry for any grammatical errors.