#~𝕾𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖘~

[sphireath-wisp]

#Anything for my Favorite Lady

Sypnosis: Stupidly rich guys always spoil you, giving you everything you want and more <3

Warnings: The title is just a lyric from a song and the reader is still gender neutral, not proofread

Featuring: REO MIKAGE!!, Sae Itoshi, Micheal Kaiser x GN! reader

Reo Mikage

One glance was all Reo needed to tell that you wanted the matching necklaces on display. Just moments ago, you and Reo planned to buy something small to eat before leaving the mall. Now, was dragging you by the wrist inside the jewelry store, fingers intertwined with yours.

By the time you register it, he's already speaking to the lady at the counter. His lips are curled into a charming smile as he glances back at you, "Do you want the silver or gold ones?"

"Reo, you really don't need to." Your eyebrows furrowed, watching as the lady returned back with both variations for the both of you to try. She gently opens the box and your eyes sparkle at the sight of it, all the more reason to buy it in Reo's books.

Reo gently pinches the chain of the necklace between his index and thumb fingers, holding it up against your neck as he puts it on for you without you needing to ask. He even brushes your hair away, voice soft when he asks if it's too tight on you - god, what a gentleman.

His fingers linger for a little while, tracing your skin and jaw. His gaze softens, eyes glued to you in a way that almost makes you melt. "...It looks stunning on you, babe." You've left him speechless.

After a small moment of silence, Reo pulls out his wallet. He turns his head to the lady, looking at you still as if he couldn't take his eyes off of you. The voice of the lady snaps him back to reality the moment she asks which variation the both of you decided on.

"We'll take both." He receives a nudge and a shocked gasp from you. "That's too much, Reo."

Reo's already paying. His credit card and love has no limit when it comes to you.

You bite your lip as you conjure up a few retorts in your head, anything to stop him from spending so much on you even though you knew he wouldn't budge a single centimeter. You relax and a defeated sigh is the aftermath of you giving in.

He holds the bag and thanks the lady, leaving with you by his side, content with his purchase. On the other hand, you seem to feel... quite the opposite. Lowering your voice into a whisper, the words that were originally stuck in your throat find their way out. "You don't have to spend so much on me, Reo."

"Hm? Why shouldn't I?" Reo inquires as if he isn't well aware of the answer, head tilting to the side oh-so-innocently. "What else would I do with all of my money?"

"You could... pshhh, I don't know, invest? All I'm saying is that you really don't need to waste so much money on me." At first, you wanted to say 'save your money', but he already had more than enough.

"But, babe," He gives you the most dreamy-eyed look and, oh lord, you were already being swayed by that cheeky grin. "You're my best investment. You're gonna marry me, so I need to spend a little more to make you mine, right?"

In vain, you try to hold back the smile creeping up on your face. "You're so cheesy."

Sae Itoshi

"What do you mean you didn't use my card?" You watch Sae's eyes narrow at you as if he was offended, as if you had committed some kind of heinous, unforgivable crime against him. 'How dare you not use my card?' was the message you were receiving from that disappointed look he was giving you, despite not uttering a single word.

You scratch the back of your neck, chuckling awkwardly. "It's just a small snack for us to share. I rarely get to buy these, so I wanted to treat the both of us." You glance down at the bag, inside is a box nicely tied together with a bow. You felt a little guilty for spending so much on just a dessert, but it's fine!

Unluckily for you, Sae could see right through you and that pang of guilt you felt so deeply. Though, before getting to the mushy, sappy comforting (he was avoiding it), Sae was determined to discover why you avoided using his card.

"You have my card in your wallet, don't you? The black one?" You nod in response, but it only leads to further pestering. "I gave that card to you for a reason, why aren't you using it?"

That scowl on his face only highlights how serious he is about this. He only knows how to use that colorful vocabulary of his to be frank and straightforward, even harsh. Thus, Sae resorted to actions instead of words, gifts instead of compliments. He'd rather go back and play in Japan than let you feel guilty about spending such an insignificant amount of money.

You felt like you were being chided, like a kid who was being reprimanded by their doting parent. "It wasn't super expensive. Plus, we can share it, just the two of us." Maybe coaxing him with sweets will work?

"I asked you why aren't you using my card." So blunt.

"You told me to use it however I please." Fire against fire.

"I told you to use it. You clearly aren't."

"It's for..." Ah, shit, he had a valid point. From the time he gave it to you to now, you haven't even pulled it out of your wallet once. "...emergency purposes! When I really, really need it."

Sae's eyebrows furrow. He frowns, but in a way that tells you he isn't angry, just upset. Is there something stopping you from using it? Do you feel like you'll owe him something if you decide to use it?

"Please, (Name)." You feel his nimble fingers tuck your hair behind your ear, his gentle touch leaving you stunned for a slight second. "Don't feel guilty about spending my money. It's meant for you to indulge."

You notice his teal eyes glance around first before linking your lips with his. A sweet kiss, more filling than any expensive dessert, is shared between you two for just a moment, but he got you right where wanted you in a matter of seconds. You were convinced.

The kiss ends on an unfinished note. Before you can register it, he holds the bag and "coincidentally" slips his hand into yours. "Clear?" Sae asks, ensuring that you got the message.

"Yessir," A slight hint of pink finds itself on your cheeks and spreads to the tip of your ears.

Sae was more than happy to notice a few charges on his bank account after that.

Michael Kaiser

"Oh? So this is what you want?" Kaiser peeks over your shoulder, the intoxicating scent of his cologne entering your nose and alerting you of his presence.

"Yeah... too expensive?" You sarcastically ask and add in a sigh for dramatic effect, even though you knew damn well the amount of money in his bank account rivals his ego. Chuckling faintly, you watch him examine the intricate bottle of perfume. He replies oh-so-nonchalantly without checking the price, "Not at all. It's my treat."

Usually, you wouldn't let him spoil you to this extent. However, it was your birthday... and the idea of wringing him dry out of money was too appealing to pass on.

Or so you planned.

Recently, the both of you had been strolling around high-end stores - luxury stores you had gotten used to buying from thanks to Kaiser - and skimming through what they had on display. You tried to test the waters, picking up something that cost what you thought was an ungodly amount of money in front of you.

Instead of gasping or at least seeming hesitant, that doubtful look you were hoping for was nowhere in sight. In fact, he seemed unbothered by the price. You're at a loss for words when you hear him mumble under his breath, "That's it?" Your plan was backfiring, all thanks to some rich, pretentious, arrogant, white guy whom you loved dearly.

Whatever, it could be some tough guy act, right? Plus, you'd been eyeing this perfume for a few weeks now. It's your birthday, so why not indulge a little?

"But..." Kaiser's usual charismatic smirk falters and your eyes light up. Is this a sign? "Meine Liebe, can I get you something else?"

"Huh? Why not? You said it wasn't that expensive." You pouted, just to seem a little more convincing. His usual teasing smile returns, an arm wrapping around your waist as he sets the perfume back on the table. "Secret," Kaiser responds after a moment of silence.

"Alright then," You were satisfied with that. If he really couldn't afford it, you wouldn't push it any further. If that was his way of saving face, you could understand. "It's too cheap anyways, let's pull it up a notch." You blink when he says that, "Huh?"

But of course, nothing goes as expected when Kaiser's around.

Right after that visit, you were dragged by Kaiser to a buffet, that happy-go-lucky grin on his face as he proceeded to burn off the money in his wallet on you. He pampered you with not only his gifts but his attention. Kaiser was never reserved when it came to PDA, but it felt as if he was practically smothering you with kisses today.

Finally, when you're in his car, about to drive home, you notice a peculiar box on the passenger seat - your seat.

"Is this my birthday gift?" You unconsciously smile, getting comfortable in the passenger seat as you wait for Kaiser's signal to open it. He nods and you slowly lift the lid of the box, bated breath as you unveil... a bottle of perfume?

"This is... the same perfume from this afternoon."

"I noticed you eyeing it for a while now, so I bought it in advance a few days ago. It'd be awkward if I bought you the perfume earlier in the afternoon and then gave you this as a birthday gift." It all adds up. You're left speechless as you cradle the perfume in your hands.

"Happy birthday, Meine Liebe." He notices you pursing your lips before giggling. "Thanks, babe. This is the best gift ever."

[sphireath-wisp]

#One, Two, Three, Kiss!

Sypnosis: You get put on a kiss cam with another person while watching their game live. How do they react?

Warnings: Jealousy, not proofread, the reader goes on the kiss cam with both girls and guys, short

Featuring: Yoichi Isagi, Micheal Kaiser, Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo x GN! reader

Yoichi Isagi

Isagi is appalled when he sees you on the screen, on a kiss cam with the girl next to you. Sure enough, Bachira notices Isagi stop in his tracks, his jaw dropped to the floor and eyes widened, frozen on the spot.

He almost feels disappointed to see you on there. Yes, Isagi has trust in you, but out of all the people in this whole stadium, they happened to pick you? The thought of you kissing someone else other than him does turn his gut in a bad way.

When he sees you reject firmly, not even turning in the girl's direction and leaning away on your chair - in fact, you don't seem amused at all. You wave to the camera, aware that Isagi's most likely watching as well. You form a heart with your hands to the camera and it definitely soothes his concerns.

With a lovestruck glance and a racing heart, he promises himself to win the game for you. He can't disappoint you after that.

Micheal Kaiser

Kaiser's mood becomes sour instantly, eyes narrowing at that guy seated next to you. His eyebrows furrow and, if looks could kill, that guy would be a rotting corpse through the screen.

His shoulders drop the moment you shake your head insistently. Good! You still have some sense in you! You already have the Micheal Kaiser peppering you with kisses every night, why bother with some no-name? <3

Though, you can feel the chills slithering down your spine as you imagine the amount of complaining you'll be subjected to. Kaiser will never let this go for the life of him, his dramatic cries will eventually reach your ears whenever you refuse to let him cuddle with you.

"Oh, you don't love me anymore? Is it because of that guy at the stadium?" He would overexaggerate, causing a laugh to escape you as you elbow him. Once you finally let him shower you with affection, then will he stop his antics.

Chigiri Hyoma

For someone with such a pretty face, Chigiri has quite a temper. Imagine the exasperation he felt coursing through his veins when he catches you, thrown into a kiss cam with someone else.

He grumbles through his teeth, curling his hand into a fist, ready to throw a punch or two when the person shifts closer to you despite the obvious rejection. Whatever he was mumbling under his breath mostly consisted of cursing and threats, so let's keep that rightfully censored!

Pride enters his system the moment you switch seats, but he does still feel a little worried. Will you still enjoy the match after such an unpleasant experience? Without a doubt, he'll text you and make sure you feel alright. He'll cheer you up with your favorite food after the match if you need it.

He'll purposefully wander around the stadium, his arm wrapped around your shoulder to show who's rightfully his. Chigiri will smirk if he catches the guy on the kiss cam with you staring at the both of you together.

Reo Mikage

He bought the front row tickets, special just for his love, and was aware of the kiss cam beforehand. Reo thought that there was no chance of you getting caught on the kiss cam since it usually searches the middle and back rows of the audience. Despite Reo's efforts, the camera panned to you and another guy.

Reo's the type of guy to take matters into his own hands. He scans the stadium and strolls over to where you sat. Instinctively, your eyes lightened when you noticed him approaching, your lips curling into a smile.

Intentionally or not, Reo blocks the camera's view of the guy next to you, a hand on your chin as he shares a kiss with you, taking a moment to really relish the feeling of your lips against his. He finally turns to the camera after you stop, giving the audience a satisfied grin.

Before he leaves, he pats the spot on his cheek. "Where's my good luck charm?" You roll your eyes and peck him on the cheek. "Much better," Reo turns his back to you, eyes softening and then he finally returned back to his teammates.

[sphireath-wisp]

#Amator

Sypnosis: Things they love doing for you - no matter how ridiculous it is, no matter how terrible they are at doing it, no matter how many failed attempts it costs them, no matter how much time and energy it eats up of their day, no matter how much it inconvenienced them.

Warnings: not proofread (as usual)

Notes: The word 'amateur' originates from the word 'amator' which is Latin for lover/to love/love. An interpretation of it could be to do something for the love of it, to do something simply because you love it. Amateurs at loving learning how to love and loving no matter how horrible they are at it.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser - who plans dates beforehand as he learns more about you, who loves being cheesy and romantic, with flowers and decorations so extravagant that they could be considered tacky.

Kaiser, oh Kaiser. He never fails to surprise and keep you on your toes. He doesn't care when you've grown a 6th sense for whatever he's scheming because it just proves that you've spent a lot of time with him - so much to the point where you recognise that smirk on his face the moment he's planning something.

With a bouquet of your favourite flowers, he masks how he's simply a bundle of nerves - all jittery and antsy - with his usual charming grin. Kaiser ponders if this is enough for you, if this date was too sudden, if he got you a big enough bouquet, but his doubts wash away when your skin meets his. Your kisses leave him breathless, his mind goes blank and the only thought he could process is how he wants more.

"Too much?" He repeats after you, laughing at the idea that something like this is too much when he was just worrying that this wasn't enough to wow you just moments ago. If this is too much, you have no other choice than to get used to it. Get ready for your whole world to be shaken by him since he'll swoop you off your feet without an ounce of hesitation.

"Meine Liebe, this isn't too much," he's firm, confident as usual. He knows that he means every word. Tucking a strand of your hair away from your pretty face, he doesn't realize the way his smile grows.

Perhaps that's what makes him so naturally charming about him - how he's so romantic and old-school it almost makes you want to barf. Cheesy love letters, dancing at midnight in the kitchen alongside an empty bottle of wine, symphonies of hums and laughter fill the room.

When you fall in love with him even deeper, he notices, yet not a word is uttered - no teasing or playful bantering tonight. Good, keep looking at him like that, you're always so enchanting to the point where he'd do this all over again to get another look at your lovestruck face.

Sae Itoshi - whose thoughts are constantly being eaten up by you despite the minimal chances you both get to bask in each other's presence, who poorly imitates the example of so-called 'romantic gestures' until he becomes good at it.

He finds himself at the front step of a local flower shop, mind consumed by you even during his morning jogs. With a hesitant step into the shop, teal eyes wander every bouquet on display. Frequently, his teammates would buy gifts such as this for their significant others, so you would like it if he did the same... right?

Sae is quick to learn that he should prepare something to say beforehand.

"Oh, you bought this for me?" You ask aloud, a little stunned by the sudden act. "Mm," is all Sae replies with, calmly passing you the bouquet. You clasp it in your hands with a touch much more gentle compared to his.

"Thank you, sweetheart," You croon the endearing term you assigned him, something only you call him, something only he allows you to call him, and something that he's grown fond of. Silence sits in the air as he sits down across from you, the piping hot cup of coffee you never fail to prepare for him on the table.

"Something wrong?"

"...Nothing."

"Sae... I can tell when something is on your mind." a sigh, "It's okay. Take your time to open up to me."

He pauses. Scratching the back of his neck, his gaze flickers between you and the cup of coffee. "Sorry, things became awkward all of a sudden. I bought you that bouquet impulsively."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I don't mind. If that's how you want to show me that you love me, that isn't wrong either. There's no wrong way to love." The rain outside gets heavier, the sound of rain hitting the windows filling the room as you inch your hands closer to his.

"What's your favorite flower?" Sae speaks up, eyes stuck your hands when they encase his, fingers re-exploring every crease of his palm. "I never got to ask before." A newfound determination can be found in the firm grip he has on you, spine straightening.

"I don't have a favorite but I guess... orchids." You grin, "You just bought me orchids after all."

Seishiro Nagi - who's always on your side, who learns your non-verbal cues

"Wow, you're so capable," Your friend sighs, sarcasm evident in their tone. Eyes rolling as you nudge them, laughing along and apologizing. Leaving your bag with Nagi, you turned and made your way back to your apartment - which wasn't so far away.

"Jeez, if we're late, this is going to be all their fault," Your friend leans their weight on one leg, shaking their head in disappointment. "Gosh, they're so forgetful, it's annoying sometimes."

"(Name) just forgot, no big deal," Nagi murmured to your friend. He finds his mood souring when they criticise you, jaw clenching unconsciously at their words when he's usually so nonchalant about things. "We rushed 'em too," he continues, failing to notice how adamant he is about defending you.

"I'm just saying,"

Nagi's usual frown deepens by a bit as he bites the inside of his cheek.

Noticing the stifling tension in the air, your friend opens their mouth but eventually purses their lips in thought, deciding to hold back their retorts. "...Should we just go first? I don't wanna be late. Plus, (Name) knows the way there anyway."

"You go, 'm gonna wait for (Name)," Nagi sits down on a bench, placing your bag on his lap and hugging it to his chest. He doesn't notice when your friend has turned heel and left - or rather, he doesn't really care enough to notice. By the time you find him, he's on his phone and busy playing games.

You tap him on the shoulder. "Where's (Friend's Name)?" He shrugs. "Left first."

"Oh..." Your tone dips.

"Upset?" He notices.

You nod your head, "Kinda."

"It's okay," he replies. What you assume to be a half-hearted attempt at consoling you works out splendidly when he pulls you into a hug. "Don't worry about them, let's go. We could even ditch them and go home if you wanna."

Reo Mikage - who doesn't believe in being 'desperate' when you're too in love with someone to care, who can't believe you when you tell him that he's your dream guy.

"Another one?! I live in an apartment, not a garden, Reo!" An exasperated sigh escapes you, but you can't stay mad at him for long when puppy dog eyes stare back at you. A wide grin spreads on his face, entering your house as if it were his own as he settles the bouquet down on your coffee table.

Since starting your relationship, Reo has insisted on being a gentleman - opening doors for you, carrying your stuff, and learning more about you and your struggles once you're comfortable enough to open up to him. As if he wasn't enough of a dreamboat and too lucky of a catch for you, he never fails to send you flowers every week.

Even on the weeks he's busy, he'll have them delivered, even profusely apologizing because he couldn't meet you face-to-face even though the gesture alone made your heart melt. He excels at everything, and charming you is one of the things he's particularly good at.

"Are they becoming a hassle for you, babe?" Reo asks, strolling around to realize that you've built up quite the collection of flowers. "I could rent out somewhere for you to keep them all."

"That's too much. Plus, I like having them here," He nods at your words, taking quick notice of the sticky note you attached to the stem of each bouquet - keeping track of which date he gave these flowers to you on.

"Are you sure? You don't have to keep them all. Throw them out if you have to."

"Positive. I can somewhat garden now thanks to you."

Taglist: @dewwberry, @saenora, @van1lla-alt

[sphireath-wisp]

#To Live, Not Survive.

Sypnosis: I think finding reasons to live in others is one of the most intimate and beautiful things ever. Like, "yes, I want to live one more day, to wake up in the morning and drag my tired feet across roads to see you - because what would I do without you?" So, I wanted to write that out!

Warnings: Not Proofread, some quotes I made myself (so they might be a little cringy?), messy interchanging grammar, all characters in Sae's section are aged up including Sae himself, cursing, Sae and reader are the biggest situationship ever, Sae's section gets lowkey suggestive at the end(?)

Note: Finding a reason to live in others does not mean fully using others and relying on them as your only reason to live - that is unhealthy and there should be a balance of self-sufficiency and independence in everyone.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser

"It's not every day I let someone waltz into my life and hang around me, so be honored. I don't let just anyone poke their nose into my business, so feel special. You pried your way into my heart and I chose you because I like you, so I'm gonna make you feel special and you have no say in it." - Sphireath-wisp

"You're home early." You throw off your shoes before he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. Kaiser lets you out of his embrace with a low chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear as you continue, "I was supposed to make dinner tonight. If I had known you'd reach home early, I would've started preparing already."

You frown. "You might have to wait a little longer for dinner tonight then. Why didn't you tell me anyway?"

"It's fine," Kaiser brushes it off with a mischievous grin - you can already tell he has something planned. His hands clasp yours in his, a gentle tug towards the dining table without much explanation. You follow him in the dim lighting, eyes sparkling at the candlelit dinner on the table. The scented candles fill the room with the sweet smell of vanilla and cast a warm glow on the plates of food, all of which range from your home country's traditional dishes to your own personal favorites - there's even German food.

Pleasantly surprised, you question, "Woah, what's the special occasion?"

"Nothing much. Just felt like celebrating us, Meine Liebe." He hums, voice smooth as honey. He pulls out your chair, gesturing for you to sit first. The ends of your lips curve up - he was always such a gentleman with you. Getting comfortable in your seat, your eyes travel to the food again, euphoria swirling in you when you're reminded that he did this for you and only you.

By the time you look up, he's seated across from you. "This is amazing, babe." You comment and pull your plate closer to you. Kaiser begins dinner with you, placing a cut of schnitzel on your plate first before serving himself. "Go ahead, start eating," Kaiser grins from ear to ear, eagerly anticipating a favorable reaction from you.

"...Hey, it's pretty good! I didn't know you could cook."

"Germans tie a lot of importance to family and the community. I learned a few recipes from my family when I was younger." He took a bite out of his food.

"So this is why you had that shit-eating grin when I came home? Because you wanted to surprise me?" You gaze at him, the corner of your eyes crinkling when you can't help but smile. A little playful banter always made dinner fun. "I wonder which 'top 10 things to do for someone special' website you searched for."

Kaiser gasps, nudging you from under the table and earning an amused laugh from you. The latter rolled his eyes. "You know," Kaiser starts, "you're more than just someone special, der Liebling." Pink is dusted on your cheeks when you hear him speak. "Really? Is that so?"

"Do you not believe you're more than just special to me?" He scoffs. "I don't let just anyone become my significant other, so be honored." Kaiser points his fork at you. "I did all of this because you're special to me, so feel special, Meine Liebe."

And he wasn't saying this just to be romantic. No, he set up this dinner with you in mind. He researched and followed recipes to a tee because he wanted you to like them. He bought candles and put his whole heart and soul into them so you would feel special - because you are.

You're really something, you know that?

He didn't mind pampering you and spoiling you to no end. He's found purpose in reminding you that this relationship is worth investing into, worth all of the time and fights, worth all of the misunderstandings. He's found joy in helping you, in letting you rely on him when you need assistance in anything honestly. Maybe he was just power-hungry. Having you lean on him meant that he was in control, but Kaiser is genuinely fond of you trusting him enough to be vulnerable around him. Plus, it's cute and he can tease you all night about it.

"I do feel special." You say with hearts in your eyes, "But still, why the grand gesture?"

Kaiser leans in, warm gaze meeting yours. "I chose to do this because I love you and I'm gonna make you feel treasured - no matter what." You pause, blush creeping up your cheeks.

"You're so cheesy."

"You love that about me, don't you?"

Rin Itoshi

"I haven't shown you the extent of my passion. I need you to see me win because that's what I promised you - a future where you feel safe with me, where I can experience both your sorrows and joy, a future where I can walk next to you and recite to the world how lucky I am to have you. Please, let me prove this to you." - Sphireath-wisp

"You know Rin," You began suddenly, staring blankly at him. " I would marry you if you asked me to." The striker almost drops his pen at your words, his heart almost stops in his chest but continues to drum against his ribs. He glances at you from across the table, resting his cheek on his hand and effectively covering the lower half of his face - just in case he was blushing.

"Hah? Don't declare something like that as a joke." or so he chides. You have to be joking. He's positive you're joking because that's the only way he can play this situation off without it etching into his memory and replaying it in his mind. It'll haunt him for who knows how long and his heart will explode. Be a little more merciful with him, won't you? You don't know how strong of an effect you actually have on him.

"I'm not!" The words the irrational, illogical part of him was elated to hear aloud. You only reaffirm yourself even more when he doubts you, a pout on your face. "I'm being serious, Rin. I thought about it and everything."

"For how long? Ever since you sat down and stared at me (something he pretended that he wasn't distracted by) doing my homework 5 minutes ago?" You watch his eyebrows furrow and gaze harden. "(Name)... don't go deciding who you'll marry so early on."

"I only needed 5 minutes," You proudly announce, legs swinging back and forth under the table. "Doesn't that tell you that I needed little time to consider because I was so sure you're the one I wanna marry, my future husband?" Rin's head swerves elsewhere and you lightly kick him in the shin, under the assumption that he was so dumbfounded by your reasoning that he refuses to even look in your direction.

And you were right - half-right. He was dumbfounded, bewildered, stunned to the point that his composure had been rudely thrown out of the window. The deep breath he took - which you presumed to be an exasperated sigh - didn't help calm the intense pounding in his chest, he could still hear it loud and clear in his ears. He scowled, a heat he was forced to get accustomed to pooling in the apple of his cheeks and taking a physical form as hues of deep red on the tip of his ears. He can't risk facing you in this state.

In normal circumstances, he would label you as an idiot like he usually does, though he never actually means harm. He'd sigh at you and give you this 'seriously?' stare that told you he isn't on the same boat as you, so it won't matter to him if you're sinking. Now, you're the one spouting out poetic lines and you know exactly what you're doing to him - he's positive. Terrible, really, you truly have no consideration for his poor heart.

"What exactly were you daydreaming of during those 5 minutes? What was so convincing that it made you want to marry me, huh?" Rin presses on further.

"I love you. You stood up for me and defended me so many times. You reminded me and constantly drilled into my head that I shouldn't settle for less." and... silence, an uncomfortable one at that.

"That's it?" Rin's face scrunches up as if he was expecting more than just that. "That's all it takes?" He was no good with words, so it came out more harsh than planned. "Come on, there has to be more than that."

You stopped taking the conversation lightheartedly with the sudden change. Your gut churns uncomfortably in you. Your smile fades. "...Am I forgetting something?" Was he expecting you to list out everything he did? Did he think you forgot?

"No, it's just-" Rin curses himself. Pressing his thumb and middle finger on the temple of his head, he rubs his temples in circles and hurriedly slaps words together that he hoped would get his message across. "You can't marry someone for just... that. I won't let you."

You fidget with your hands on the table and he notices your discomfort - he hates this feeling of guilt that stabs his gut, he had forgotten how easy it is for his mouth to run. Stacking his hand on yours, he envelops your hand with the warmth of his - you accept despite everything.

"I'm... not that good at communicating. I still need time." Rin admits something he knew he needed to face if he wanted to be worthy of becoming your husband. He won't allow himself to take up the title of your future husband just yet. "There are still things I want to do to prove I'll always be there for you."

He has always been fighting to prove himself. In soccer, it's to beat Sae. Now, it's embedded in his daily life - whether it's planning dates or learning about you and himself - to prove himself to you that he's worth it. He finds purpose in improving himself and his attitude outside of soccer - to finally convince himself and you that he deserves you. "Don't go calling me your future husband. I'll get complacent before I can show you how far I'll go for you."

Your tense shoulders drop. Lovestruck eyes stare back at him as a relieved sigh escapes you. "Rin..." His name rolls off your tongue in a way that makes him remember just why your voice was his favorite sound, "I love you."

He rubs your knuckles as a silent 'I love you'/apology for the misunderstanding - he'll have to hurry up and learn how to phrase his words better in the future to avoid mishaps like this.

Sae Itoshi

"Humans were so desperate to understand each other that we created languages - both verbal and non-verbal. Isn't that the same for us? For a long time, we didn't know what to say or how to tell each other things so tender, to be vulnerable around each other, but we still wanted to know each other. You squeezed my hand, I squeezed yours - and I telepathically knew." - Sphireath-wisp

Sae can't help but let out a sigh, exhausted from the match that his team won. The tension he held in his body during the match released with the relieving announcement that he won, that all of his efforts didn't go down the drain, and left behind his worn-out body.

He wasn't fond of the idea of joining his teammates for an after-match celebration at the indoor barbecue grill just down the street. Sae was more than aware it would eventually end with them drinking the night away. He burned up enough energy during the fan meet-and-greet - the last thing he wanted was another few hours of putting up with his teammates' antics.

However, he couldn't, not with you in the equation. Oliver butted in during Sae's private phone call with you. Despite all of his objections and retorts directed toward Oliver, him and that smooth voice of his coaxed you into tagging along. Now that you were dragged along with them, he had to keep you close. He's not letting you hang around alone with them, he can't stomach the thought of them bringing you home.

It was a joyous occasion - or at least it was supposed to be. You could notice the glares Sae was shooting Oliver every time he poured another drink for you, the way Sae insisted he should sit between you and Shidou so you could sit at the very end of the seats. Everyone raised their glasses and you followed suit, but Sae always reminded you: "Don't force yourself to if you don't want to. Don't drink too much."

Sae lowers his glass after the collective "cheers", chugging it down with ease. Silently, he chews on his food, eyes occasionally glancing at you to check if you're okay. One sign of his discomfort and he's out of there with you - perhaps he was hoping the both of you could get out there as soon as possible.

He'll put you first this time - something he rarely does for anyone else because he's at his very core, egocentric. If you're enjoying this, he supposes it's okay.

"Hey Sae," You pour him a drink as everyone else is absorbed in their own conversations, the alcohol adding a slight flush to your face and the tips of your ears, "are you happy?"

He takes a moment to process your question, the alcohol having its own effect on him. "...yeah, why? Are you not?"

"I am, very actually. I'm happy you won. You worked hard for it and you deserved it," you add - being tipsy does certainly make it easier to express yourself to the midfielder as it causes you to begin rambling a little, "You just seem a little... upset?"

Things between you and him go quiet and you glance away. "No, never mind. Forget I said anything-"

"Yeah, I am. I want to go home." Sae speaks bluntly - he's always like this, but it seemed much harder with you. It was as if he had to be careful when it came to you, scrutinize and pick every word to make sure the message he wanted to get across wasn't distorted.

"You can always go, you know? I'm sure your team would understand," You say between bites. He's painfully reminded that you aren't his, that as much as he wants to tell you that he wants to go home with you - he just can't cross that line between friendship and something even bigger. Sae takes calculated risks, but his feelings aren't numbers, he can't decipher this.

His hand accidentally brushes against yours and your skin feels like it was on fire against his touch. Goosebumps made their mark across your body and he notices when you shiver. Under the table, you cautiously reach out for his wrist.

"Sorry, can I?" You mumble, looking elsewhere. You can't bear to meet his gaze right now, it'll melt you. Sae's hands reply by enveloping yours, intertwining fingers. He holds your hand tighter and it feels electric. You can feel every callous, his fingertips hovering over your skin. You look at Sae, making eye contact with him.

He's focused on you, hooked onto the way your hand was practically made for him. It fit so perfectly in his. He couldn't get enough. You started this, so you better finish this was the look Sae gave you, grip hardening when you reached out for your cup.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You watch his gaze soften, melting like honey. He's grateful you can understand him so effortlessly because he doesn't mind treating you better than any of his teammates could. He's sure to learn about you with time, he'll know you like the back of his hand. He lives for the way you already know what to say to him. He feels heard around you.

He's no good at anything else but soccer, so he's found a new passion burning in him to understand you - how you could sit there and look so pretty, eyes clouded and hazy, tips of your ears flushed a pretty red along with the skin of your neck and collarbone. You'll surely explain to him your secret to making him feel so warm inside by tonight, it'd be quite selfish of you to keep things like that to yourself because he wants payback.

"I've been waiting for you to say that."

Reo Mikage

"Not to sound traumatized, but it feels unreal that someone can miss you and want you around so often. I feel like every worry within me keeps repeating, "Until when? until when?" and the people I love and that love confirms, "As long as you'd like."" - Schuylerpeck //tumblr

"Oh! Let's get-"

"Reo, sweetheart." You interject.

"But, I can-"

"No. You are not buying me anything else." Your hand wraps around his wrist, a borderline desperate tug on his arm, "I won't let you." You say firmly and the way your eyebrows furrow tells him that you aren't pleased at all.

"I'm sorry!" He blurts out before you can get any more upset at him, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders when he realizes he overdid it. "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to spoil you. Your favorite bouquet of flowers was right at the display."

You let out a vexed sigh. "As much as I want to say 'it's okay' and let it slide, I'm not going to." Your hand reaches out to carry the shopping bags of items he had bought for you previously, not a single care in the world, and everything paid for with the swipe of his card.

"No, I insist," Reo holds the shopping bag in his other hand, preventing you from reaching it and earning a huff from you. "Baby, I really mean it when I can afford this. I'm sorry I made you upset, but you deserve this."

Reo slowly slips his hand into yours, relief washing over her in waves when you don't resist. "Baby?"

"Yes?" You answer - you always do, to his relief. You're terrible at being strict with him and even worse at being mad at him when he stares back at you, voice gentle and eager to do anything and everything for you. He was at your every beck and call, but you didn't want to abuse that privilege.

"Do you forgive me?" He wants to make sure, he needs to. He won't be able to put his mind to rest if he isn't 101% certain you aren't mad at him or else he might splurge again. If his kisses and charms didn't work, perhaps lady luck will be on his side and you'll spot something you want - then Reo can swoop you off your feet and satisfy that desire of yours.

You narrow your eyes.

"Is that a no?"

"I'm still thinking."

"Do you want to visit our favorite cafe? We can sit down there and rest for a bit. We have been walking for a while. Do your feet hurt? I can carry you! I'll call my chauffeur-"

You sigh, causing Reo to pause and frown.

He feels like he's going crazy in the silence and you feel your own heart clench at how disheartened he looks. You hug his arm to catch his attention.

"Listen, Reo," He stays silent, fully prepared to absorb your words and burn them into his memory, "I'm here because I want to hang out with you. I'm not here because I want a new pair of shoes or more perfume - because if that was the case, I would've just asked you for money. I'm here for you, we could go eat pizza instead of some high-end restaurant and I honestly wouldn't care because you're with me."

"I appreciate the gesture and how you insist you'll pay for all of my expenses," You quickly snatch a bag from his grasp when his guard is lowered, "but I'm not a child. I'm independent too. We have to learn to share our burdens and troubles together in this relationship, okay?"

"You're right," he admits without an ounce of shame and he's a fast learner. He's still a natural charmer, leaning in for a chaste kiss on your forehead. "You're so right. I'm so lucky to have you."

He feels this indescribable joy, to the point where the smooth-talker himself can't put it into words. You're there for him and you always will be, it puts his heart at ease, and it helps him breathe easier. You're engraved into his daily routine and life, but gosh, he can't get enough of you and all the surprises that come along with you.

"Do you forgive me now?" He hums, a little more confident. The lingering voice in the back of his head that drives his mind to the worst possible scenario becomes a little more quiet.

"Of course I do," You press a soft kiss on his cheek.

Taglist: @dewwberry, @saenora

[sphireath-wisp]

#You and Me - Always Forever

Sypnosis: What was one of the moments that made them decide they wanted to marry you and vice versa?

Warnings: Might fall in love with the reader, no actual proposals (just the moments that spark that thought, that feeling that you'd want to spend a lifetime with that person), not proofread, messy interchanging grammar

Note: Bachira and Rin version is coming up soon!!

Featuring: Seishiro Nagi, Yoichi Isagi x GN! Reader

Seishiro Nagi - What made him want to marry you?

"Still can't get past that level?" You settle down next to him on the soft mattress of your bed. He whines - a 'yes' in his dictionary - and tugs on the hem of your shirt to pull you closer. The pillow originally cuddled nicely on his lap is replaced by you, you were softer than any lame pillow anyway.

His arms are wrapped comfortably around your waist whilst his hands are occupied by his phone - otherwise, he would've had his hands all over you. Nagi's head relaxes on your shoulder, fingers brushing your hair aside. You hear the tapping of his thumbs against the screen progressively get louder with the occasional soft grunts and sighs of frustration.

You chuckle, "Nagi, I'm meeting up with an old friend soon, let me go." You notice his grip on his phone tightens. Instead of listening to you, he does the opposite, holding you even closer. You huff. It always boiled down to this when it came to leaving his side - you would tell him your very valid reason for leaving, he would pout and cry, and you would have to resort to emergency measures.

Pressing a delicate kiss on his cheek, you quickly worm your way out of his arms when he isn't focused. "I'll be back later!" or so you exclaimed, creaking the door shut behind you. By the time Nagi has registered your exit, he realizes he lost in his game - you now owe him a good 30 minutes of your undivided attention and, for good measure, 10 kisses.

The night after you left was a complete blur, he was whining and complaining to Reo for who knows how long, but you never showed up. Whenever he did make the effort to drag his feet out of the bedroom, he saw you happily chatting with your friend - "I'll wait a little longer," he would mumble, not wanting to disturb your little reunion.

Before he realized it, it was already the following morning, your body hurled up to his. "I don't remember getting in bed," Nagi mutters, voice lowered into a whisper so as to not disturb your sleep. He thinks it's a bit strange - you had recently been having trouble sleeping and he always made sure you got into bed before he did... perhaps he just forgot after all.

"Ah, right." He slowly stands up, making his way to his computer as he begins to recollect the events of last night. From the little bits of last night that he could recall, he remembers calling Reo on his computer (ahem, Discord).

Much to his surprise, Reo had sent him... quite a long video that he recorded from last night. From the thumbnail, Nagi noted that Reo had screen-recorded the call he was on with Nagi.

He plops back down on the bed, wanting to be close to you as he sits through this - hopefully - entertaining video.

"(Name) left," That monotone voice, familiar white and fluffy hair - it was him in the video. "They owe me 30 minutes and 10 kisses." Nagi hears a familiar chuckle from the video as Reo begins.

"Ah, how sad. First, you can't beat that level and now your dearest (Name) isn't paying attention to you, I almost feel bad for you." Reo teases and Nagi pouts as he watches the video, perfectly mirroring the expression he wore last night.

"It's okay... I can wait."

"Stop lying to yourself, Nagi." Reo takes notice of Nagi's newfound restlessness.

"I hope (Name)..." Nagi yawns before continuing, "...hope they come back soon." He lays his arms down on the table, head resting on his right bicep whilst fidgeting with his phone. "This game's rigged."

"Lost again?" Reo chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to send (Name) all of your complaints. They'll be sure to shower you in kisses the next morning."

"Thanks, Reo, you're the best." Nagi corrects himself after pausing. "Second-best."

"Ouch, even I can't beat (Name)."

The video had dragged on with small tidbits of funny moments to keep Nagi watching, but it was mainly a compilation of him grumbling. However, it started getting interesting halfway through.

"Right, Nagi?" The silence is loud except for the sound of gunshots - likely from the game. "Nagi?" Reo repeats with a concerned expression on his face. He connects the dots. Nagi had fallen asleep. "Pfft," He bites his lip to hold back his laughter, chest bubbling.

"Alright then, night-" Just as Reo was about to end the call, he heard the door open while calling out Nagi's name. "Oh," As if you were duplicating Reo, you refrained from laughing too much and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

Reo turns off his camera, observing you with bated breath. "Did he really wait for me?" You scratch the back of your neck, helping him sit upright in the chair before somehow dragging his 190cm body to bed. It was a smart choice for Reo to mute himself, you would have heard him bursting out laughing otherwise.

"Sweet dreams, love." You couldn't help but be generous tonight, giving Nagi's cheek a soft kiss. Rubbing your eyes, you were about to grab his phone from the table before stopping mid-action.

"...This game has a saving function, right?" You conveniently take a seat right in front of the computer, a perfect view of that puzzled expression plastered on your face. "Where would it be? Wait, shit, I didn't mean to start a round."

You purse your lips, eyebrows furrowing as you randomly press buttons. You genuinely looked distressed, aware that he'd be upset if he lost progress. Multiple sighs of frustration escaped you, completely lost. But, despite your frustration, you would rather sit there and struggle than see Nagi disheartened the next day.

Eventually, you pull out your own phone with your other hand and presumably search for how to save the game. "Ohh, okay, I think I get it."

Eyes locked onto Nagi's phone, you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally figured it out. "Okay then, phew... Better save multiple times." You stood up and tiptoed your way to bed, hearing one last giggle from you before the video ended.

Nagi's left stunned - he doesn't know what to say. His parted lips slowly curve into a smile, one hand cupping your cheek. Careful not to wake you from your slumber, he lays back down in bed, gaze melting. His thumb gently grazes your lips, hand traveling to your hair before pulling you closer to him.

"...You still owe me those kisses." He buries his face into your shoulder, a content sigh leaving him.

You - What made you want to marry him?

You have... low expectations when it comes to Nagi. He's a minimal-effort type of guy. Because of the little motivation he had, because of how painfully forgetful he could be, he did everything in the little power he had to remember the little things about you.

Your birthday is his password, your favorite candy and flower is his home screen so he'll always remember to get you something special on his way home from practice, and your oh-so enchanting picture on his lock screen. He's enamored, absolutely smitten when it comes to you - perhaps that's why he asked you this.

"(Name), why do people get married? Documents... preparing for it... isn't a hassle?" Nagi snuggles his cheek against your thigh, rolling his body to lie on his back at looking up at you and the tree you both were relaxing under. Your soft chuckles escalate to loud bursts of laughter, gently pinching his cheek.

"Nagi, honey," You notice a slight smile when you call him honey, "it's for love."

You see Nagi scratch his head, fingers running through his messy white locks. "We love each other, so why aren't we married?"

"People who get married want to take their relationship a step further, move on from just boyfriend and girlfriend. You know what I mean?"

Nagi definitely did not get it. "What's the point in that?"

You purse your lips in thought, gaze shifting upwards as you stare at the sky. "It's saying that you're willing to dedicate everything to them. Spend your time with them until you both are old, promise to never leave their side, and build your future with them." Dipping your chin, you let go of his cheek and target his ear this time. "It's nothing small or pointless."

Nagi thinks for a moment and you assume he finally understood. It certainly did give you a good shock and laugh when he asked such a question, you were almost worried he was crazy enough to ask you to marry him.

"I wanna spend the rest of my life with you... Can we get married?"

Perhaps you spoke too soon. Blush spreads across your cheeks and progresses to the tip of your ears. Clearing your throat and looking elsewhere, you speak, "Nagi... not so soon."

"So when?"

"When we're older."

"How old?" Damn, he was really determined.

"When both of us are ready, to move in together, to wake up and sleep next to each other every single day."

"...Are you not ready?" Gray doe eyes stare at you, eyebrows furrowing slightly. He speaks as if he was completely serious and ready, his mind set on spending the rest of his years with you.

As much as you didn't want to disappoint him, you needed to be truthful. Your eyes met his. "No, I'm not ready, not yet."

"Okay..." Just as you expected, he sighed and backed down for a moment. Your heart ached a little seeing his reaction, but you didn't have time to say anything before he returned to his previous insistence. "What ring would you want?"

"Nagi! I told you I'm not ready. There's no need to rush." Honestly speaking, you found it a teeny bit cute, but it'd be plain impulsive to rush into marriage.

"Just tell me."

You place a hand on your chin, humming as you think about it. You weren't exactly prepared to answer such a question, so the first thing that came to your mind spilled out of your mouth like word vomit."...A diamond ring?"

"Okay." Nagi pulls out his phone, changing his lock screen to a diamond ring - Was he really serious about this? His hand holds yours, fingers caressing your ring finger specifically. "I'll wait for as long as you want me to."

You recognized that look in his eye anywhere. You had seen it when he played soccer and scored an unbelievable goal so many times. Nagi had already decided and, because you knew him so well, you were aware you couldn't stop him.

Your mouth opens at first to retort and, hopefully, knock some sense into him. However, you hold your tongue when he closes his eyes. "Sleepy, already?"

"Mmhm, you're the best pillow I could ever ask for."

"Is that why you want to marry me?" You scoff and shake your head - a big contrast to that warm smile spreading on your face.

"It's a good bonus."

Well, you could always chide him another time. You'll have all the time in the world when you're sleeping in the same bed with him and wishing him a good night or when you're celebrating anniversaries together. You'll have more than enough time after you marry him.

Yoichi Isagi - What made him want to marry you?

You take hold of Isagi's wrist, preventing him from knocking on the door of his parent's home. "Wait wait wait, I'm not ready." You take deep breaths in a poor attempt to calm down, blaming the wind for making you shiver uncontrollably when Isagi questions you - even though it wasn't even cold that night.

"Ahhh," You let go of Isagi's wrist and pace back and forth in front of the doorstep. You scratch your head, messing up the hairdo you spent so long trying to perfect at home. "What if your parents don't like me? What if they don't approve? What will happen to us?"

Isagi grabs your hand firmly, stopping you from mindlessly circling around the doorstep. He runs his fingers through your hair, taming any loose strands of hair and brushing through the tangles. "Don't worry," he squeezes your hand, "I'm here for you."

"Plus, why wouldn't they like you?" You feel a thumb caress the knuckles of your hand. "I'm sure they'll love you. Come on, let's knock on the door together."

"Not to mention, we shouldn't stay out here that long. I don't want you catching a cold in this weather." Isagi plays along with your lame excuse, neither teasing nor making fun of you for it.

Isagi was so, so sure he'd be the one reassuring you the whole night, holding your hand under the table, finishing your sentences when you stumble on your words - he was prepared and ready to be your knight in shining armor. But, why has the table turned a whole 180 degrees on him? He's the one blushing profusely, sweat clinging to his forehead as he hears his mother's question.

"Would you like to see Isagi's baby pictures?" The question was repeating in his head like a broken record, a bad dream he couldn't escape by pinching himself awake. What turned this bad dream into a full-on nightmare was when you nodded without a single atom of hesitation. Despite how much he tugged on your sleeve, you continued to smile oh-so innocently.

"Alright, let me go get them." Isagi's mother slowly stands up and you rush to her side, pulling her chair behind and helping her up. "Take your time," you remind her softly, letting go of her arms when you are sure she can stand on her own two feet. Isagi widens his eyes when he sees how patient you are with his mother.

How sly of you, trying to make him forget about his baby pictures that you happily - on the verge of eagerly - agreed to see.

"Babe!" Isagi hisses at you through clenched teeth once you sit back down next to him, his cheeks flushed. "What? You already saw my baby pictures. I think I deserve to see yours." You had begun to get comfortable around his parents and that distraught version of you that he witnessed just a while ago vanished into thin air.

"Ah, there it is!" Isagi's mother returns to the table, a dusty book in her hand. She opens its pages, revealing pictures of Isagi in his formative years inside.

"This is when he first entered kindergarten," You nod while his mother points, unable to hold back your giggles of delight. Isagi's hand almost crumples the pages of the book as he hurriedly flips to the next page.

"Oh! This is when you won your first spelling bee." Isagi's mother hums. "You were so proud of yourself back then."

"Awh, is this when he took his first steps?" You begin to join in the teasing, shifting your chair closer to his mom's.

"Mhm, isn't he cute?"

"Oh, oh! Are these his class photos?"

"He's building a sandcastle in the picture, we were at the beach that day."

Isagi could barely hear the full conversation, his mind going blank at some parts.

At this point, you could feel the steam escaping Isagi as he heats up beyond his melting point. He places one hand on your thigh, burying his face into your shoulder in absolute embarrassment. This conversation would actually make him evaporate.

You pat his head, comforting him. "Ma'am, I think we could continue this another time. Isagi needs some time to cool off." You rub circles on his back with your palm, hearing a relieved sigh escape him.

Man, you really know how to read him.

You - What made you want to marry him?

Recently, you noticed your beloved boyfriend develop a new habit. Whenever you sleep over at his house, which has been happening more often because of a pair project you both have together (that requires a ridiculous amount of discussion and cooperation), you have recently begun taking mental note of his little habits.

One of the most noteworthy examples is the fact that he has this notebook that he wrote in once in a while. Sometimes, he would write in it multiple times a day. Other times, he wouldn't write in it for a full day and maybe even leave it to collect dust for the following day as well.

In the beginning, you made the assumption that it was just a journal to rant or perhaps a diary. However, the fact that he doesn't write in it every day proves your diary theory wrong. So, you went with the former - even he would have things he needs to get off his chest.

...did he not trust you enough to confide in you? He knows you're there for him, right? Is he going through something?

It made you sickly worried, but what could you do? It would be just plain rude to go through his notebook. No matter how much you wanted to confirm it for yourself, no matter how much your curiosity killed you over and over again when you caught sight of the wind flipping the book open, you did not want to and did not have the right to invade his privacy.

That night, he sat by his desk and twirled the pen in his hand, biting the end of the pen occasionally. Tapping his shoulder at a safe distance to alert him, you observe him as he turns his head to you.

That comically soft gaze of his alone almost made you forget your words, your train of thought coming to a sudden halt. You clear your throat, "What are you writing?" Your glances alternate between him, the room, and the book (though you tried avoiding looking at the book for too long).

To your surprise, he didn't immediately shut the book, dragging another chair next to him for you. Isagi openly shows it to you, "Do you want any cats in the future? Dogs? Pets in general?" He nods when you respond, writing down your reply in the notebook.

You analyze the pages silently, at a loss of words when you really absorbed what he was writing. From your allergies to what you didn't like in food, from what he had in common with you to activities you both enjoyed, it was sweet and insane at the same time.

You couldn't believe you were just overthinking a while ago. Relief washed over you.

"Should we have a cactus, like Nagi does? Should we name the cactus too?" Isagi laughs and you follow suit, concurring with the idea.

Isagi was almost the optimistic type, looking forward to the future. It was adorable seeing him plan so much in advance. It conveyed to you how excited he was to be with you, how euphoric it sounded to spend the time he had now and the time he would have in the future with you - and he wasn't alone, you felt the exact same way.

Even though both of you knew how life could be, life never goes according to plan no matter how much you try to make it, it didn't matter. The both of you will figure things out together, just like you've always done.

"Isagi, why are you writing all of this down?"

"Okay, I know that this will sound cheesy but-" Isagi places his hand on yours, interlocking fingers with you. "It's my promise to you."

"Promise?" You blink.

"It's physical proof that I mean it when I say I'll always be with you. I'm not here for the short term, I'm going to build a life with you, (Name)." Oh no, he's left you breathless again.

"That is cheesy."

"Right?"

"But, it's just like you." You kiss his cheek. "I wouldn't change anything about you.

[sphireath-wisp]

please do sae and kaiser next for You and Me - Always Forever i love it sm!!! 💗💗

#You and Me - Always Forever

Sypnosis: What was one of the moments that made them decide they wanted to marry you and vice versa?

Warnings: Might fall in love with the reader, no actual proposals (just the moments that spark the thought, that feeling that you'd want to spend a lifetime with that person), not proofread, messy interchanging grammar

Notes: SOMEONE HAS ANSWERED MY PRAYERS I FINALLY GOT A REQUEST, ILYSM ANON TYSM 💪💪💪

Featuring: Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser x GN! Reader

Sae Itoshi - What made him want to marry you?

"One ice cream for the newlyweds!" The ice cream uncle ecstatically exclaims, a smile beaming on his face. He passes you the ice cream and swipes the money from Sae's hands - he would have usually done the uncle a favor by passing the money directly, but his assumption about the both of you made him malfunction for a moment.

Sae exchanged quick glances with you - any longer and you would have noticed a hint of red creeping up his cheeks. "We're not newlyweds," Sae speaks before stuffing spare change in his wallet.

"Oh?" The uncle's eyes widen, "You both looked on the younger side. How long have you both been married?"

"Aha, no, we're not married." You blurt out, the already-dopey smile on your face growing even wider as you feel Sae's pinky finger link with yours. "We're not engaged either." You add on, just in case.

"Really? I'm sorry for making assumptions then," the uncle nods as you insist it's okay, he did give you and Sae quite a euphoric moment to remember - a small moment etched into both of your memories.

As you laugh about the whole situation after waving the uncle goodbye, you notice Sae seems to be... absorbed in his thoughts, hands still tucked in his pockets and silent as ever - he didn't even taste the ice cream you both agreed to share, he was so excited to show you his favorite ice cream truck that he almost annually visited every week as a child.

"Sae?" You nudge him lightly after scooping up a portion of the ice cream with a small spoon. "Come on, eat some ice cream, or else it'll melt."

Sae blinks and snaps out of his dazed trance, eyes on the ice cream before looking at you - gaze melting ever so slightly. "You can have all of it. I had a lot of it as a kid."

"But, didn't you say it's your favorite flavor? Plus, we agreed to share or else I'll be too full for lunch." He still seems to be out of it as his eyes linger on you for longer than usual. His mind was still stuck on the interaction between you, him, and the ice cream uncle.

Did you both look like a couple that much? Did the both of you really act like a married couple? The thought that both you and Sae were just dating never even crossed the uncle's mind. The look on his face when you told him that you weren't married to Sae... was it really that surprising?

Sae's eyes narrow slightly at you after you take another bite. Taking the complimentary tissues the uncle passed you, one hand lifts your chin up, the other hand using the tissue to wipe the corner of your mouth gently. He didn't laugh or make fun of you, the gears in his body turning to help you without any judgment.

Sae pauses, taking a mental note of his actions. His eyes locked with you once more before shifting back... perhaps the both of you did resemble a married couple a bit. "...What were you saying?"

"...Nothing." You glance away, swarms of butterflies invading your stomach.

After that, even when you both returned to your shared apartment, he began realizing just how automatic and in tune the both of you were together. Every morning, you always prepared that extra cup of coffee for him. He'd always warn you of hot surfaces beforehand. You'd always prepare the bath before he reached home and he always reminded you to water the plants outside.

Sae was logical, calculative, and always thought before he acted. He had no reason to marry you (if he ignored how hopelessly in love he was with you, but he wouldn't accept that as a legitimate reason.). However, at the very same time, he didn't have any reason to not marry you (which he used to convince himself that everything he was doing was planned and completely logical.)

The more he considered it, the more he thought about his life with you. He loved waking up with you next to him every morning. He loved how adaptable you were, waiting in bed for him for his nap so he wouldn't have to drag you into bed with him. He couldn't see himself in a future without you. He had someone to lose.

So, he'll hold you close and never let you go, forever.

You - What made you want to marry him?

Sae was always someone that sensed more than he spoke.

His eyes are constantly at work, observing your every reaction, greedily stealing glances from you because he could never get tired of looking at you despite living in the same apartment. The smell of your perfume/cologne comforts him to unbelievable lengths, it calms him down. And occasionally, he wouldn't mind a bit of physical touch if it's with you. Give him that sweet smile and his barriers are broken down in an instant; maybe his lips will work their magic on you if he has the time (Sae always says he does).

But, of course, we're left with the last of the 5 senses - hearing. If there was one thing he loved doing, he absolutely adored hearing your voice. He's always the first to notice when you have a sore throat or when you're sick because of your voice, he's so sharp that even slight changes in your tone don't go unnoticed.

Sae would always insist that you call him, but since he rarely had the time overseas, you would resort to voice messages instead. Long voice messages about you rambling to him about your day, about the stone you accidentally tripped over, about that new Cafe that just opened up and smelt just like him during slow mornings - freshly brewed coffee.

Even after he was back from his overseas trip, he still continued to (indirectly) ask you to send him voice messages. It was a bit... strange to you. You didn't mind honestly, but it did pique your curiosity.

"Why do you want me to send you voice messages when we can just talk like this?" The question pops up in your head and you blurt it out without a second thought, adjusting yourself in the passenger seat of Sae's car to get comfortable. "You're back from your overseas trip, we could always talk in person."

Sae doesn't respond and you notice his lips part slightly before he purses them back - little changes in his body language that you've learned to take note of. He was hesitant to respond.

He was aware of how aloof he could be, painfully aware. Even in times like now, he was still trying to frame his words in a way that wasn't too blunt.

"Once..." Sae parked the car first before finally speaking. "You told me you felt like I wasn't listening to you and you got sad. You stopped rambling and talking to me as much as you used to." Sae lets go of the steering wheel, body twisting to the side to face you fully, demonstrating to you just how much he meant every word.

"You always told me you didn't like one-way conversations... but I like your voice." Sae openly admits - something he's sure he would've regretted in the past, but he knows you wouldn't judge. You nodded as he spoke, eyes locked with his as you felt heat creep to your cheeks and up the tip of your ears - he really was listening.

"For the first time in a while, I heard you ramble in your voice messages. It was... nice to hear you talk for so long and you sounded so happy." Your eyes capture the heartwarming image of him glancing away to hide the pink dusted on his cheeks, a smile tugging on his lips. At that point, you couldn't stop smiling, words like this would make anyone fall in love. "I just wanted to hear you ramble like that more."

His hands land on the back of his neck, scratching it lightly whilst waiting for your response.

It was weirdly innocent and pure for someone like Sae, even you couldn't hold back your giggles after hearing his reasoning. Sae grip on your hand tightens as you laugh. Damn it, did you have to be that charming?

"Sae," Your voice lowers and he feels shivers crawl down his spine at the way you hum his name. You've immediately stolen all of his focus with one word, you really are remarkable. "It feels uncomfortable because sometimes you never reply. When I talk, I wanna feel like I'm being heard, you know?"

Sae nodded.

"A simple 'uhuh' or asking questions makes me feel like I'm being listened to." You gently stroke his knuckles with your thumb and his gaze alternates between you and your hand interlocked with his. "Plus, hearing my voice like this, in real life, sounds much better, right?"

"Mmhm, you're right... Could you continue about that cat you saw at the pet shop?" He was always a fast learner.

Michael Kaiser - What made him want to marry you?

"How are you feeling?" You almost flinch when you press your hand against Kaiser's forehead, his rising temperature alarming you. You tilt your head to the side, allowing him to bury his face comfortably into the crook of your neck. "Not so good, meine liebe." Kaiser grumbles, voice hoarse.

You feel heat radiate from his body and arms wrap around your waist, leaving not even a centimeter of breathing room between you and him. Usually, if he was in a better condition, he'd be teasing you in soft whispers or planting delicate kisses against your skin, smirking at your reaction.

Hot breaths against your neck give rise to even more concern and you quickly guide him back to bed - the place where he gathered so much of his energy together to escape from so he could be with you despite his worsening fever. "No crawling out of bed and no rebutting that." You order, lowering his head down on the pillow and spotting the sweat trickling down his face. Strands of hair cling to the back of his neck, breathing heavy and erratic.

"You're so cruel to me, der Liebling." Kaiser groans softly, chuckling in spite of his unfortunate situation. You feel your cheek flush slightly at the way he calls you, though he doesn't sound as pleasant to the ears with his sore throat. "I'll be nice if you listen, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Kaiser's gaze melts and you almost feel yourself melting along. The effect this man had on you was crazy.

You sigh and stand up, "I'll go make you some food. Eating more is important especially when you're sick." Kaiser's fingers inch towards you just as you're about to leave, but he lacks the energy to stop you entirely.

It was... nice to see your nurturing side towards him. How you gently creak the door open and innocently peek your head in, muttering his name in case he was awake. How you'll always catch him when he pretends he's asleep - he just likes feeling you pat his head and run your fingers through his hair to soothe him to sleep. The way you always rush to his room when he calls out your name, you purposefully don't listen to music when he's sick so you can always hear his voice.

You insisted on doing the chores for the week and - no matter how much Kaiser tried to get up and help, you were just as stubborn as him and refused any assistance. He feels exhausted, but he'll ignore that exhaustion if it means he can help you even in this situation - it's out of character for him to be so selfless.

"Kaiser... can you sit up and eat?" You highly doubted he could, especially when all he could do was return you with a weak nod instead of a verbal response. "Okay, I'll lead you outside, but please tell me if you need to go back to bed."

Kaiser wraps his arm around your shoulder, trying to wobble back onto his own two feet. Usually, you would be spoonfeeding him chicken soup or something warm by the bed, but the table bedside didn't have enough space to fit all of the food you prepared.

Weary eyes glance at the whole feast on the table and you help him sit down before sitting down next to him. "Recognize any of the dishes?"

"...are these all German dishes?" He instantly recognizes them from the smell alone. "Mmhm! I got a little carried away with how much I prepared, but I hope they make you feel a little more at home, or at least better." He could practically burst into tears right now, gaze switching between you and the food you spent the whole morning and afternoon preparing.

You pick up a spoon and grab a bite-sized portion of the food in front of you, cupping his cheeks as you ask him say 'aahh'. He obeys, opening his mouth before being fed the food. "How is it?" You inquire, scooping up another bite.

"It tastes like an amateur made it." You almost drop your spoon and your chin dips. It felt like you just received a kick to the stomach and you chuckle. You both sit in silence for a moment and you begin to reconsider whether his initial comment was sarcasm or not.

"But," Kaiser's hand rests on your thigh, thumb lightly caressing your skin - he's always been a bit of a romantic. "It's one of the best dishes I've ever had, der Liebling."

You - What made you want to marry him?

Kaiser was always a risk-taker. His charms never failed him when it came to others and his skills always proved him superior in soccer, so of course you assumed it was the same thing when it came to you. You were sure you were just another victim of his charms and he happened to fall in love so hard that he stuck with you until now.

Though, that all changed when you began reminiscing about your younger years with him.

"Do you remember when we had our first kiss?" The words slip out of your mouth suddenly as you stare out of the window of your shared apartment with Kaiser, entranced by the ocean of stars glittering like jewels in the midnight sky.

Kaiser steals a glance at you and you don't stare back - good, he didn't want you to tease him about the (most likely) obvious blush on his cheeks. "Yeah," he mumbles out loud before your head swerves to look in his direction.

Simultaneously, both of your lips part.

"It was horrible."

"It was amazing."

You blink at Kaiser, lips pursing to hold back your giggles in vain. "You thought it was amazing?"

Kaiser fidgets with the pen in his hand, scoffing. "Yeah, why do you think it was horrible? I invited you out to a nice restaurant, we walked home together and I kissed you goodnight - sounds like it came out of a movie, what's wrong?" His eyebrows furrow as the memories of him being laughably nervous that evening suddenly flood his mind.

"I was a terrible kisser back then." You admit, a tinge of embarrassment laced into your words. You look away, back at the stars. "You broke this kiss so early, I screamed into my pillow all night."

Kaiser rests his cheek on his knuckles, elbow resting against the table and glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. He uses the pen to guide your chin, making you face him. "You weren't terrible, Meine Liebe."

Your fingers gently hold the pen, rolling your eyes with a dopey smile. "Don't use your flattery and charms against me. You always got me all flustered in the past."

"I'm being honest, really. From my very clear memory, you weren't as bad as you described." He's beginning to ramble. "In fact, you were the one who unintentionally made me flustered."

"Oh?" Kaiser pauses as you interrupt him, mind processing what he had just told you. "Like? Give me a few examples."

Oh fuck.

"Was it when I gave you a hug all of a sudden when you won the first match you invited me to?" Oh god, all of the memories are really coming back to him. He wanted to impress you so bad and actually considered that he might lose.

You inch closer, grinning from ear to ear. He had always known you looked good up close but wow.

"Was it when we accidentally bumped shoulders and you couldn't look me in the eye? I thought you felt bad for spilling my drink, but were you actually nervous around me?" You have no idea how many times he's actually stared at you from afar, sweaty hands stuffed into his pockets as he spoke to you.

Did the temperature suddenly rise? Why is he sweating so much?

"So... you broke that kiss with me so early because you were shy?" You hit the nail right on the coffin, watching him melt right before your eyes and glance away. Oh, how the tables had turned.

"Wow, I never knew." You hum in satisfaction, leaning back to give him a little more breathing space. "You fell for me hard, didn't you?"

Kaiser's dead silent, his heart pounding in his chest. He wished his heartbeat was loud enough to block out the sound of your voice, maybe then he would have time to recover and retort. "Meine Liebe, please..."

You place your hand on his, eyes glued back onto the stars as an amused chuckle escapes you. "I like this side of you. I like all sides of you." You heard the leaves rustling outside in a minute of short, sweet silence.

"I love you, Kaiser." You announce, almost too proudly. Kaiser sighs, still unable to lock eye contact with you. "...I love you too."

[sphireath-wisp]

#Mindless Habits

Sypnosis: Playing with their hair omg >>>

Warnings: Not proofread, kinda short

Featuring: Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Reo Mikage x GN! reader

Meguru Bachira

Your hands run through Bachira's hair, from the start of his scalp then combing down to the very end of his hair.

"Hm?" Bachira turns his gaze to face you as you continue to massage his scalp, occasional soft touches to his face make his cheeks turn a rosy pink.

"Your hair..." Bachira stares at you, how calm you looked, how soothed he feels with your fingers playing with his hair. "What about it?" Bachira hums.

"It's so messy," You chuckle when you notice his cheeks puff up while he pouts at you, "And just when I thought you were going to say something nice about me."

You giggle, watching him turn his back to you and cross his arms, resembling a petty child upset about how they can't buy extra candy. "You know I don't mean that as an insult."

Bachira continues to sulk, refusing to look at you. He turns his head slightly, just a bit for his cheek to be right in your view. You receive the hint and give him a small peck on the cheek, "Forgive me now?"

He nods and cups your cheeks, pulling you in for a long kiss, small hums that suggest how elated he feels, "All is forgiven," he smiles at your now messy hair.

Hyoma Chigiri

"What the... your hair is so soft!" You gently hold a handful of his hair, surprised by how silky it is, "What kind of high-end products do you even use to get this kind of result?"

Chigiri shrugs, bringing the blow dryer back to life and listening to the hums of the machinery inside of it. He couldn't hear exactly what you were muttering to yourself about due to the blow dryer, but he could tell you just how much you enjoyed playing with his hair.

By the time he had finished, you had already begun braiding one section of his hair, massaging his scalp, softly tugging once in a while.

Between the small moments of silence, the both of you would just ramble. Whether it was Chigiri rambling about soccer or you telling him about your day, this became routine. The comfort of knowing there was someone listening made this a long-lasting habit.

Sometimes, Chigiri will lay his head on your lap, getting the perfect view of your soft remarks and warm smiles whenever you twirl his hair around your finger.

Reo Mikage

"Huh?" Reo turns his attention away from his book to you, feeling you untie his hair and comb it out. "Oh, I'll sit here then."

Reo seats himself on the floor as you take your place on the sofa behind him. It's almost as if he can read your mind, knowing what you want to do.

You thank him before getting to work, untangling the knots buried in his purple locks, lifting his hair up into a high ponytail, and leaning down to kiss the back of his neck.

"That tickles," He laughs, caressing the spot where you pecked him. You continue to keep his hair in a high ponytail, pressing your lips against the back of his ear next, "Hey!"

You ignore his comments. Sighing, he returns to his book. You tie his hair up and rush to use your phone as a mirror, "How do you like it?"

"You're better than my stylist,"

"Don't sweet talk me, Reo. You know that won't get you any extra kisses."

[sphireath-wisp]

#Fairytale (Sae's Version)

Sypnosis: Your relationship with them as a cliche, romantic book trope <3

Warnings: Not Proofread, gender is not specified but reader is described with the term "pretty", messy interchanging grammar, slight cursing, sort of spoilers for the scene when Sae meets Rin after returning from Spain(?)

Note: Other versions coming up soon!!

Featuring: Sae Itoshi x GN! reader

Sae Itoshi - Childhood Sweethearts

"Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite."

There was this strange kid in your class who goes by the name of "Sae Itoshi". Perhaps it was the way he carried himself, maybe it was fate that drew him close to you. Perhaps it was the fortune slip you drew on New Year's, bold letters painted on paper, asserting the supposed misfortune that will follow you throughout your year.

But, to start your year on a sour note, you happened to sit right next to him. You didn't hate him but didn't exactly enjoy his company either. Furthermore, he had a sharp tongue, refined and honed with a rich vocabulary that he used to his heart's content. Whether it was directed at the teachers or those guys that stick around him like glue, every sneer and snide remark reached your ears.

And oh god, he was so creative with his words to the point where you couldn't hold back your laughter.

Sucking in your stomach, your chest puffs out in an attempt to hold in the giggles on the verge of leaking out. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, glancing away as you sink your teeth down on your lower lip.

Sae leans back in his chair as usual. His attention was drawn in by your strange behavior, softly chuckling and pursing your lips to resist a smile. Testing the waters, a witty remark slips out of his lips and he connects the dots when you struggle to contain your laughter after his words.

"This teacher is way too strict... right?" Sae initiates a conversation. For the first time, in the two weeks you've sat beside each other and referred to each other as 'seatmates', he spoke directly to you without being forced to by any pestering teachers - who always insisted that 'this class is a family'.

You pause, a moment of silence that you needed. To consider what to say - then reconsider again.

"...yeah." Something simple wouldn't make this any less awkward than it already is, right? "You're right, he needs to really chill."

You lean forward and stack your forearms on the desk you and Sae were supposed to share. Sae observes silently, hands in his pocket. He fiddles with the only lollipop he had left in his pocket after all of his friends ran off with the rest of his collection, contemplating whether he should give the last one to you or keep it for himself.

Teal eyes land on you, innocently absorbing your features, the way your leg bounced up and down, how you twirled the pen in your hand (occasionally dropping it). Sae turns his head away, the rational part of his mind reminding him that staring - especially for that long - is rude.

However, he took away something from that little session of scrutinizing you - you're pretty.

A simple fact, an observation - Sae convinces himself. It totally isn't just him being subjective and admiring you. Yeah, everyone else probably regards you as pretty. It isn't just him, right?

"I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was... not love at first sight exactly, but familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you." - Mhairi McFarlane via 5000letters (via perfect)

"Do you want to be my partner?" You wanted to tap his shoulder before asking, but your gut told you not to - it was rude to touch people without permission... or maybe it was something else that made your gut churn so uncomfortably.

It had gotten easier to talk to him through the lighthearted insults thrown at the others in class or the gossip you would both indulge in, but things still occasionally felt awkward and stiff. But, it was progress! School days wouldn't seem so dull if you could befriend the aloof boy next to you.

"Why?"

"It's convenient that way." Thank god you had prepared a response in mind beforehand. "I don't wanna move seats and take all of my stuff to another table just to move back here again, you know what I mean?"

Sae's eyes drift to the group of guys signaling to him and, while he had no problem shutting them down, he was reluctant.

"Hey," You begin, not wanting to force or pressure him into anything - though you knew damn well he's too stubborn to be forced into something he doesn't like. "You don't have to if you don't wanna"

"No. Let's pair up." Sae interjects. "The last time I paired up with those idiots, we got no work done." You widened your eyes and he swore he saw stars, causing a small chuckle to escape him.

Strangely, he found himself growing fond of your reactions and expressions. You were... very full of life; he liked that about you. The way your eyebrows shot up when he directed a snarky remark to the teacher who belittled you - which he took more offense to than you did - only pushed him to make more sarcastic comments until you struggled to contain your own laughter.

You nudged him as a plea to stop, not because you disliked it - hell no, it entertained you and made class something you looked forward to. However, your actions backfired when Sae took it as a challenge. His hands snaked their way to your sides and zapped you with lightning speed. You were relieved that the class was so loud during discussions, the yelp you let out would have turned heads.

"S-Sae! Okay, okay, stop, you win! You can do the research, I'll do the writing." You panted for air when he finally ceased, a smug smirk pasted on his face. With a toothy smile, he slid the papers to your table. "Good, I knew you were reasonable."

You wiped the tears from the corner of your eyes with the back of your index finger, clutching onto your stomach with your other hand to shield your body. "You better not slack," Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes and earned a scoff from him. "I could say the same to you," He retorts before packing his pencil case back in his bag to move to the next class.

"Sae, your pencil," You silently pass him it. "Return me it later. We'll see each other in the next class anyway, right?"

"You trust me with it?" You respond to his question with another, lowering your hand - something as small as a pencil could be seen as insignificant, but it was still his. Sae already had the strap of his backpack hanging on his shoulder by the time he came up with a reply, "...I guess."

Conveniently, the next class required everyone to pair up too. Firing knowing glances at each other from across the class, you both already found your partner before the teacher had even finished speaking.

"I didn't know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good." - Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

"Say 'ahhh'," You scoop a spoonful of rice and stop it in front of Sae's mouth, waiting for him to open his mouth instead of stubbornly turning his head the other way.

"I can feed myself, (Name)." Sae firmly states, rotating his body and turning his back to you. At least, in this position, you won't see the raging flush decorating the apple of his cheeks - a heat he wasn't used to and couldn't get to disappear.

"Not when you have a fractured wrist and sprained the other, don't even think about overexerting yourself." Your voice is firm, eyes trained on his hands.

Sae doesn't respond - maybe it was something he didn't want to bring up. It's okay, you're used to giving in to him and his petty demands.

He's silent, deathly silent. Reluctance is clear in his every move when he faces you, lips parting and leaning forward for you to feed him without any issue. The last thing he'd want is to cause you any more trouble when you went out of your way to help him - help he wanted and needed, but he'd rather die than admit that.

For once, he'll put his voice to rest, not a single whine or groan slipping from his lips when you accidentally spill a bit of rice on his lap or when the spoon bumps into his teeth. For once, he isn't as irritated by the stares he receives and the nudges he gets from his soccer buddies when they pass by - he notices, but he couldn't care less.

And you? It was a struggle on your end to ignore the butterflies swarming your stomach. You had found comfort in the silence you and Sae used to find awkward, eyes speaking languages only you and he could understand.

His gaze never left yours, no matter how many times you bashfully looked elsewhere to prevent the pink shade on your cheeks from becoming any deeper, any bolder, any brighter, any more obvious to the boy you had developed a silly crush on.

"Are you not going to eat?" You pause, realizing that the bowl of noodles that was supposed to serve as your lunch must have gone cold by now. You felt hungry, but a cold bowl of noodles didn't seem too appetizing to your grumbling stomach. "...I'm fine, I'll eat later."

"At least drink something."

"Later." You reply dismissively, more getting him to eat.

"PE is next. You're not going to have enough energy, you know. What if you pass out or something?" Sae narrows his eyes at you, not remembering the last time he got so worked up about something other than soccer.

"Then, I guess I'm sitting out with you."

He doesn't say anything back, chewing on his food silently. "...You should look out for yourself more often."

"I could say the same for you." You place the spoon down, finally through with the bowl of food. "You were the one who blocked that soccer ball from hitting my head, so I owe you that." He used his hand to try and block a soccer ball hurling right at you and the impact caused his other hand - which he was using as a support for his weight - to slip and sprain itself. It was certainly a streak of misfortune for him.

"It was one time-"

"So you wouldn't protect me again?"

He shuts up, clicking his tongue after.

"Maybe we'll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me."

"You're really leaving, huh?" It was pouring outside and judging by the amount of background noise coming from Sae's side of the phone, he was probably at the airport by now.

"...Yeah- Sorry, it's really laggy here."

You chuckle, hugging your pillow to your chest with the phone by your ear. "It's fine, as long as I can hear you."

Sae sighed into the phone, the same rich and colorful vocabulary used to criticize the ridiculously noisy airport and geek out about his future in Spain - a future he wished wasn't away from all of the things he held dear, his family, his friends... you.

"Real Madrid. I'm still sort of in shock." You replied with a barely audible 'uh-huh'. "I made the decision to leave a while ago, but I'm still processing leaving Japan."

His voice was uncharacteristically gentle as if he knew you weren't handling his departure well - he knew you like the back of his hand after all. However, it had the opposite effect, the fact that he cared only made you want to cry more. He was so damn observant for his age.

"Can we-" You take a deep breath... you could be a little selfish just for today, right? "Can we call until you get on the plane?"

"...I hope, I have earphones in, so it should be fine." Your tense shoulders drop, burying your face into the tear-stained pillow. "Rin's clinging to me so much, even though he said he's okay with me going."

"He wants to see you achieve your dreams and all, but he'll definitely miss you, you know?" You related to him, a little too much. "Where are you now?"

"Just past security and bag checks, I have a little bit of time before I board the plane..." Sae clutches his passport in his hand. "I gotta say bye to my family."

"Tell Rin to hug you for me."

"...right." Sae hugs Rin even tighter.

It's silent between you and him other than the background chatter and buzz - a silence you were well acquainted with.

"They left... or should I say I left them?" You hear the sound of the wheels of his suitcase; he's heading somewhere. "Don't say sad shit like that, Sae. You're going to Spain; you're gonna be a star! As your biggest fan, I don't wanna see you moping around."

"I'm about to board the plane, I'll be quiet for a little, but I'm listening." Sae reassures you.

"Okay. I'll start rambling as usual then." You laugh lightly, still in denial that this could be the last conversation you have with him. "Before you leave, I promise to hold that grudge against the teacher you hate - I never knew why you hated them though. I promise to take care of your pencil because in the end I never returned it."

You don't hear a response from Sae, but you can neither stop your word vomit or tears.

"I promise to take good care of Rin in your stead. I promise to be more careful and 'look out for myself' more. I promise I'll always support you from the other side of the screen. And- and, I know we won't call much because of the timezones," You take a shaky breath. "but, please don't forget about me, Sae."

You sniffle, the pile of tissues next to you only increasing. "Sae, I never got to tell you-"

"I'm in my seat." He interjects suddenly, voice as unstable and shaky as your breathing. It was a plea - a plea to please don't force yourself to say anymore, a plea to tell you that he knows, a plea to remind you to take deep breaths because he can hear how painful it is for you, a plea to beg you to stop before it's too much for him and he cries too.

It's a mixture of gratitude and regret. He's glad you don't have to see him like this, but it'd be a blessing to have you by his side, to ease this ache in his chest.

"Sae." You don't want to stop now- you can't; you need to finish what you started. "I lov-"

The call ends - he disconnected; the plane took off.

"You never meet the same person twice, even in the same person."

Sae Itoshi - he's made it, but he's not the same.

When you heard Rin shout at his own older brother from afar, you knew something was off. No, no, Rin would never shout at him - not the very person he put on a pedestal and looked up to his whole life.

"I don't want that!" Rin's eyes glare at Sae, or the shell of the human he once was. "I'm the younger brother of the best striker in the world!" You felt your own beating, living heart crack in your chest for the second time - the first was after meeting Sae's tired eyes, accompanied by the dark eye bags.

The heart you crappily pieced back together after not being able to tell your childhood sweetheart how you felt was on the verge of breaking again - so easily too, after all the sleepless nights you spent trying to mend it together.

There it was again: that uncomfortable, unbearable silence. Sae's lips part, a shaky breath escaping him, yet no words follow.

After all these years, even you weren't sure if you were looking at 'Sae Itoshi, Rin's older brother, the best striker in school, your foul-mouthed seatmate.' or 'Sae Itoshi, the prodigy, the boy genius'. Were you really staring back at the person you fell in love with?

"Let's go, Rin," You spoke up, even though every fiber of your being was telling you, begging you to stay. Your gaze locks with his for a short moment, eyes pleading with him to please stop you from leaving.

"...Sae," Have you ever said his name so coldly? "how long are you staying in Japan?"

He glances down - as if too shameful to meet your gaze. The collar of his windbreaker covers the lower half of his face and brings more attention to his dreary, reddened eyes. "I'm leaving tomorrow; tomorrow morning, 9am." His trembling hands stay in his pockets.

"I see." was all you could utter and it left both you and Sae terribly disappointed.

"I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here." -Anne Sexton, from A Self-portrait in Letters

It was like a replay of that heart-wrenching memory 4 years ago. He was leaving and that thought haunted your mind for the whole night. Everything ached, your head, your body, your heart. It was stupid to chase a crush you had left behind 4 years ago, but you had realized by now that your feelings had bloomed into something more than just a simple crush.

It was 6 a.m., tear-stained pillows, and a migraine steadily kicking in. You mindlessly reread what Sae and you used to text each other, what you could've been with him. For all these years, you haven't called him, because the first few months of trying always left you with no response. You felt like a bother, prompted to leave him voice messages instead of hearing his voice - were you truly as important to him as he was to you?

Your fingers hovered over the call button. You were too tired to get out of bed, much too tired to think clearly and stop yourself. Before you knew it, your head bobbed down and your finger lost the strength to hold itself up, pressing the call button.

The realization that you were actually calling him hit you awake. Your body jolts up, scrambling to quickly end the call.

"...Hello?" Shit. He answered.

"Fuck, sorry," You held your head in your hands. "I didn't mean to call you at this hour. It was an accident, I swear-"

"It's fine." He bluntly answers and you pause.

"...okay, then uh, I'll end the c-" Before you can finish, he interrupts you - a characteristic of Sae's that you had grown accustomed to. "Why are you awake at this hour? Why does your voice sound weird?... Have you been crying, (Name)?" He was so blunt, so straightforward.

You could feel the suspicious glare Sae was giving you through the phone, even though his camera was off. The image of his face - teal eyes narrowing and scrutinizing your every word, eyebrows knitted together, and finger impatiently tapping any surface while waiting for an answer - painted itself in your head. Oddly enough, you giggled.

"Sorry, sorry, it's just- I vividly remember you interrogating me like this back when we were kids. You always used to bombard me with questions - giving me not even a single moment to answer, mind you." It had become a habit - being sarcastic and lightheartedly insulting each other. So, when talking with Sae again, it naturally came back to you.

"Ah... am I rambling?"

"Yes, you are," Sae didn't bother sugarcoating anything, "but don't stop. Continue."

You blink - you could be a little more selfish just for today, right?

"Could we... do it in person?" You could feel Sae frown when you suggested it. "I know, I know. Your flight is at 9 a.m. But, it doesn't matter to me where we hang out. Let's talk at the airport before you go."

The silence only diminishes your hope and you continue to persuade him before it's fully extinguished.

"Please, Sae. For old-time's sake. Can't we talk? Can't we catch up?" Your grip on your phone hardened, "Even if it's just 10 minutes, I don't care. I never got to finish what I said 4 years ago, I'm gonna finish it today."

You waited for what felt like hours for a response.

"Ok." The tension left your body, breathing a loud sigh of relief and you hop out of bed. "I'll see you at the airport?"

"No. I'm picking you up." It's like he already made the decision for you, and how could you ever say no to him? "Wear something warm, it's gonna rain today. I'll lend you my jacket if you get too cold."

"Sae." The sudden firmness in your voice stunned him... did he do something wrong? Was he too forward? All the shuffling from his side stopped as if time stopped with him when he paused to listen to you. "Thank you for this and...

I love you, I didn't get to say that the last time you left." You decide to be frank because there is no point acting shy and coy around someone like Sae. Beating around the bush would only waste time - you conclude - and at least you'd get to process the heartbreak if he does reject you. Or perhaps, you were just too impatient to wait anymore. 4 years was much too long for you.

The background noise began again from his side and you hear a sigh - relief that that was all and he hadn't accidentally screwed things up.

"I've known for a long time." He admits, clamping the phone between his raised shoulder and ear whilst he fishes out something he hopes you'd like to see him in - even though he himself was unsure what that would be.

"Really?" You ask back. You didn't doubt him, but it sounded like he had so much more to say.

"Yeah." His words trailed off into silence, a momentary pause for him to think. He's known that what he felt for you was more complex than anything he's encountered before, feelings bubbling in his chest and far beyond his own comprehension. Judging by the way you struggled to say it to him at first, he could tell you were going through the same hardships as him.

It was commendable that you pushed past your own cowardice to tell him something so tender. Your future and friendship weigh heavy on his shoulders, and the last thing he's going to do is break your heart. He didn't forget you, he couldn't have forgotten you - you were his childhood sweetheart after all.

"And... I love you too."

Taglist: @dewwberry

[sphireath-wisp]

#just for me.

Sypnosis: Things that remind them of you that they keep for themselves (Blue lock version)

Warnings: Messy interchanging tenses, not proofread

Featuring: Nagi Seishiro, Meguru Bachira, Yoichi Isagi, Itoshi Rin x GN! reader

Nagi Seishiro

He had this picture of you in his wallet wearing a matching onesie with him. The both of you were wearing stitch onesies and Reo had just happened to come by. Taking hold of this opportunity, Reo snapped a picture of the both of you asleep on the couch - popcorn and snacks next to the both of you as the TV was still playing the movie you both were watching. Once Nagi sees the picture, he'll snatch it away from Reo and keep in it his phone case. His phone is always with him, so it's convenient to just take it out and get his daily reminder of who's been supporting him in his career for so long.

The matching necklaces you got for his birthday. He always keeps it on him and does not care if he's breaking any rules wearing it (he'll just hide it under his shirt, what's the big deal?) Nagi likes it because it's convenient to wear when playing football. It doesn't disturb him much like rings do when he eats or earrings when he jumps around during practice. Plus, he'll unconsciously fidget with it. The cold sensation it has whenever he touches it is weirdly comforting.

Meguru Bachira

He has a picture of you and him in an art class the both of you signed up for. Honestly, he wasn't focusing and neither were you - there were doodles everywhere on his canvas and you couldn't focus with him around. You remember him doodling you kissing him on the cheek, a cat, your initials in a heart, etc. In the picture, he was cupping your cheek and painting small hearts all over your face. Every time he stares at the photo, he can recall the sound of your uncontrollable laughter, how one of the hearts smudged on his cheeks when you kissed him, and the trouble you went through wiping off the red stains on your face and clothes.

His grades... aren't the best. Thus, being the dedicated and loving significant other you are, you copied your personal super helpful notes for him to refer though. However, you had encountered an obstacle - he could not focus. Complaints and whines would be the only thing rolling off of his tongue instead of anything intellectual. Thus, you've come up with a solution! Doodles and affirmations in the notebook keep him around long enough. Occasionally, you'll doodle a smaller version of you saying "good job!", hugging him, kissing him, etc. Similar to checkpoints, you'll remind him of how great he's doing or how he's going to ace his exams like this! Once he returns the notebook, you'll notice new doodles, and a thank you message on a card hidden between the pages.

Yoichi Isagi

The scarf you gave him during autumn. It still has that lingering smell of your perfume/cologne, and he just likes having it on during his walks. It calms him down to just having it around his neck. I just have this hunch that he feels so guilty the moment there's a hole or any sort of stain. (Don't worry, he's careful with such a precious item)

I just know you and Isagi would share a Spotify playlist! I JUST KNOW IT. You have this playlist with him with a mix of your taste in music and his (he requested you to add in calmer pieces specifically). Whenever he's listening to music on the bus or train and hears a song he doesn't recognize, he'll smile unconsciously because he just feels like this is the type of song you would like. Seriously, those cheesy, calming love songs always remind him of you. It makes him really appreciate being yours, being able to hold your hand, hug you, treat you to things, etc.

Itoshi Rin

The good luck notes you leave in his bag. Of course, you respect his privacy and won't unnecessarily rummage through his things. Though, that doesn't mean you can't just slide your little token of encouragement right into his bag! Technically, you aren't looking! At first, when he felt the touch of paper against his palm, he assumed it was trash. When he was able to fish it out and inspect it, he realized the heartfelt contents of the "trash" in his hands. You don't know this, but he actually collects your messages. It's no good to waste such endearment! In a small corner of his bag, he neatly tucks them in and keeps them for whenever he feels like he misses you has nothing to do.

Knowing Rin, he's in no way a romantic. I mean, this is Itoshi Rin, we're talking about here. Thus, you decided to be bold and be the first person to make a move! You gave him a bouquet of white jasmine to bring home and to be honest, he seemed uninterested... Keyword: seemed. This guy brought home the flowers and literally researched how to take care of them to ensure that they never wither. During that, he found out the symbolic meaning of white jasmine - love, beauty, and sensuality. (He'll make sure to bring a bouquet for you in the future)

[sphireath-wisp]

#just for me.

Sypnosis: Things that remind you of them that they keep for themselves (O.P. version)

Warnings: Messy interchanging tenses, not proofread

Featuring: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji x GN! reader

Monkey D. Luffy

I feel like this guy is always covered in bandages. I just feel it. With the amount of trouble he literally leaps himself into, he is almost always covered in injuries 24/7. Chopper would always nag him and chide how reckless his captain can be. It's always 50/50 with Luffy. It's either he totally forgets that the bandages are there or peels them off whenever he has the chance. "The bandages feel so itchy, they always get in the way whenever I fight!" or so Luffy would whine. You know how much of a hassle it can be to keep bandaging him up to Chopper because he'll almost immediately rip them off - not to mention the waste of Chopper's already limited bandage supply on the sea. If your lover wants to act like a kid, you'll treat him like one. You scribble on drawings of you and him and even let him help decorate. Whenever you bandage him up, he doesn't rip them off because he genuinely likes the doodles on them. Though, he's gotten attached... too attached. His wounds should have already healed by now, but he continues to wear them with pride.

"The king of pirates should look like one." Something Luffy firmly believes in. He loves to collect anything Pirate-related. Gold and jewels don't fascinate him as much as that pirate hat or golden hook. Luffy will hoard everything he feels like the king of pirates would or should have. He doesn't care about fame, power, or money - but he wants to feel that rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, that hunger for the next adventure that makes his heart race, and that wave of joy and relief once he wins a battle. You know how much he loved such an idea, so you couldn't help but buy him a gold necklace, with a miniature fake skull in the middle. You'll watch as he fidgets around with it or shows it off to the crew, beaming with pride. It's like his treasured straw hat, it's almost always on him.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro likes to wear Bandanas. He doesn't wear them often, but he does like to wear that black bandana he keeps around. You've noticed how dirty and torn up it's gotten, and it would look more like a spider web on Zoro's head rather than a bandana if he wore this. You recently bought a red bandana for Zoro and Chopper picked out a pink one for him, just for shits and giggles. He appreciates the thought you put behind it and you'll notice both of the bandanas tied around his upper right arm. He's started to use his left arm to fight more other than his right, it's almost as if he doesn't want the bandanas to get scraped up in battle. Of course, when there's an actual capable opponent facing him, he will fight will all three of his swords.

You often place bentos next to his swords, insisting that you were just helping Sanji give the bentos out. Being so focused on his training, he almost never properly takes care of himself (like taking showers). His main source of energy is always sake, but there's no way that's good for him. Sanji will help you make bentos for the whole crew, but you feel like he knows it's an excuse to sneak in reminders for Zoro to take care of himself in his bento. Zoro feels like these notes are too precious to throw away, so he has this noticeboard in the crow's nest to stick up all of your notes. Often when you walk in to check up on him, you'll catch him staring at the board of sticky notes signed by you.

Sanji

He probably has a whole collection of knives that he uses to prepare food for the crew, but I feel like a lot of them have already become dull. Obviously, Sanji could just sharpen them again without much time or effort. However, you've heard him grumbling under his breath about being unable to cut up tough parts of meat. You can still remember the struggle he went through to cut open a coconut with his knife. Being the sweetheart that you are, you gave him a whole new knife set for him to use to his heart's extent. He loved much happier while cooking. While he was always focused while cooking, he almost seemed... satisfied to cook with a gift from you. "A kitchen knife is the soul of the cook and my darling, you are the love of my soul and the key to my heart."

I just know this guy keeps a camera around, snapping photos of you from the best angles ever. It's like... when did you get so pretty??? He always keeps at least one in his wallet and because of that, whenever he pulls his wallet out to pay for something in a store, he has to fight that overwhelming urge to buy something for you. He loves to treat you in the best way possible. You are royalty, you are the sun, you are life. You make him the happiest and he could be when you're around. If you wanted to buy out the whole store, there wouldn't be a single second of hesitation before he's emptying his wallet for you.

[sphireath-wisp]

#Lovesick

Sypnosis: Looks like someone got sick. Who else would be there other than your lover? Boyfriend duty calls <3

Warnings: Might be mischaracterization? Not proofread, messy interchanging tenses

Featuring: Nagi Seishiro, Meguru Bachira, Yoichi Isagi x GN! reader

Nagi Seishiro

You don't even have a different routine when you're sick. With his big build and strong body, you are literally trapped in his embrace in bed. He absolutely loves having you around and being sick is too perfect of an excuse to stay home all day!!

Naturally, though, he's worried. Nagi likes it when you bury your face into his neck, but the alarming temperature of your flushed face and how ragged your breathing sounds when you rest your chin on his shoulder make him pause his games to check up on you.

Nagi wants to see you get well soon of course, but that means you'll have to go do work and he can't see you :((

He shares his food with you, this boy is definitely a firm believer that eating more means faster recovery.

Oh boy, his game was totally off when he was practicing with Isagi, Bachira, and Reo. When I tell you that he couldn't concentrate, I mean it. Occasionally, Nagi would glance over to where you usually sat to cheer him on and feel his stomach drop a little deeper whenever he remembers the current state you're in.

He's taking extra naps with you whenever you're sick, sticking to you like glue despite your insistence on how he would catch your cold too. Nagi is always pouting and whining, complaining about the lack of kisses and reminiscing about the times you shower him with so much attention. "I only found out I was sick today Nagi. Plus, I'm sick..."

When you finally recover, he feels relieved. Nagi missed hearing you enthusiastically shout his name whenever he scored a goal, missed your comforting hugs, and missed going out to get food together at ungodly hours.

Though, you got busier since no one did your work while you were sick so you still didn't show up to his practices.

Meguru Bachira

He knew something was wrong the moment he saw Isagi bursting into his room dragging him out of bed. Usually, his beloved alarm clock - you - would be up and raring by now and shaking him awake. You were so excited about his match today too.

Isagi said to him, "(Name) texted me saying they caught a cold and didn't want you to catch it, they're probably at their apartment by now."

His Instagram story is flooded with complaints, insisting on how his game is off because his good luck charm isn't with him </3

Bachira asks his mom for that chicken soup recipe she would make him whenever he was sick so that he could replicate it for you. This guy is another firm believer that the more good food in your system, the faster you'll recover. You're sort of worried if letting him in your kitchen was a good idea.

Honestly speaking, he isn't EXTREMELY worried about you. Being optimistic, he's sure you'll make a speedy recovery in no time at all. Of course, he's calling you constantly during practice to check up on you. Bachira face-times you so you can see him score and see your oh-so-stunning face. (not so stunning with that pile of tissues next to you)

"I miss (Name)," He'll feign a sob and dramatically fall to his knees as Chigiri.

In actuality, despite the act, once he gets home, the loneliness begins to hit him. Usually, his free time is spent practicing or sleeping. You were usually a soothing remedy for his loneliness and boredom, but now that you're sick, he misses you more than ever.

How does he describe it? Something like how your heart aches when a family member is leaving for another country or homesickness? It's not quite that, but it doesn't feel right without you.

Once you've recovered, you begin to notice how Bachira is clingier than usual. He's linked to you by the hip at most times if not all. Elation - the perfect word to describe how he felt to see you well again.

Isagi Yoichi

The classic, perfect boyfriend. He noticed how you began coughing more during your usual nighttime stroll with him and brought you back to his place.

100% the type to feed you food and leave a hot towel on your head, assures you constantly that all of your work will be settled if you insist that you need to do something, refills your water bottle, and ensures you stay hydrated.

Isagi is sure you'll go through a fast recovery if you rest like you intended to. Just in case though, he'll tell you to call him if you ever need anything. I will bet everything on how he has a special ringtone set for whenever you call him or text him.

His team will send you pictures of that cheesy smile plastered on his face whenever he calls or texts you. Honestly, you have a whole album on your phone dedicated purely to pictures of him grinning at his phone.

His game isn't really that bad since he'll get fired up quite quickly. Though, he isn't used to not receiving sweets or kisses after practice.

Just like Bachira, he'll face-time you a lot. Hearing your voice, seeing your face, and smile, asking you if you've been feeling better ever since you got sick, it sort of reassures him.

Sometimes, he wonders if he's doing enough to help you recover and always asks if you need anything from him.

ISAGI WILL GIVE YOU FOREHEAD KISSES ROUTINELY!! SICK OR NOT, HE MUST AND WILL!! It's what keeps you and him asleep at night.

Isagi definitely breathes a sigh of relief the moment you say that you've fully recovered. On your birthday, he'll wish you good health and all of that sappy stuff so you won't have to feel so miserable being sick.

[sphireath-wisp]

#A Night at the Symphony

Synopsis: Laufey songs + Blue lock Characters + love stories = days of me violently sobbing (The pronouns in the lyrics do not matter, reader is still gender neutral and please tell me if I accidentally assign reader with any pronouns other than they/them)

Warnings: Laufey's heartwrenching songs that I love with my whole heart, Kaiser and reader are aged up in his section and old enough to drink alcohol, not proofread, weird interchanging grammar,

Notes: For my friend, @dewwberry. Writing for all the red flags today 💪💪💪

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi x GN! reader

Michael Kaiser + "Like the Movies"

"Maybe one day I'll fall, in a bookstore, into the arms of a guy."

"Thank you," was all you could mutter out, a coy smile plastered on your face as the blonde man reached for a book on a shelf too high for you to even tiptoe to. He towers over you, his ridiculously handsome face adorned with an amused smirk.

Before he passes it to you, his blue eyes scan the cover of the book, taking his own sweet time browsing through the pages. You snap out of reality when you hear the sudden close of the book in his hands, a chuckle - most likely at you

"My bad," You apologize for staring, a relieved sigh escaping you when he nods. "It's alright," He pushes up his glasses when it slides down the bridge of his nose, grabbing another copy of the book he had passed to you. "At least I now know what I'll be reading tonight."

You hugged the book to your chest, hoping that you were the only one who could hear the loud drums of your heartbeat against your ribs. "I'll see you around?"

Pursing your lips, you nodded, ecstatically returning the favor when he waved bye to you. You continued to observe his proud strides as he walked off, only noticing the dopey smile on your face when you look at your reflection through the glass-paned windows.

"Huh?" You mumble after snapping out of your daydream, noticing a small card wedged in the middle of the book. Examining it, you widen your eyes when you see a phone number and name written on it, "Michael Kaiser?"

"We'll sneak into bars and gaze at the stars, Surrounded by fireflies."

Before you knew it, you were texting him constantly, returning to that same bookstore every week or so to meet up. As more time went on, you found yourself searching for every chance to meet up with him, whether it was at the movies or a bar. Luckily for you, Kaiser is someone who loves his champagne.

"Time passes by too quickly when I'm with you," Kaiser hears you drunkenly admit, taking a small sip of the champagne he had so generously bought for you. He hums in response, nonchalant as usual. For a moment, Kaiser feels like this bar is too stuffy - the irritatingly loud music preventing Kaiser from hearing your voice.

He rests his chin on his hand, half-heartedly - at first - listening to you ramble about whatever you had to get off your chest. "I'm such a hopeless romantic honestly." Kaiser's ears perk up.

"I've read too many romantic books, they're all raising my standards. It's no wonder I've had no luck - no one's ever good enough." You sigh and you finish another glass of champagne, not even realizing how bad the hangover after this will be for you. He doesn't say anything, his fingers reaching to brush those strands of your hair that have been bothering him. "I wanna love like I've seen in the movies." He pauses just before his fingers graze against your cheek.

"That's why I'll never fall in love." You lie to both yourself and him.

"Oh, I'd like to sleep in till two on a Sunday And listen to the bluebirds sigh."

Groggily dragging your feet out of bed, you blink when you see the blonde man leaning against the door frame. "Kaiser?" You rub your eyes again, the shock striking you all of a sudden when you find yourself in an unfamiliar room.

"I brought you back to my place. You had passed out before I could ask you where your place was." You hold your head in your hands, trying to recall the events of last night in vain. "You were clinging to me all night, you know?" Kaiser chuckles when your face contorts into embarrassment, chiding him for teasing you.

Reading you like an open book, he takes you by the hand - almost hurriedly - and forces you to sit back on the bed. "I'll go buy you some medicine to help with that headache." and so he turns his back to you, gently creaking the door shut, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You spot a small card - identical to the one that was wedged between the pages of the book before - on the bedside table, a glass with about 3/4 of it filled with water holding the card down and preventing it from flying with the wind.

"So old-fashioned." you thought, though you had to admit you did not mind one bit.

"'Take better care of yourself, idiot.'" You scoff lightly after reading the note out loud, rolling your eyes. "Wow, well, that's a very nice thing to say." You sarcastically whip back out of pure instinct - if Kaiser was here, he'd definitely be snapping another annoyingly smart retort back at you. You toss the note aside on the table, that headache killing any energy or willpower you had in your system.

Eyes wandering around the room, you spot a myriad of items - a bookshelf neatly arranged in alphabetical order (that book both you and Kaiser were reading slightly sticking out of the shelf), a comfortable rug that you could probably fall asleep in, and a trash bin filled to the brim with crumpled pieces of paper.

"Strange, why is there only paper in here?" Your curiosity took over and, for better or worse, you straighten out a few of the papers and read their contents, lightly skimming through them on the floor. You could tell Kaiser wrote this just by the handwriting.

'Don't worry about anything, rest up for the whole day. I'll take care of you.' said one note.

'I care about you more than you think, don't ever get that drunk in front of another man.-' the last part was just scribbled off as if the writer wasn't sure how to phrase his words.

You stop, rubbing your eyes as you pull out a torn-off piece of paper.

'I've fallen for you too - just like the movies.'

"Get soaked in the rain and smile through the pain, Slow dance under stormy skies."

It's been a few days since you left Kaiser's place. As much as your heart ached to be with him, you had no idea what to do honestly when you found that piece of a once-complete letter. You didn't know what to do when it boiled down to love despite being a connoisseur in romantic movies or books.

In the end, you were clueless and utterly hopeless, dragging your feet back to that same bookstore.

You wandered inside, that once-comforting almond smell of books making your mind think back to the first time you met him. Yet, you didn't see him at all, no matter which corner you turned. Well, it's not as if you both agreed to meet up today - why would he be here? Though, you always did believe Kaiser had some kind of telepathic power when it came to you.

Defeated, you exited the bookstore just to notice a familiar figure sitting on a bench, staring off into the pouring rain. That blonde hair with blue streaks, that confident posture, of course, it's Kaiser. A mix of emotions stirs in you, but your body reacts on its own accord, feet marching confidently in his direction. Heart pounding. Head woozy. That same lovestruck smile on your face.

"Didn't bring an umbrella?" You peeked over his shoulder, startling him for a second. Kaiser sighs in relief when he registers that it's just you, nodding. He sits up, spine straightening when he notices the umbrella you have in your hand. "You'll have to hold it though, you're taller than me."

"Alright, alright." Kaiser opens the umbrella and covers both of you with it, that usual smug grin on his face - but something feels different this time. You feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Stay close or else you'll get soaked." His grip on your waist tightens.

"It's no wonder I've had no luck, no one's ever good enough. I want a love like I've seen in the movies. That's why I'll never fall in love."

"You're such an idiot, actually." You reply to his last joke, your chest bubbling as you try to contain your laughter - in vain. Kaiser dramatically scoffs, making that 'tch' sound and shaking his head."

"Says the one who forced me to take care of them because they were too drunk to tell me where they lived." You jab him back lightly in response. "For your info, I did not force you. You were the one who willingly took care of me."

"I willingly took care of you because I'm just that good of a person!" Kaiser tilted the umbrella to your side, ignoring how his shoulder was getting drenched in the rain. He masks his amusement with a frown when you sigh.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat." You roll your eyes despite that stupidly cheerful smile on your face. "Hmph, you sound very doubtful of me." Kaiser retorts, elbowing you, "Then, tell me, know-it-all. Why do you think I willingly brought you back to my place that night?"

You place a hand on your chin, thinking for a moment. A brilliant idea hits you and you put on your best smile, deciding to reply with a cheesy quote from the book both you and Kaiser read, "Because you love me."

He recognized that cliché quote without any trouble, almost instantly facepalmed, and burst out laughing. Something about you made him feel a little more alive, a little more complete. Was it just him, or did every morning seem a little easier to get through ever since he met you?

"You know..." Kaiser lowers his voice, the atmosphere changing.

"That night when you were drunk, while you did not tell me where you lived, you did confess to me something else." Kaiser notices that the rain had gradually stopped as he spoke, observing your once hyper movements slow down. "You told me you fell in love with me."

You halt dead in your tracks, your cheeks heating up. A swarm of butterflies rush through your body and even though you parted your lips, you didn't say anything. He stopped in front of you, the distance between you and him being heartstoppingly close. "I never got to tell you my response to your confession, so..."

Kaiser's wrist slowly turned, tilting the umbrella at an angle that blocked anyone's view of this precious moment - seeing your face in such a flustered state is a luxury that Kaiser doesn't want to share. You feel a hand cup your cheek too gently, treating your skin like the most precious of porcelain. A more genuine, soft grin adorned the man you fell in love with as he slowly pulled you closer, stealing away your first kiss.

"Yes (Name), I do love you. I'll bring you back to my place and take care of you whenever you need me to."

Sae Itoshi + "Beautiful Stranger"

"Beautiful stranger sitting right there, Looked up at me... Looked back for a second, didn't want to be rude. I tend to fall in love on the tube."

You unintentionally whispered a 'wow', your mouth left agape at the sight of a lean young man boarding the train. Reddish-brown hair that he unconsciously brushes his hand through, slim green eyes that make him look so unapproachable, a cold and aloof gaze - yet you felt nothing but warmth in your chest.

He sat across from you, hands tucking themselves comfortably in his pocket after zipping up his jacket. He places his bag on the floor, clamping it in place between his legs.

You notice him sigh, seemingly tired from... whatever he was doing before. His gaze drifts around, locking eye contact with you for a short moment and you felt your body tense up.

You snap your head in the other direction, your eyes still wanting to look back, maybe even wave if you could muster up the courage. Covering the lower half of your face with your hand, you muffle your gasp and pray that he didn't notice you.

You take a deep breath. No way you would fall in love with some stranger you just met, right? From the corner of your eye, you glimpse at him and realize he isn't looking back.

Maybe, hopefully, he didn't catch you? You slowly turn your head back forward, trying to calm your beating heart and that annoyingly imaginative mind of yours.

Greedily, you steal another glance at him, looking at him from head to toe multiple times. It was as if you couldn't get enough of him.

"Beautiful stranger sitting right there, Reading the newspaper, stuck to his chair. I swore that he smiled and I felt my heart drop. Heard the doors open, came to my stop."

You observed him as he fished his phone out of his pockets. He leaned back, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You scratched the back of your neck and immediately turned your head when he looked up from his phone, pursing your lips.

While you couldn't see his face properly, you swore that there was a small smile on his face. Getting up from your seat, you prepared to leave and waited for the doors to open.

For the first time in forever, you didn't want to reach home this early though the comfort of your bed was more than appealing. Some part of you still wanted to linger around. Your head turns back to that same stranger, still staring at his phone. The sound of the door opening echoed, it was your cue to leave.

Though you weren't hallucinating - he was smiling.

"Beautiful stranger, catching my stare. It's fate we collided right then back there"

You boarded the same bus on your way to work and back, despite it taking longer than your usual route, hope that you'll see that same beautiful stranger dwelling in the deepest part of your heart. Just like a loop of last night, you awaited his arrival patiently.

"Oh!" You mumble under your breath, gaze following his figure just like his shadow would the moment you recognized that unforgettable face. He looks around the bus, almost as if he was searching for something, and you swore you saw him stare at you for a slight second before sitting down across from you.

Just like that, boarding that exact bus became routine for you, and your mornings were brightened by his presence. Your innocent little crush escalated and bloomed into something more, and for a second, you longed for him more.

You wondered how his voice sounded when speaking to you instead of on a call with someone else, you fantasized about how his hand would feel in yours, how warm his embrace probably is, how lovely it must be to be that special someone in his life.

No, this has to be infatuation... right?

"I wonder if he felt the same thing too. Innocent crush on the morning commute."

Another unremarkable morning, you anticipated the same cycle to repeat itself. He'll board the train, glance around, then sit across from you.

Or so you thought. That night, he seemed particularly exhausted, his demeanor was completely different in the morning. His posture was a bit slouched, occasionally yawning and rubbing his eyes. You frowned, worry in your eyes as you clutched the phone in your hand.

As usual, he looked around with that same detached expression. However, this time, despite all of the empty seats around, he sat next to you. Widening your eyes, you immediately turned your head away, more than reluctant to let him see that rosy glow - that you've noticed is a side effect that happens when you think of him - on your cheeks.

You leaned back in your seat, wanting to get a better look at him. He had his arms crossed, reddish-brown hair messy, and eyes weary. He dipped his chin, seemingly looking down at his lap before closing his eyes. Sooner or later, you could hear the soft murmurs and snores from him.

As the train came to a sudden halt, the impact caused his head to land on your left shoulder, using it as a pillow. Cautiously, you adjusted your position and took off your left earphone so it wouldn't disturb him in his sleep. All the passengers must have been jumping to conclusions when they gave you both warm smiles and nods of encouragement, what could they possibly be thinking about?

Though, no matter how you deny it, that enamored smile on your face must have fueled whatever assumptions they were making of the both of you. When you turned to check on him, you noticed something peculiar.

Was he always smiling like that at first?

"What if I would've stayed on the train? Dared to stand up and ask for his name? Maybe we would have exchanged a few words, A fairytale moment could have occurred."

While you dreamed that this moment could last forever, you noticed that you would be reaching your stop soon, and - no matter how tempting the idea of missing a few stops was - you were left with no other option than to shake him awake.

"Hey... hey?" He must be a light sleeper because he woke up pretty quickly with a few gentle tugs. Why didn't he wake up when the train suddenly stopped then... Was he pretending?

You giggle at him, insisting that it was okay when he apologized to you, even lowering his head a little. It felt like something had sparked between the both of you through that short interaction, something that sent your heart into overdrive. From the subtle softening of his gaze to how his shoulders dropped in relief, you could only wonder if you were the cause of such dismissive reactions.

"Oh... this is my stop." Disappointment laces your words, your heart sinking.

With a scowl on your face, you approached the train doors. You give him one last sorrowful look, wishing that sweet, surreal moment wasn't so short. You met his gaze, locking eye contact as you felt the train slow down.

You lifted your hand to wave goodbye, but you clench your fist and hesitate, hurriedly dropping your hand back down right after. Your fingernails dig deeper into the flesh of your palm, that crazy part of you scolding you for missing such a wonderful opportunity. Any rational, logical sense left in you supported what you did, it did save you from any embarrassment or rejection.

Turning your back to him, you solemnly take a small step closer to the exit once the train doors open.

"Wait," You feel fingers envelop your forearm, preventing you from entirely leaving the train. Surprise coursed its way through your veins when you realized it was your beautiful stranger holding you by the arm, a rosy glow that you were only familiar seeing yourself with adorning his cheeks. "I'll walk you home."

(Bonus: After spending more time with Sae, he'll purposefully save a seat on the train for you, placing his bag there and patiently waiting for you. Even when you text him that you won't be showing up to work, he still does it out of pure habit unless the train is really crowded or someone asks.)

Rin Itoshi + "Valentine"

"I've rejected affection for years and years. Now, I have it, and, damn it, it's kind of weird."

"Rin, Rin, what does this word mean?" Your fingers pointed at a phrase on the letter you found on your table. You knew basic phrases in Japanese and barely got through school with that knowledge. Thus, Rin was naturally assigned to be your personal translator throughout the day since he was fluent in English and was conveniently in your class. And, would you look at that, he sits next to you as well.

You watch him eye the letter and his eyebrows shoot up. He snatches the letter from your grasp, practically crumpling between his index and thumb fingers. The smell of the perfume - cheap, for sure - wafts through the air up his nose and he clogs it. Rin was always the type of person to have a disdain for well, most things, but whatever vexed him was more than just the glittery design.

"Ignore it," He expects you to oblige, giving the letter a piercing, demeaning glare. "It's nothing important."

"At least tell me how to pronounce it!" You pout, crossing your arms, "I have to learn Japanese, or else I'll forever be stuck with a grumpy, moody translator." You didn't mind the idea so much actually, but you continued to act like you did.

"I'm not an idiot, (Name). You'll just search up the meaning." He drapes an arm over the top of his chair, jaw resting on his knuckles. "Even if I promise? Swear to keep my word and not search it up?" You persist, probing into why he seemed so repulsed by some scrap of paper.

"Even if you promise," Rin repeats after you, seemingly not budging an inch. You audibly sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. "Won't you tell me? Come on, it can't be that bad." Your knee swerves to the side, jabbing his leg from under the table. "I have a right to know, the letter was meant for me after all."

Logically, Rin wouldn't listen. No, he shouldn't. If wishes to keep his pride, he shouldn't give in to your request. From adopting the traits of his older brother, from an early age, he weaved and molded himself to be rational at every step. Yet, somehow, every bone in his body wants to trust and believes you.

"It doesn't matter anyway," or so he would rationalize his actions, fingers pointing at the words on the letter. Your eyes trail after his finger, listening intently.

"あいしてる.(Ai-shi-teru)" He lowers his voice suddenly, almost into a whisper as if he didn't want anyone else to overhear him. You echo after him and for a moment, you could've sworn that the tip of his ears grew red, "あいしてる."

"He tells me I'm pretty, Don't know how to respond. I tell him that he's pretty too. Can I say that? Don't have a clue."

Rin's group of friends people he tolerates happen to sit near your table during lunchtime and, occasionally, your friends would catch the short glimpses you exchange with him.

You feel a not-so-subtle kick from under the table and you retaliate, returning the favor as you chide your friends. Judging by their smirks, you could tell you were in for a disaster. Seems like they caught you red-handed.

As you are forced to profusely deny anything they say, their teasing reaches Rin's ears.

"You're all red! You definitely have a crush on him!" One of your friends exclaimed, teasing you. You felt like melting as you covered your ears in a weak attempt to block out their words. "Oh, shut up! You're so loud."

Rin glances at you from the corner of his eye and you could feel the shivers crawling up your spine, clawing their way around your body. You could only pray he didn't hear anything as you chewed on your food. You couldn't swallow the food down, fidgeting with your hands under the table while stuttering out poor excuses to change the topic.

At first, he planned to save you the embarrassment and pretend to be oblivious. It'd cause him less trouble anyway - just look away and continue eating, engraving the memory in his mind. Having said that, he didn't know what made him so fond of that flustered expression on your face.

"Lukewarm," He utters under his breath - directed to your friends and, for the first time in a while, himself. He looks away, pulling out his phone to text you with a scowl on his face.

You see your phone buzz on the table and the notification, much to your dismay, displayed Rin's message to you for all your friends to see.

"u have a nice smile" and you felt like your eyes were playing tricks on you. You swiped your phone off the table, pressing the screen against your chest and close to your racing heart. Your friends all screamed and cheered in unison, all you wanted to do right now is scream into a pillow and curl into a ball.

You took a deep breath and gathered your thoughts, shakily checking your phone again. Slowly, your gaze returned back to him, scrutinizing the way the ends of his lips curl upwards.

"Ty, u too <3" You text him back.

"With every passing moment, I surprise myself. I'm scared of flies, I'm scared of guys- Someone, please, help! 'Cause I think I've fallen in love this time."

All of a sudden, it's hard to maintain eye contact like the both of you used to. Every time you both chat, that moment when the both of you coincidentally lock eye contact releases swarms of butterflies.

All of a sudden, it's routine to walk home together. When one of you has the misfortune of needing to stay back after class, the other has no qualms or complaints about waiting. If one of you forgets something like homework, the other remembers. It's like you both complete each other, two peas in a pod.

All of a sudden, he's the one carrying your things for you, insisting it's all lightweight and not a problem after hearing you complain about your back aching.

All of a sudden, you both of whispering answers to each other whenever the teacher calls one of you out.

All of a sudden, you love learning Japanese. You love how he's somewhat patient with you - or at least he tries his best to. He'll sigh when he has to repeat himself, but that beaming grin plastered on your face when you learn something new is one of the best rewards for him - better than the money you continue to pay him for the tutoring despite how he refuses to take it.

'Expect the unexpected,' but there's no way you could have predicted this. Everything happened so fast, but you didn't want things to slow down either.

"I've lost all control of my heartbeat now, Got caught in a romance with him somehow. I still feel a shock through every bone When I hear an "I love you", 'Cause now I've got someone to lose."

He couldn't tell whether it was a blessing or curse to sit next to you. Everything you did has this selcouth effect on him, his mind riddled with that unusually flawless image of you, turning winter into spring in a matter of seconds. Now that he thinks about it, did you ever have any flaws?

From flowers to breathtaking sunsets, his heart had been plagued with this confusing, unfamiliar feeling because everything reminded him of you. It was too intense to forget about with time, too new to be hatred, and too extraordinary to let go of.

You're just like the best goal he ever scored, the best gift he's ever received, the best movie he's ever seen. You're so refreshing, new, but at the very same time comforting like his mom's cooking or a nostalgic video game. You're his biggest weakness and the best thing that ever happened to him all at once.

He's heard of love. How 2-dimensional and sappy it is, how people crave and want it so desperately. He never did understand it. However, now, faced with no choice but to confront his feelings, he's left dumbfounded by just how puzzling and deep they are.

...It's alright if he thinks with his heart, just this one time, right?

"The first one to ever like me back. I'm seconds away from a heart attack. How the hell did I fall in love this time? And honestly, I can't believe I get to call you mine. I blinked and suddenly, I had a Valentine."

February 13, 11:39 p.m. Rin walks into the convenience store, hands tucked comfortably into his pockets as he walks in, a small bag hanging from his shoulder. He sighs when he spots you running up to him, waving at him.

"Why'd you call me so late to come here? You made it sound like you were going to die or something."

"I just... felt like seeing you." You innocently chirp, grabbing some chips that both you and Rin would share later on, good thing you knew his favorite flavor beforehand. "Is that a bad reason?"

Rin narrows his eyes before another sigh escapes him - which you assume means 'yes'. "Why'd you come?" You ask back. Knowing Rin, he should have expected a silly reason like that coming from you.

"I wanted to make sure you were safe. Going out this late is dangerously close to a stupid idea." You chuckle at how logical his answer is, "So, you're saying that you don't mind doing something stupid so I could be safe?"

You feel a sudden glare on you and you giggle. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you." Done choosing your snacks, you go to pay at the counter.

11:47. You exit the store with Rin following behind, holding the plastic bag filled with the snacks you hand-picked. Sitting down on a bench in a nearby park, both you and Rin open up the snacks and chat to pass the time.

"11:58," you whisper under your breath after checking the time on your phone, "almost time."

"Rin," Rin glances at you, tilting his head to meet your eyes when you call out his name, your tone mellow. "How many Valentine's Day gifts did you receive last year?"

He leans back on the chair, the mention of Valentine's Day causing him to glance elsewhere. "Didn't count, I rejected all of them." His hand reaches into his bag, fingers grabbing onto the box of chocolates he had impulsively bought for you, but he doesn't dare take them out.

"Do you have a Valentine this year?" You take a deep breath before asking. He shakes his head, much to your relief. "You?" Rin questions and you shake your head.

"I don't really know how to ask this," you chuckle, an attempt to lighten up the mood as you shift closer to him. "But..."

"Will you be my Valentine?" You ask, staring up at the moon, miraculously able to blurt out the words without stuttering. The silence after that kills you as you hope for a favorable response, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Rin carefully places the box of chocolates on your lap, hand lingering on your thigh for a moment. The box of chocolates was red and rectangular, you could smell a slight scent of vanilla, all tied together with a ribbon. Attached to it was a small card that wrote, "あいしてる." in messy handwriting - he was never good at calligraphy.

"Aishiteru," you read aloud, "You never did tell me what it meant." Rin felt something stuck in his throat, only replying to you with a soft 'mm'. You ignore his refusal to tell you, but you could kind of guess the meaning now that he used it.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh in content.

February 14, 12:00. "The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?" You whisper to him, sliding your hand into his pocket as this warmth bursts from your chest. You feel his hand pull yours deeper into his pocket, intertwining fingers. "Yeah, yeah it is."

[sphireath-wisp]

You loved the snow.

The way your boots satisfyingly crunch down on the layer of snow with every step, cushioning your every step as if you were walking on clouds. The crisp air that chills your body and enters your lungs - so cold that you could almost feel the air traveling down your windpipe. The detailed snowflakes that you wish you could cradle in your hands without them melting into water.

In your brain as a child, the serene idea of playing in the snow was inviting enough for you to sneak out right on New Year's Eve. If that wasn't more than enough reason for you then, the lights strung up on the Christmas tree and nearby houses at the central plaza had you convinced.

Though, as much as you loved the white capping the ground, the cold was unbearable after being out for so long. In a rush, you had forgotten to put on an extra layer.

The warm, yellow light that escaped the window of a nearby house drew you closer. Your frostbitten lips part in a daze, observing the cozy interior of a house. A comfortable maroon-colored couch that you would love to sleep on, a fireplace that probably made those familiar crackling sounds you faintly remember, and a small boy lying on his stomach on top of a circular rug.

He kicked his feet back and forth on the rug, hands fidgeting with his toy cars. His mouth opened, but you couldn't hear what he was saying - he was probably mimicking sound effects to entertain himself and add a little more effect to the silly race between his inanimate cars. He had dark green hair that complimented his teal eyes - teal eyes that were staring right at you as of now.

At that moment, you flinched, only just realizing that he had noticed your presence. The boy stood up on his own two feet and approached the window cautiously, tilting his head to the side with a puzzled expression.

You imitate him for a moment before pressing your chubby face against the window, breath misting and blurring your view of the kid inside.

You push your palm against the window and he does the same, star-struck eyes and curious glances as the winter snow outside decorates your hair.

If he had known any better, he would have called for his parents to shoo away the strange kid outside of their home. Though, could you really blame him? At this young age, all he thought to do was stare and observe.

It was too late for any kid to be outside right now and he doesn't recognize you from the neighbourhood. The more he stared, the more he struggled to fathom who... or what you were. With the myths planted into his head by his older brother's cheeky friends to 'scare' or amuse him - the myths his brother always disproved and rolled his eyes at, his mind could only assume you were something ethereal.

"Are you a snow angel?" You stared for a moment to process the words he mouthed out - the seconds the little boy assumed you used to contemplate whether to tell him who you truly were or not.

You giggle, lying through your little teeth just because you began to take a liking to the idea. You nod, watching the shimmer in his eyes brighten, in awe of you.

Though his voice was a little muffled, you could sort of understand what he was saying.

"What's your name?" You began.

"Rin. Do snow angels have names?"

"Mmhm, I'm (Name). (Name) the snow angel."

Rin noticed you shivering in the cold, eyebrows furrowing and creating a crease near the bridge of his nose. "Isn't it cold out there, (Name)? Do you wanna come inside?"

You shook your head - your parents were already going to kill you for sneaking out at this time, and entering a stranger's house would add fuel to the fire. "I'm not allowed to let other humans see me... I didn't expect you to notice me." You blurt out an excuse to satisfy his vivid imagination.

"Don't worry, I can keep a secret," Rin responds enthusiastically, dead-set on helping you. "I can call Nii-chan, he'll know what to do!"

"It's okay, I promise." You couldn't tell if you were blushing because of the cold or him. Giving him a reassuring smile, you draw a heart on the window after your breath fogs it up. He purses his lips, not fully convinced.

He hastily grabs his jacket and gloves whilst ignoring your banging on the window, desperately repeating that you'll be okay. You were helpless as he grabbed a spare jacket for you. Some part of you must have really craved the warmth you needed from that extra layer or maybe you just wanted to stay because of Rin.

Just at that moment, you notice an older boy enter - matching sweaters with Rin. You immediately scurried away, leaving behind only the footprints of your boots that you prayed the snow would cover up.

"Rin, what are you doing?" Sae - Rin's older brother - questions him and crosses his arms at the sight of the toy cars he left on the carpet. "And didn't I tell you to clean up after yourself?"

"Nii-chan! I saw a snow angel!" Rin announces while grabbing Sae by the wrist to pull him to the window, not noticing the slight stumble in Sae's step when he was suddenly tugged (otherwise, Rin would have immediately apologized). "They were super nice and pretty, and...

they're gone..." Rin's smile drops and he hears a sigh from Sae.

"Have my friends been drilling weird ideas into your head again?"

#Taglist: @dewwberry

[sphireath-wisp]

#So Cliché!

Sypnosis: Them as classic and overused Korean Drama cliches/cliche scenes <33

Warnings: Not proofread, this is my first time writing for Obey me characters so might be OOC(?) - I didn't choose to write for specific characters in mind because it's my first time

Featuring: Multitude of characters (Obey me, Blue lock, One Piece) x GN! reader

The silence both of you strangely found comfort in was interrupted when color burst brightly, contrasting the skies' midnight hues of black and deep blue. Using the night sky as its canvas, you find yourself entranced by the symphony of sparks and light before you, craning your neck upwards to follow the firework's path as it skyrockets into the air.

Releasing the bated breath you held in eager anticipation, your lips parted and praise gets stuck like a lump in your throat. Other fireworks pierced through the sky and followed suit, the night became a stage for the choreographed waltz of colors in the sky.

A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, leaving a toothy grin on your face. You're left enchanted, in awe, and before you know it, a compliment slipped past your lips.

"It really is pretty."

You can barely hear the sound of their voice in the ocean of crackling crescendos, but from that soft hum, it was safe to assume that you've reached a consensus with them - a rare moment when most of your conversations consist of exchanging retorts and the occasional play-fighting.

If you were any more situationally aware, maybe you would've noticed the slight shift in their stance - touching shoulders with you, how their hand grazed yours - fingers wanting to latch onto your skin and stick to it like glue.

Their eyes glanced up at the sky, a mix of emotions swirling in them. The fireworks were impressive, enough to captivate them, but they found themselves more drawn to something else much more stunning. Their gaze was sown to you - etching the curve of your nose, the reflection in your eye, the planes of your face into their memory.

"Yes. Really pretty."

Their words - or perhaps it was the sound of their voice - soothed you. Was it strange to be happy, to feel lucky that you could share such a breathtaking yet fleeting sight with them?

Warmth enveloped your hand and their fingers intertwined with yours. You couldn't take your eyes off of the fireworks, they couldn't take their eyes off of you.

SATAN, Belphegor, Solomon Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Hyoma Chigiri, Seishiro Nagi Roronoa Zoro, Shanks, Sabo, Portgas. D. Ace, Nico Robin Any of your faves!!

Chills slithered down your spine when a particularly strong gust of wind brushed past you. You feel goosebumps forming on your arm, which you rub back and forth for any friction to generate heat. Your body becomes rigid in the cold, muscles stiffening and tensing with every step you make.

You should have foreseen this - wearing something so revealing in this weather wasn't your brightest idea. Maybe you should end this date here, maybe you should call a taxi to get you home so you won't risk freezing to death and-

"Are you okay?" Your date's voice interrupts your train of thought and you feel your cheeks flush at the idea of them looking out for you - a warmth you desperately craved. Ignoring the butterflies tickling your stomach, you nod your head and force a smile on your face.

"All good." You reassure them just in case since the look they were giving you showed that they weren't convinced in the slightest. "It's just a little cold tonight." An understatement you try to convince him and yourself to be the truth.

Their eyebrows furrowed, adjusting the pace of their steps to match a speed you are comfortable at. "If you say so," is all they muttered in response as they plastered a slight smile on their face - a smile that only encouraged you to bear with the cold and see this date until the end.

You clasped your hands together at the sensation of your fingers going numb. It felt like your body had dropped several degrees.

With a hesitant glance and finally, a sigh, your date takes off his own jacket before draping it on your shoulders. They had a firm grip on your shoulders and - despite being separated by the fabric of his jacket - you could feel the warmth emanating from the palm of his hands.

You glance back at them with widened eyes.

"Next time, don't be afraid to ask for help. I'm here for you."

They said with a chuckle, a voice smooth like honey. Noticing your cheeks - now tinted a rosy color, they only grew more fond of that shy expression on your face.

"Thank you." You were able to murmur out, crossing your arms over your chest and holding the jacket in place over your body. You feel the numbness slowly subside and your senses return.

"You're welcome," They gently hold your hand in theirs, fingers caressing your knuckles before pulling your hand up to their lips. Giving you a momentary glance to make sure you're comfortable, they lock eye contact with you, waiting for your nod of approval before placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand.

Lucifer, Barbatos, Simeon, Beelzebub Oliver Aiku, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Rensuke Kunigami(?), Sae Itoshi Sanji Vinsmoke, Dracule Mihawk, Shanks, Sabo Any of your faves!!

"Where the hell is it?" You curse under your breath, scrambling around your hotel room for the umpteenth time. When multiple thorough searches through your apartment leave you disappointed and empty-handed, the reality of losing your favorite shoes begins to kick in.

You repeatedly attempt to retrace your steps and hope the migraine kicking in goes away as soon as it came - where did you last see those damn shoes?

"Yo,"

The sudden voice causes you to jump; the jittery state you were in signaled multiple blaring alarms in their head.

"What's up with you?"

"I lost my favorite pair of shoes. The last time I saw them was at the beach, in the afternoon. I wore my sandals back, so I probably left them at the beach."

Cue your dramatically loud sigh and frown - an expression they disliked seeing on you.

"...It's just shoes, you can always buy another pair!" It was a poor attempt at comfort, but you could see the effort. "It'll turn up eventually. We can search for it first thing tomorrow morning, yeah?"

You nod at the offer, shoulders dropping and muscles relaxing. Despite the tension slowly leaving your body, you noticed that they didn't relax one bit. No, quite the opposite, they seemed... determined?

"I'll go get some sleep, I spent the whole afternoon rummaging through this room, so I'm exhausted." You shrug it off, you didn't have the energy to question them. "You?"

They stay silent, lips sealed shut and pressed together in a firm line "...I'll go wander around for a little."

"Oh my gosh, where'd you find them?" Your eyes sparkle at the sight of your shoes still in one piece - ignoring how sandy they were.

They sniffle slightly, their nose stuffy - perhaps it was a morning thing? "It was outside of my hotel room, you forgot it there." Lying through their teeth, they offer you a wide grin and stuff their hands into their pockets.

They watch you face-palm yourself, chuckling softly at the sight. "Thanks a lot. I'm so happy to have these back." You're too relieved to notice the way their gaze softens at you.

It's a good thing they spent most of last night searching for your shoes. Their heart dropped in their chest when they saw you stressed. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all... they have another excuse to hang around you a little longer since you'll be nursing them back to health... right?

MAMMON, LEVIATHAN, Diavolo, Beelzebub, Belphegor (spoiled brat) Rin Itoshi, Meguru Bachira Roronoa Zoro, Sanji Vinsmoke, Trafalgar D. Water Law Any of your faves!!

[sphireath-wisp]

#My Kind of Lover

Sypnosis: I have no idea what this is about, I'm just rambling (Inspired by "My kind of woman")

Warnings: Not proofread (again), might not be in character for Kaiser because I didn't read the manga,

Featuring: Itoshi Sae, Itoshi Rin, Micheal Kaiser x GN! reader

Itoshi Sae

If there was something else other than soccer that could ever reach his heart, it would be any sort of breathtaking scenery.

The smell of salt, the hues of the setting sun, and ocean waves overlapping. He would find himself staring at the sea for longer than he actually wanted to. The stretch of white a white sandy beach with the soft occasional cries of seagulls, washing down that lump in his throat with some excessively fruity drink his assistant left on the table, maybe he didn't mind forgetting soccer for just a small moment during these times.

If anything, these calm - supposedly serene moments made him feel at ease again.

But recently, Sae has found himself more captivated by you. It didn't matter what you were doing, he could and would stare at you for hours. Waking up next to you and seeing your face the first thing in the morning, makes him feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Oh, you don't like this? He'll remember that. You seem really fond of this flower? He'll buy extra to see that smile again.

If I'm being honest, you didn't really understand why he liked looking at you so much. At first, you would be worried if you had something on your face or if he was judging you - Sae doesn't have the nicest look in the world, okay?

Nevertheless, you got used to it, giggling when you could feel his eyes gazing at you. You would often stare back and see him blink, turning away immediately, insisting that he was not staring.

In public though, his... foul mouth would get the better of him if it wasn't you who caught him staring.

Itoshi Rin

"Stepping stones" was something Itoshi Rin would often call every match he went through, every rival, and every person that had some sort of irritating or impressive skill on the field. His teammates were the closest things he could call a friend, but if he considered them a friend was an entirely separate matter.

Of course, there would always be an exception - you. Though, you weren't really safe from his sharp tongue despite how much he softened up when it came to you.

You would once in a while get called "idiot" by Rin when you happened to hurt yourself accidentally or when you tried to do something stupid. Rin didn't really mean anything bad despite the insulting name-calling and you could tell.

It was his own personal way of telling you he was worried or concerned about you, his weird and confusing method of telling you he cared. Through the blunt and overly serious exterior he has, you melt all of that away and reached somewhere in his heart that made him crave you even more.

He hated being vulnerable around others, so you understood him down to the last detail. Sometimes, he's worried you took his words to heart, so he promises himself to melt in your arms once both of you are in private. You'll have his attention, just wait.

If he visibly notices you flinch or frown at his statement, guilt will eat him up from the inside. Despite not enjoying any display of affection, he'll quickly kiss you or holds your hand under the table in hopes of cheering you up.

Micheal Kaiser

This mischievous little shit is watching your response to everything as if it's an experiment. You were so... interesting - like a mix of chemicals that he was so curious to see the reaction of.

He was like an annoyingly enjoyable bee to be around, but you had grown to love his constant buzzing around you. He'll randomly spurt and ramble about how much he loved you just to see that blush adorning your cheeks.

Teasing was always a must to him when it came to you, that shit-eating grin on his face after he happened to snatch that last slice of pizza from you or win against you in a game made you fall deeper in love again.

Pranks? Games? Surprises? He was all in for it.

And wow - this guy loves to boast about you. It doesn't matter who it is, his teammates, his rivals, online, who cares? That mouth of his couldn't be glued shut because he just loved to go on and on about you.

I JUST KNOW this guy loves to show you off in public too. When the both of you first announced your relationship, you could predict from that notorious smile of his that he would do this right at the stadium, where his charisma shines the brightest.

You're like a trophy, his most precious one. The whole world would have their eyes on the both of you, basking you in their attention, but painfully aware that such a gem like you belong to him and only him.

[sphireath-wisp]

#Three Clicks and I'm Home

Sypnosis: It's been so long after leaving for another country to play against big shots, and boy does he misses every single inch of you. Oh, how he fantasized - wishing that he was home.

Note: The quotes are from Pinterest so you can find them and a lot more there!! I did not come up with these, at most edit them a bit.

Warnings: Not proofread (again), post blue lock when they're popular world wide and stuff, OOC Nagi?

Featuring: Seishiro Nagi, Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru x reader

Seishiro Nagi

"Asleep or awake, I dream and miss you all the same,"

It wasn't as if Nagi despised that feeling lurking at the back of his brain. Some rational part of his mind brushed it off, insisting that it was nothing other than a bit of homesickness. Another piece of him, deep down in his heart, knew that this feeling would devour him from the inside out.

That lingering feeling of emptiness whenever he stepped back into the hotel room. He's clearly aware that you're not with him, but - old habits die hard - he still calls out your name, announcing his arrival home to an empty room.

Nagi hurls his bags into a corner, throwing himself onto the bed, and melting into the mattress. His palms tap across the vacant bed, still not used to sleeping alone. Maybe he should have dragged you along to that soccer match with him, maybe he should have tried a little harder to insist instead of always telling himself that everything is a hassle.

His hands wander to his chest, the palpitations of his aching heart didn't make him feel anymore alive. Clutching his shirt, Nagi pulls out his phone and texts you.

Nagi: I miss you, babe :(

(Name): Sameee, I wish I could have come along with you to your soccer match

Nagi: That project you have is such a hassle

(Name): It's graded, sweetheart. I have to do it

Nagi: Boo, L project. You could be cheering for me and seeing me play live right now if it wasn't for that :((

(Name): I'll always be cheering for you, no matter where I am, you'll win for sure <3

Nagi's vision fades in and out of blurriness, blinded by the stream of tears from the corner of his eyes. They escape as droplets, landing straight on the bed, soft sniffles escaping him. Just how long has it last been since he cried?

He misses you, so damn much. Those long hugs that let him bury his face into your neck and inhale your cologne, those soft snores that he loves to listen to which reassure him that he isn't alone, there's so much he wants to do with you.

This isn't like that burning feeling in his chest after he loses, this isn't the same as that hunger he has to win every match he encounters. No, they aren't the same at all. This is sorrow.

"I could hug you for hours."

"Where is he?" You feel your phone buzz and vibrate constantly in your hands, squeezing past the crowd of fans and paparazzi ecstatically waiting for stars of Japanese soccer to finally arrive at the airport.

"Nagi?" You pause, holding your phone and tucking it back into your pocket. You watch as he turns his attention to you, his shoulders dropping from the release of tension, his eyes softening, white locks still messy.

You hesitate briefly, scanning his tired facial expression, eyes red and nose stuffy. You brush off the thoughts in your head, deciding to pretend you don't notice anything.

"Nagi!" You run up to him, tackling him into a hug. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, his hold around you unusually tight as if it's been years since he's gotten a hug. No matter how much you squirm, you find his embrace to be inescapable in the best way possible.

Nagi finally releases you, but his hands remain at your waist, an evidently rare smile plastered onto his face, "I'm so glad to be back."

"Glad you're back too," You peck his cheek, gazing at how the tip of his ears begins to flush - just like when the both of you just started dating.

Nagi points to his lips, tapping on them a few times. You nod and share a deep, long, heated kiss with him - satisfying that desolate part of your heart, finding your other half.

"I don't want to ever go again unless you're going with me." His grip on your waist hardens.

"Alright alright, I promise to go with you if you ever go overseas to another match." You grin.

"Good. I don't want to be away from you for so long, ever again."

Yoichi Isagi

"Sometimes, I just want to go home..."

Isagi sighs to himself in his room, hands numb from constantly adorning merch with his signature until 12 am. His fingers, legs, back, shoulders - everything just feels sore to the point where he just wants to hibernate in some cold corner of his room.

Yeah, it does feel great to actually have an opportunity to play against such big-time soccer players. It was something he could never dream of doing before blue lock, it almost doesn't feel real. There are so many people rooting for him and the immense pressure had multiplied.

But, it sucks that you aren't with him.

Isagi uses the little strength he has left to limp over to the bathroom, startled by the image staring back at him in the mirror. When did he look so... dead?

His hair is sprawled, he hasn't changed out of his jersey, and his eyebags have noticeably gotten darker. "Probably all that intense training," he mutters, fingers combing through his hair in an attempt to make him look more... pulled together.

What would you say when you see him in this kind of state? "They would probably scold me to take a bath," Isagi mumbles under his breath, chuckling to himself, unable to hold back his smile whenever he thinks about you.

It would really be nice - to have his head rest on your thighs and take a nice long nap, to feel your fingers massage his scalp and soothe him to sleep, to be spoiled in kisses. He already feels his eyes threatening to flutter shut as his balance becomes wobbly.

He would love to hear your voice right now and sleep to the sound of it - but it's already so late, maybe leaving you a text to wake up to would be better?

(Name): You're finally online? Come on, call me!!

Isagi: Why are you still awake??? Didn't you say you would be busy this whole week?

(Name): It's hard to sleep alone. Plus, it doesn't matter to me if we talk the whole night away! I just really miss you.

As if you could read his mind from completely different countries, you arranged his thoughts into words. Man, you really do understand him.

"...and you feel like home to me."

The crowd was in an uproar as Isagi scores a goal, winning the match after an extremely close round. Isagi falls to his knees, the exhaustion and relief hitting him like a meteor. He gasps for air, using his forearm to wipe off the sweat on his face.

"Isagi!" You shout out his name, waving your hands to him. You were almost sure that your voice would be drowned out by the cheers in the stadium, but it would be good to give it a try, right? You got front-row seats just to surprise him for this after all.

As you repeat his name for a second or third time, you see his head jerk up - just like he would if he had heard your voice amidst all of the noise. Isagi snaps his head around, scanning every face in the crowd until he manages to spot you.

"Sweetheart!" You grin at him when he dashes towards you, eyes brightening like he had just seen stars.

"We did it! We really won," That dreary feeling of fatigue fades away in an instant the moment he saw you. His palm cups your cheek, pulling you in for a deep and long kiss suddenly.

Your eyes widen, and that hot feeling in your cheeks suggests that you're probably bright red right now. Isagi pulls away too soon, the embarrassment of having such a tender moment in public probably getting to him.

"You really are amazing, sweetheart!" You beamed, a wave of pride for your lover washing over you, "I knew you could do it."

Isagi laughs, peering over his shoulder to spot cameras flashing at the both of you. "Seems like I unintentionally made you famous overnight,"

You lightly jab him, "It's fine, I wouldn't want any rumors stirring up of you dating someone else now, right?"

Isagi jabs you back, stealing another quick kiss before running back to his teammates. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but judging by Isagi's reddened face, they were probably using this as a way to tease him.

Meguru Bachira

"You showed me what love is like."

"We haven't seen any sightings of (Name) recently, will (Name) be watching the show Mr. Bachira?" The reporter practically shoves the mic in front of him, awaiting a response.

"Nope, they're busy and won't be able to make it for the upcoming match."

"That's a shame," the reporter latches onto anything he can use for gossip, "Though, you don't seem very bothered by their absence,"

Bachira's smile drops into a frown, visibly upset with what the reporter was suggesting. "Huh? When did I say wasn't bothered? (Name) is busy and I shouldn't force them as much as I want them to see me play."

"(Name) is my biggest supporter and fan! If they can only cheer for me from afar, then I'm okay with that." Bachira excuses himself and rushes off to his other teammates, grumbling under his breath and stomping away.

He does miss you a lot, but he can't force you of course. To Bachira, if you're supporting him, if you're cheering his name, wearing his jersey, and believing in his passion and dreams, that's enough of a reason to continue playing soccer.

He does wish he could show you off to the entire stadium, and boast about how lucky of a guy he is to be yours in front of the world, but he could always do that next time.

Suddenly, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

(Name): Aww, you defended me?

Bachira: Woah, they already posted that video of the reporter interviewing me??? That's quick

(Name): Yeah, my phone blew up like crazy though 💀💀

(Name): But seriously, thank you. That meant a lot. I was worried I wasn't being a good significant other by missing your matches.

Bachira: It's fine!! You're busy, I get it. I'll win this one for you &lt;;33

"I want to be the biggest reason for you to be happy."

Genuinely, he wouldn't mind if you screamed, "That's my lover!" at the top of your lungs once he wins a game. He would feel pride in knowing that he can put a smile on your face. You make him smile so easily - naturally, he'd want to do the same.

He doesn't care who judges the both of you. It's like you and him are living in your own world, laughing and giddily grinning at each other like children.

That's why he couldn't help but gaze at you screaming out praises and congratulations to him in the crowd the second after he scored.

"Megu! Megu!" Your grip on the border separating the crowd and the field tightened, "You were amazing up there!"

Bachira immediately tackled you for a hug, almost kicking the border down in the process, "We won! I can't believe it." Bachira still felt his hands shaking, his body remaining in shock.

Your fingers intertwined with his to stop his hands from shivering, pecking the back of his hand to calm his nerves before pressing your lips against his cheek.

"I can't even begin to explain how happy I am right now," You spurt out on a whim.

His hands travel down to your waist, slowly shifting their way to your hips - but were unable to reach their destination because Isagi dragged Bachira away by the jersey before anything else could happen.

You reached your hand out to Bachira - who was zapping Isagi for dragging him away so suddenly. You relaxed, dropping your hand and pulling out your phone. Taking a picture of the two wrestling and tickling each other, you save it for memory's sake.

And perhaps blackmail!