#yandere tsun

[hana-no-seiiki]

FLIRTY! READER: What are you looking at? Don’t tell me it’s—

TSUN! YAN PRETTY BOY (FRIEND) : Porn. It’s porn. Hardcore porn. Now let me jack off in peace. SHOO!

The Porn:

[heartfullofleeches]

Tsun Yan: Darling, we need to talk. I think it's time for you to cut ties with your little friend group. I'm sick and tired of you being a little attention whore and-

Loser Reader: Blow me.

Tsun Yan: ugh, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you-

Loser Reader: Blow me.

Tsun Yan: Can you pay attention for five seconds?!

Loser Reader: Can you? All I'm trying to say is if my dick was in your mouth more often I wouldn't have time to anything with anybody else

Tsun Yan, unzipping their pants: You're disgusting

[semisolidmind]

so these have been sitting around for a while (this was originally for that shadow monster ask)

like…childhood friends to enemies to lovers (?) idk

[miragemirrors]

okay real

[lokislytherin]

PSYCHO.

pairing: yandere student council president!sonny brisko x vice pres!reader

summary: sonny brisko is adorably loyal, attentive and loving, which makes him the perfect boyfriend... right?

word count: 1166

a/n: taichou saiko? no, only taichou psycho. to all briskadets freaking out over this exact moment (gut spilling zatsu yandere moment), this one’s for you! 

fic title from 'psycho’ by red velvet, and banner made by me (unbalanced divider also made by me lol art is not my strong suit and i didn’t have a ruler)! hope you enjoy! wrote it in lower case to fit the Sonny Brisko Aesthetic 

disclaimer: this fic is for your indulgence! reblogs are nice and if you recommend it on twt i’m fine with that too (as long as you tag me so i know) but please PLEASE don’t post it under any official tags 

today marks the one-month anniversary of your relationship with sonny brisko.

you still can’t quite believe it, to be honest. to think the two of you started off as the bitterest of enemies through the entirety of grade school (he ate the ant you helped cross the road! how dare! you overcame your fear of insects for that!), then desk-mates and grudging friends as you went through middle school, and by the time the two of you reached high school, you could no longer deny that he was your best friend.

even if he ate ants.

at some point in time, you developed feelings for him. 

it was terrifying, trying to straddle the line between ‘just friends’ and ‘hey i’m trying to test whether you feel the same, goddammit’.

things became even harder when he asked you to run in the student council with him, him as president and you as vice president. you spent hours and hours together, coming up with ideas, planning, rehearsing, convincing. 

you fell more and more for him as you watched him grow out of his shell, becoming a leader people would look up to and admire. he was better at leading the crowd than you were, although you were better at one to one conversations with people than he was. people found him intimidating to talk to individually, but your persuasive words and gentle demeanor swayed them onto your side.

against all odds, the two of you won, solidifying your positions. 

to celebrate, he invited you to an arcade to play games with him after school. just you and him, in an old-school arcade, with nobody else but the old guy manning the store and the weirdo playing pac-man a few meters away.

he watched you kick his ass and beat his high score in a shooting game, and told you without hesitation: hey, y/n. i like you. i’m pretty sure you like me too. so can we call this a first date?

at the time, you’d been too stunned to do anything but agree.

one tentative date turned into two, turned into you and sonny secretly holding hands under the table during student council meetings, sharing quick kisses in between classes. 

every now and then, you catch him staring at you intently. when you tease him about it, he flushes, looking away with a i can’t help it, y/n. you’re so cute. and cool. i like you.

that gets both of you flustered, giggling to clear the air.

the past few days, you’ve seen him come into school with cuts on his face or bloody knuckles. it’s nothing new, technically, you’ve seen him with bruised fists before, but it worries you.

he tells you it’s nothing. he’s a boxer, he just trained a little too hard and didn’t realize he hurt himself. 

you bandage up his wounds. “silly sonny, take better care of yourself, yeah?”

he grins, slightly crooked. “i mean, if you’re going to kiss me better every time, i might actually get hurt more.”

you boop him in the nose. “next time you get hurt, i’m not going to kiss you. how about that?”

he pouts. “nyoooo!”

god, he’s cute.

jump forward a few days later, you’re discussing meeting plans with the school council secretary. “how about we discuss this further over lunch later? my treat, if you’re interested?”

you’re about to politely decline when the secretary flinches violently. “on second thought, um, i think it’ll be better if we continue this tomorrow. i’ll. um. talk to you later!”

he flees the meeting room.

you would say it’s strange, if you didn’t see sonny standing in the doorway with the most frightening glare on his face.

he wipes the frown off instantly once the secretary is gone, but his dark expression stays. you’re so stunned you don’t even notice him lock the door behind him.

he walks towards you slowly, purposefully. almost predatory.

your mouth opens and closes, but you can’t speak, like you’ve been muted by the overwhelmingly threatening aura sonny is exuding.

the dark look in his lilac eyes makes you feel like you’re being hunted.

before you know it, he has you backed into a corner. his fist slams into the wall next to your head. you don’t know when you started shaking, but here you are, trembling like a leaf, sonny towering over you.

“don’t talk to any guy but me anymore, okay? i only love you, and you must only look at me. you understand?”

he’s so close, you can’t look away even if you wanted to. “y- yes. sonny.”

he smirks, his free hand cupping your cheek and stealing a kiss that leaves you dazed and breathless. “good.”

sonny steps away, and it’s like all the energy from before had disappeared without a trace. “haha, sorry, y/n. i guess i’m just a little insecure. anyway, wanna go for lunch?”

“sonny brisko, what the fuck is up with you today? that was really scary!” is what you want to ask.

but what comes out instead is “sure! sushi and negi, right? i’m in the mood for some aburi engawa.”

OMAKE: A FEW HOURS BEFORE SONNY ASKED YOU OUT...

sonny stepped into the alleyway behind the school, hands in his pockets. two other boys were standing there, smoking and laughing to themselves. 

he greeted them with a smile. “so, i heard you were talking shit about my y/n.”

“oh fuck,” whispered one of the two boys, dropping his cigarette, “it’s the commander! shit, man, i’m sorry, i’m taking it all back! i said nothing about your crush!”

the other boy laughed disbelievingly. “why are you so scared? he’s just some pretty boy, right? i bet we could beat him up easy, it’s two against one. i don’t believe in that commander bullshit.”

he tried to walk past sonny, but sonny stepped into his path, blocking the exit. the angelic smile stayed on his face. “i didn’t say you could leave.”

the boy sneered. “who are you to order me around? maybe you’re the head of the student council but you aren’t the boss of me.”

“tsk.”

sonny sighed, his lips curling up in a savage, deranged grin. he rolled up his sleeves, clenching and unclenching his fists like he was warming up. “i’m meeting y/n in a bit, so i better make this quick.”

less than a minute later, sonny stepped back out of the alleyway, leaving two bruised, bloody and unconscious bodies behind him. he whistled merrily to himself as he cleaned the blood off his knuckles. he couldn’t let you find out about his little side hobby, could he?

you’re the light of his life, after all, and he’d like to keep things that way. 

even if he had to slaughter the rest of the world for you to belong to him forever.

[spandexinspace]

The thing I'm stuck on is that querl and lyle are both the type to get mischaracterized in 2012 yaoi as the uwu submissive smaller one (querl overtly DID get that treatment from querl/clark shippers back In The Day w the old cartoon fandom) its hard to bend them into yaoi dynamics when they're BOTH the scrawny snarky nerd

Exactly. Querl is as you mentioned evidently particularly susceptible to it, but they both fall into that zone and a ship like that would have been a rare sight back in those days.

But, I think Lyle would have been designated the "top" if someone really wanted to pull it off. He's the more normal one, should be physically stronger, has more experience (both life and relationship), can come of as more charismatic and has less obvious trauma that can be used to woobify him. Someone could exaggerate that to fit the mould. If they really wanted to.

[blog-about-anime-why-not]

[isekyaaa]

The more I read about yan!Wanderer, the more he just seems like a normal guy with dependence issues. Very manageable. As long as you give him some love here and there you’ll be just fine.

[mellowwillowy]

Yandere Mafia Octario thoughts: You are what Azul would call a 'rival' as they say, in a friendly way, of course. Surely smashing each other's heads onto the wall is just a greeting shared by you two.

CW: Like, violence, gore and torture??? On both parties? smut.

Just because Jade is always smiling at you despite all the chaos that ensues in the background doesn't mean he is not as threatening as Floyd. In fact, you are more concerned about him than the moody brashy Floyd.

You've seen it firsthand when the two of you were working together on how he was oh-not-so-merciful with the pitiful souls that couldn't even die without prolonged torture.

You totally didn't have to rip someone's fingernails off for funsies when they had admitted everything you both needed to know and you totally didn't have to send their limbs to their unknowingly family or beloved, or even neighbors as a ground meat.

Even so, sticking with Jade has more merit than sticking with the moody Floyd most of the time. Having to go along with Floyd's mood is tiring and taxing physically and mentally. You don't know when he is happy or angry with you for staying silent. You don't when he will push you forward into the enemy just because he doesn't feel like facing them and you don't know when he will single-handedly ruin all the plans you've had under your sleeve just because he felt like doing the other way.

Alas this resulted in a warped vision that sticking with Azul is to be the best option. For a man who doesn't dirty his gloved hands, all you have to do is be wary of his silver-tongued nature and not tangle yourself into a contract with him. Easy, right? No.

Chances are that whenever you two are left alone, it will either be a momentary solace or a bloody fight that breaks out between you two again. Fractured nose, scrapped knees, wounded arm, stabbed thigh, and so on. You couldn't even count the number of times you two have fought each other over a little difference with both of your hands anymore.

Nonetheless, Azul finds this... endearing. His little angelfish throwing a tantrum, surely giving you a kiss from the wall compensated the stab wound to his thigh.

"Fuck-! I'll fucking mince you into fillet!" "I'd love to turn you into my tea leaves first before you try!"

The tweels could only snicker in front of the room, second-guessing the reason you two fought again. Was it because Azul mentioned how you used to fidget giving him and the tweels chocolate for Valentine's? Or was it because you mentioned how slow he was during PE class?

Your men were not fond of the tweels at all, seeing how nonchalant they were around you. To be fair, they were a bit tad too... nonchalant to the extent of groping you, or better worded, kissing you in the darkest corner you could find.

Smeared lipstick on the tweels' lip, unruffled hair, and disheveled clothes, it's a dead giveaway on what was going on. Definitely was when they proudly made you show your underlings their marks on you.

The time you spent with Azul that was not wasted on a bloody fight, would be a sensual one. Rewinding the old days sweetly while either of you stuff your face down on the crotch, fingers rubbing the other's scalp. It was a momentary bliss in which you were kind enough to not bite down on his length.

The tweels would either whine or sour down due to the fact they were not invited to join in your little play inside. But Azul is a kind and generous man so there would always be a chance for a group play inside the room. Their goal was to let the men in front know just how noisy you all could be.

Most of the time, you two don't really clash with each other so there were no internal problems, just sharing a friendly rivalry considering the amount of network you two could gain.

They are definitely going feral when they find out there's someone who can comatose you. Will cover it up as, "Haha, I got what you couldn't." when they don't really need to do that.

What a tsun.

[2-dsimp]

Honestly I fell head over heels for Xavier! He's so stinkin cute the little tsun tsun, how'd he react if mc kissed him on the cheek randomly during one of their movie nights together?

『Featuring your yandere Poltergeist being completely whipped for you 』

—-;———-;————

Eventhough he is a resident tsundere. Xavier’s got no trouble in taking what he wants from his darling whether it be cuddles, kisses, getting his hypothetical dick wet, and overall terrorizing them most of the time. So it comes as a great surprise when all of a sudden he felt a soft pressure against his cheek. His eyes widened and nearly snapped his neck to look down at you akin to dumbfounded shock, awe, and extreme flusterment.

Xavi: “O-oi where the hell did that come from? Are you sick or something?”

His voice was a garbled echo as his existence flickered in an out. Finding himself abruptly phased out of his physical form and into his ghostly one. You had him floating high around the ceiling with his hand practically stuck to his check that you had blessed with your plush lips. His scarred fingers trying to cling onto the temporary warmth that you’ve left on his form.

Y/n: “Nah Im not sick ghostie, just felt like giving a cutie a kiss that’s all”

Xavi: “…Fuckin hell, give me a warning why dontcha?”

The Poltergeist grumbled his eye rolling as he shifted his body to avoid your smug face. His body curled in on itself like a flustered hamster in its rolling ball. Whilst he hid the faintest hint of a genuine smile cracking upon his face from your cheesy words.

[hana-no-seiiki]

again, totally not projecting here but tsun yan would learn his darlings favourite song on guitar and when he plays it when they just happen to be around

tsun yan: *is playing their guitar*

flirty reader: is that my favourite song? did you learn it just for me~? aww, how sweet!

tsun yan: what no fuck off i just like it (lying)

YES.

Tsun! Yan just happens to know Reader’s every interest and has detailed research papers on each topic. It’s not cause he likes you or anything!! He just has strict Asian parents that forced him to learn that kind of stuff! You’re so conceited to think otherwise.

He also takes good care of himself just for you. Studies all of your favorite stuff on men (and/or women) (a lil crossdressing wont hurt) so he could spend a years worth of his allowance on it. If there was a PhD in [Y/N]ology he’d be a god at it.

Also it’s actually funny how much your relationship with him progressed. He started off being the flirtatious slut who love bombed you at every turn, but now ends up yelling at your ass when you so much as stare at him in a certain way. Character development?

[blarshwritezz]

It Is I! Again! I was very satisfied with the first fic so I decided to ask something else :D

How about a short one-shot about a tsundere-like yandere that stalks their darling but they are horrible at it, I like the idea of the reader taking the opportunity to tease them everytime they catch them! (Whether they are also concerned about the creepiness of the situation or not is up to you)

-🔴🦊

Oh yay, hello again! :D

Tsundere!Yandere x reader

TW - general yandere behavior, stalking

Tsun!Yan watched you from afar, making sure no one dared approach you. They just had to! You were so stupid and clumsy, you would probably cartoonishly slip on something and bust your head open if they didn't keep a close eye on you.

Though, they couldn't be more obvious. If anything, they were the cartoonish one hiding behind corners, peaking out with massive sunglasses meant to "hide" their identity.

All it took was one little turn around and there they were. You've gotten used to this. They started watching you a few months ago, following you everywhere. At first it was terrifying.

Everywhere you went, they were there too. You were rarely able to escape the constant feeling of being watched.

But, months went by, and you realized they weren't trying to kill you. Not to mention, it was absolutely hilarious when you caught them! Sometimes you gave them the benefit of the doubt and let them think they were doing good, just to be nice.

Yet once again, this evening too, they were following you so obviously. You decided to act a bit more flirtatious with your teasing, wanting to get a reaction out of them and keep them on their toes.

"Wha- no! Why would I ever want to be seen with a loser like you?!" They yelled, unable to conceal the massive blush on their cheeks.

All you did was ask them to hold your hand if they wanted to be so close to you. Instantly they were waving their hands in front of them, hurling insults at you. The same kind of insults a child might use. It was pretty cute.

You didn't let up on your relentless teasing. Not until they ran away in embarrassment fury. You yelled after them, telling them they dropped their phone, but they didn't answer.

You sighed and picked it up, figuring you'd return it next time you saw eachother, but raised an eyebrow seeing what was on it. You wouldn't usually snoop, but it was open on an entire folder filled with pictures of you. Hundreds, no, thousands. Now just why on earth did they have these?

Another complete! Hope this was satisfactory as well!

[throwaway-yandere]

Just some shtposts from the Flawless (Yandere!Scara, Alhaitham, Kaveh & Kazuha x Reader). A response to @yuraasia 's reblog and ask lmaoooooo

And of course, a message from everyone's "favorite" tsun-yandere:

Aight, that's all for now HAHAHHAHA

[angrelysimpping]

Now I have a head canon in which grown up and well off neurosurgeon Whitney meets PC who is not in a very good place at all and tries to help them/repent for his past still denying being in love with them and behaving like a tsun-tsun

Or college age Whitney who wears glasses, studies a lotand kidnapped his girlfriend/pet from their home town and slowly mellows out, and while he still has his mean moments he is far more chill and won't whore PC out anymore and is a bit less mean.

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

LOOK

LISTEN

first one, yeah, cute, adorable, sweet, halmark movie maybe

SECOND ONE?????

SECOND ONE?!??!?!?!

(warning for yandere behavior and abduction. implied dubcon too, i think)

Whitney with his reading glasses on, hair band on to keep his fringe outta his eyes while studying. Got those 8am classes that he hates but would never dream of missing. Got those straight 'A's. Hurries home from the uni library to his tiny flat and, there's his slut, collared and chained to his bed. They can move around enough to get to the bathroom and kitchen, trust them enough to leave them alone. But, still, keeps 'em naked and shackled.

Gives 'em a lil kiss to their forehead before putting a hand on their shoulder, almost gently guiding them to their knees but with an unspoken threat of the force he could use.

oh my godddddddd

[yanderecrazysie]

can I request about the scenario with suga tho? and to make it better make the reader a little tsun tsun so that it's understandable that he didn't think he is her crush.

maybe she's having a conversation with the girls and the topic went to their crushes. and when she started describing him they caught on and asked "is it suga?" to which she denied and said that he's too bland and boring for her taste.

she didn't know he was listening, he didn't know she was lying

I especially love that last line.

Title: Deny

Pairings: Sugawara Koushi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, drugging

Summary: Sometimes denial leads to more issues than confessing the truth.

deny

/verb/

refuse to admit the truth of (a concept or proposition that is supported by the majority of scientific or historical evidence):

“It’s not like I actually need help on my homework or anything,” you lied, “I just want an outside perspective.”

Sugawara smiled brightly, as he always did. Your heart melted a little every time you saw that smile, but you’d never admit it to anyone, least of all him.

It wasn’t as though Sugawara had done anything to warrant that response. If anything, he’d earned the right to know how you felt about him through kindness and neverending patience. 

It’s just how you were: you didn’t like being vulnerable and that’s that. End of story.

“I’d be glad to help you, even if you don’t need it,” Sugawara replied. He always seemed to take you so seriously and not at face value at the same time. He respected your wishes without ever getting offended or questioning your responses.

Maybe that’s why you were head over heels for him.

He was just such a kind person, you felt bad every time you lied to save face. He didn’t deserve your snarky remarks and cold attitude, but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.

You hated these kinds of chats with your friends most.

Boys, boys, boys- it’s all they ever talked about since hitting puberty and you were always subject to their questioning.

“Don’t you like anyone, (Y/n)?” a girl named Sakura asked, “Even just a little?”

You stubbornly shook your head.

“Come on, there has to be someone!”

“There’s no one. Every here sucks,” you stuck your nose in the air, hoping to come across as confident in your response. You tried your best to keep Sugawara’s smiling face from swimming in your mind, as though the other girls might accidentally see it.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Emi, another one of your friends, stated playfully, a grin growing across her face, “I think I know who she likes.”

“Who?” Sakura asked, her question quickly echoed among the other girls.

Immediately, you felt your face go hot, “Me, myself, and I. That’s three people. There, happy?”

Emi ignored your sassy remark, “I think she likes Sugawara Koushi.”

Gasps rang out from your friends. One by one, you could see the gears turning in their heads as they thought back to the times you two interacted. Putting together the puzzle pieces to see that Emi was 100% correct in her guess.

“That’s not true at all!” You were seething now, desperate to regain control. Desperate to stave off the heat blooming in your cheeks and that terrible feeling of embarrassment.

“Come on, you know you like him,” Emi prodded, “You’re always spending time with him.”

Your voice rose, “I do not like Sugawara, okay? We’re just friends, that’s all!”

“He’s totally your type though, isn’t he?” Emi teased, “Smart, sweet, and-”

“Boring! Plain! Average!” You snapped, “He’s literally so cookie cutter that it’s annoying. He has no personality whatsoever. He’s like a blank sheet of paper. He even looks boring.”

Emi blinked in surprise, “Woah. I guess you don’t like him. Sorry.”

“You should be,” you huffed, relief like a flood throughout your body. Finally, the attention was off you and that vulnerableness was gone.

You were safe.

That’s where your memory ended. It was a sudden shift, from the cafeteria to this dark room. Logically, you knew you’d been drugged and some time had definitely passed, but it sure felt like you had teleported.

Your cries for help died when the door to the room opened and Sugawara strode inside, looking grim.

“Why?” You didn’t bother hoping he was there to save you- he showed no hint of surprise on his face upon seeing your bound form, “Why did you do this?”

“I had to,” Sugawara said, head bowed a little, “What was I supposed to do? Stupid, boring me thought I had a chance, but I was wrong. I had to do this, it was the only way.”

It took you a moment to put the puzzle pieces together. And when you did, your heart dropped straight into your stomach.

“I was lying!” you spluttered.

Sugawara froze for a moment, a stunned expression crossing his face before it softened into a smile. One that didn’t make you melt this time.

“Then that’ll make this a whole lot easier.”

[broken-spirit101]

Snatched away~ Yandere!Akaza X GN!Kidnapped!Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing a Tumblr post! I already have been writing a Yandere!Demon Slayer x Reader book on Tumblr, but I've never tried writing a one-time imagine. I tried sending this request to some of my favorite writers, but since they haven't been answered, I thought I would write it myself :> For those interested, my book name is Make You Mine (Yandere!Demon Slayer X Fem!Reader).

Warnings: Kidnapping, injuries, teasing

"What the hell do you want?" You shouted at the basketball who had been pestering you for the last 40 minutes.

It had been two days since you were kidnapped by none other than the Upper Moon Three, for reasons unknown. Ever since he had first seen you, he had grown obsessed with having fights with you: a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. The last time he had a fight with you, you had already been injured after returning from a solo mission. After fighting with him, your injuries only increased. He insisted on you coming to his house, and since you refused, he knocked you out and brought you there anyway.

Who could stop the mighty Upper Three?

You definitely weren't skilled enough to do that. The maximum you could do is keep up a 10-minute fight without getting overly exhausted.

"Aw, come on. Are you too scared to train with me?" the demon whined. You thought it was a nuisance. "I'll consider if you tell me why I'm here." "Because you're cute. Isn't that reason enough?" he said, knowing it would trigger you. You threw a pillow at him from your bed. "Ouch. Not elegant."

It had felt like Akaza had been following you before he'd kidnapped you. You would meet him once or twice a week at a minimum, "accidentally". Or so he said.

"My, your concussion still hasn't healed," he leaned closer and held your chin to check if the bandaid needed to be changed. "Maybe you should rest. I guess we could train tomorrow." "Please die," you muttered after pushing him away.

The only thing keeping you away from escaping during the day when Akaza wasn't here was the locked doors and windows.

The windows had literal metal bars on them and a metal door stood at the entrance.

Why would a demon need such security in his home? How annoying.

At least he looked good.

"Aw, are you angry? How cute," he mocked. "Nope, I'm having the time of my life," you replied sarcastically.

"If you're getting bored, I could take you out." Akaza leaned against a door. "In a fight, right?"

He didn't reply.

"In a fight, right?" you repeated.

Here you were, snatched away at night, forced to come out of the house to touch some grass after 2 days.

"The moon is beautiful today, isn't it?" Akaza said, smiling. "No," you groaned. "Why are we even here?" "It's a blue moon today. I thought I'd show you."

He had brought you to a field lush with grass glimmering in the blue moonlight near a lake. You sighed. There was no chance of escaping if you were with the Upper Moon Three, so you might as well enjoy it.

"Jeez, what a pain. Whatever, I'm fine being here." "You're one tsundere, aren't you?" "A tsun- what?" "Never mind."

You sat down on the grass in the chill autumn air as the wind rustled in the leaves. Akaza sat down beside you. "The fireworks are starting soon," he said. "There are fireworks?"

"Of course there are. Did you forget that the fireworks festival is today?" "Oh. I guess I did," you pouted. "A blue moon and fireworks. It's a pretty coincidence." "So you agree that you like being here?" "No."

It was Akaza's turn to sigh now. "As I said, what a tsundere," he whispered to himself. "I heard that."

Just then, a golden-pink firework exploded in the sky. Another two green ones followed. "It's begun," you said. "Yep. Finally."

The huge array of colors in the sky danced like fireflies. The sound of the fireworks was loud even so far away miles away, drowning out any possible noise. They crackled in the and swirled around the stars and the moon, creating picturesque patterns in the night sky.

Akaza's eyes remained glued to the sky in deep thought, almost as if he were feeling a deep sense of nostalgia or déjà vu, you couldn't quite figure out. Although he did look breathtaking with his full attention to the fireworks, you didn't want him to notice you gazing at him so you averted your gaze.

"Why did you look away? I was enjoying you staring at me," he smirked, looking back at you. "S-shut up. I wasn't looking at you." "Yeah, right."

Fifteen fireworks exploded all of a sudden, create a huge boom and loud crackling. Your eyes were glued to the glowing sky. The fireworks reflected stunningly in the lake, making the scene seem like something out of a movie.

You sat in silence for the next 20 minutes, the fireworks glimmering in the sky filling any quietness between you both.

As the fireworks came to an end, Akaza let out a loud, dramatic yawn and stretched his arms above his head. He turned to you and said, "Phew, that was exhausting. Did I actually watch some measly fireworks for half an hour?"

You couldn't help but snort at his over-the-top reaction. "What, are you too cool for fireworks? I thought you were supposed to be the Upper Moon Three, the feared demon!"

Akaza raised an eyebrow and gave you a wry smile. "Fear me, peasant! I am the mighty Akaza, and I demand respect and admiration from all those in my presence!"

You both burst out laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing sounded. As you continued to laugh, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Akaza than you initially thought. Maybe, just maybe, he was just like any other guy, with his own quirks. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to like him.