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yayabee · 3 months ago

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GALING

Intrams Pt. 4 (Atsumu x Student Council Pres.!Y/N)

Presenting to you the passive aggressive tension between the Student Council President and...the piss-haired na pasaway.

More at my Tambay series (exclusive for Atsumu only).

-> pairings. Atsumu x Student Council Pres.! Y/N

-> dedicated to. [gen. tag. Nag-copy paste lang po ako sa existing list ko. Let me know if you want out of this shi] @mirakeul @gayerthanthee @nakizumie @kirakirasaku @riniroulette

-> warning. Written in TagLish

-> note. salamat doon sa isang nag-ask. nagka-inspo tulay me HAHAHA

"Kamusta na?"

Hinihingal ka na umupo katabi ng Treasurer ng student council na ABM student rin. She scooted to the left to give room for you to sit. You sat on her side while wiping off the sweat on your forehead.

"Ahead 'yung TVL. Aggressive maglaro, eh."

The screams from the court took your attention. Kitang-kita mo kaagad sa left side ng court ang TVL Volleyball Male Team na nakasuot ng green jersey. On the right naman ay ang ABM, nakasuot ng itim na jersey.

You glanced at the score, 23-21, in favor of TVL.

"Pang-ilang set na?" You asked while staring at the court this time.

"Fourth."

Makes sense. You glance at the familiar players of the ABM team. Madalas naman silang nagbubulakbol at nagloloko in and out of the court, but once you see them frowning or not cracking up a smile, you can tell that they're pissed.

You could never understand how sports can rile up other people. I mean...so what kung matalo? It's just a game. You would have understand if this were in a professional setting, but it's just for Intrams.

You heard the referee whistle dahilan para mapatingin ka sa kaniya. The crowd shushed as the referee did hand signals na nakalimutan mo na. Whatever it is, you know it's a violation.

"Huh? Anong touch net?!"

Napatayo 'yung ibang audience dahil sa sigaw ni Atsumu. You can't help but also stand to check what is going on.

Malapit ka sa floor kaya klarong-klaro kung paano sumimangot si Atsumu. His brows are furrowed, ears turning red as he took big steps towards the referee. Si Osamu, his twin, ay nasa likod niya na, hinahawakan si Atsumu sa balikat. It seems like he's trying to stop his twin from bursting out to the referee.

"Hindi 'yon touch net! Hindi ko naman nahawakan, ah?!"

"Lagot, na-bad trip na!"

"Naiinis na 'yan. Malapit na manalo ang TVL, eh."

"Kung violation nga talaga 'to, mas lalong lumaki lamang."

Hindi mo marinig ang referee, but you can see him pointing his chest. Nalaglag ang panga ni Atsumu bago iling-iling na iniwas ang tingin. He gave a sarcastic grin before Suna spoke to him. Kitang-kita mo how he mouthed the word tangina while listening to Suna.

"What's happening?" Tinanong mo nalang ang katabi mo dahil 'di mo naiintindihan ang nangyayari.

"Foul, Pres. Touch net daw pero mukhang wala naman kanina."

"Huh? He didn't touch the net!" You accidentally raised your voice out of frustration.

"Kaya nga, eh. Kaya galit si Atsumu. Tumama daw dibdib niya sa net ata."

"But he was preparing for a set. 'Di naman siya nakaharap sa net..."

"'Di, eh! Ang duga, eh!" Atsumu blurted out before giving a glare at the referee before going back to the center of the court.

"Pres!"

Napalingon ka sa kaliwa mo. At first, hindi mo alam kung saan galing 'yung boses pero nakita mo si Aran. Malapit siya sa pole kung nasaan nakatali ang net. Sa tabi niya ay ang nakabangko na team ng ABM.

You raised your brows at him. 'Di ka na nagtangka na magsalita kasi alam mo namang 'di ka niya maririnig sa ingay ng paligid. Ano?

He motioned his hands at you before nodding his head na para bang iniimbitahan ka lumapit sa kaniya.

"Pakibantay ng p'westo ko."

"Ok, Pres."

You walked towards Aran's. He's sitting on the first step of the staircase. May tuwalya na nakapatong sa balikat niya.

"Ano?"

"Dito ka muna. Ibabangko si Atsumu."

Huh?! Kumunot ang noo mo. "At bakit kailangan ko rito umupo?"

Aran clicked his tongue na para bang naiinip dahil nagtatanong ka pa. He stood from his seat, placed his hands on your shoulders to guide you to sitting on his spot. "Sus! 'Wag ka na nga magtanong. Basta diyan ka lang para kumalma 'yon."

"Aran, nandoon na ang upuan ko."

"Okay nga lang—"

"Aran, sub ka raw sabi ni Sir."

You stared at the presence that emerged on Aran's side. Dahil nakatayo silang dalawa ni Aran, Atsumu's and Aran's presence are looming over you. You're not usually intimidated by them despite their bigger frame pero medyo kinakabahan ka dahil alam mong galit 'tong si Atsumu.

It wasn't hard for Atsumu to spot you. Kaagad ka niya tinignan. Nakakunot pa rin ang noo niya, but you could see it loosen up a bit when you caught him staring. Umiwas siya ng tingin bago nagpunas ng pawis gamit ang likod ng palad niya.

"Okay. Diyan ka na sa tabi ni Pres."

Usually, Atsumu would have given out a playful remark pero tahimik lang siyang tumango bago umupo sa tabi mo. You cleared your throat when you felt his sweaty arm sticking to yours.

Naramdaman ata ni Atsumu ang pagka-ilang mo because he scooched closer to his teammate. "Sorry, Pres. Pawisan ako."

Umiling ka bago kinuha ang tuwalya (na galing kay Aran at nilagay niya sa balikat mo). You offered it to Atsumu. "Okay lang. Here. Use this."

"'Wag. Madudumihan ko tuwalya mo."

"That's not mine. That's Aran's."

"Ah..." he only replied before taking it from you. He wiped off the excess sweat on his face before heaving a heavy sigh. Kitang-kita mo pa rin ang inis niya dahil sa pito ng referee sa kaniya. You can tell by how he's glaring at the court.

"Foul daw?" Kahit na obvious na obvious na, eh.

Atsumu only gave a curt nod. "Bulag ata 'yung referee, eh. Tanginang 'yan."

"Baka binayaran ng TVL." You joked which made Atsumu look at you.

His eyes are wide at halatang natawa siya sa sinabi mo. He looked around before slightly pinching your waist. Kung 'di lang talaga nakaupo at wala kang masasagi na katabi, baka gumalaw-galaw ka na sa kiliti.

"Atsumu!" you glared at him para ilayo niya ang kamay niya sa bewang mo. Atsumu bit his lip to stop a smile.

"'Pag ikaw marinig ng TVL, nako! Baka abangan ka sa gate, sige ka! 'Di talaga kita tutulungan, bahala ka d'yan." he taunted in a joking manner.

Umirap ka. "Subukan lang nila. I'm the Student Council President." You said in pride before smirking at him. Atsumu shook his head before trying to pinch you again by the waist.

"Ano ba!" you screamed at him which made him laugh.

"YES!"

Napalingon kayong dalawa sa court. Naghihiyawan ang ABM audience habang nag-aapiran ang mga volleyball players. You immediately checked the score and to your surprise and joy, 24-22!

You stood up at kagaya mo ay tumayo rin si Atsumu. "Sir! Sir, ipasok niyo 'ko! Pasok na 'ko ulit!"

"Sir, si Atsumu raw!" sigaw ni Suna bago tinuro ang direksyon niya.

"Pasok, Miya. 'Wag pa-initin ulo, ah!"

"Oo!" Atsumu replied back before looking at you. Nilapag niya ang tuwalya sa balikat mo. "Pakibantay, ah? Gamitin ko mamaya. 'Wag mo ibalik kay Aran. Tapos pagkatapos ng laro, picture tayo sa stage. 'Wag—"

"Atsumu." You had to stop him dahil tuloy-tuloy na ang pagsasalita niya. "Pumunta ka na sa court. Bilis!"

"Oo, na!"

"Atsumu!" You screamed when he suddenly hugged you. His hug was so tight, you can your body getting squished by his frame. Buti nalang ay nasapak mo ang likod niya. "Pawisan ka!"

"Sorry!" he ran towards the court while chuckling. Lumingin siya sa 'yo at patalikod na naglakad papunta sa p'westo niya.

Atsumu gave a wink before giving you a nod. He turned to Suna this time for pep talk.

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yayabee · 5 months ago

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huh isn't he in his 20s

If you find me (Daisuke) hot or hc me as a "suGaR baBy" or ANYTHING sexual, just know you are sexualizing a FUCKING MINOR.

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yayabee · 5 months ago

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I'm gen scared of jimmy fanssssss..... like i js came across a fic where jimmy 🍇s a random girl to death (intentionally) while doing it like HUH? 😓

#jimbitch #co pilot jimmy #ew jimmy #jimmy mouthwashing #jimbojimmy123 #jimbalaya mouthwashing #jimbo mouthwashing #jimbortion #jimmy #jimhoe

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yayabee · 5 months ago

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ligaya

LAST ONE. pt.3 pt.2 pt.1

filipino!daisuke juarez x fem reader

note: luh ang ganda naman ninyo. nagbugbugan pa talaga dahil sayo LUHHHH... guys bet ko magiging pinoy love story movie trope to heh

the chaos began when your teacher announced the group project during class.

“for this project, you’ll work in groups of three,” she said, scanning the room. “let’s make this interesting. i’ll assign the groups.”

you felt your stomach sink. group projects were always a gamble, and the last thing you needed was unnecessary drama.

“y/n, you’ll be with daisuke and…” she paused, her eyes darting to the new transfer student. “you.”

your heart dropped. you glanced at daisuke, who was already glaring at the transfer student. the transfer student, on the other hand, smirked like he had just won a prize.

alam na kung anong mangyayare.

the first meeting was tense, to put it lightly. you had gathered in the library after school, textbooks and notes spread out in front of you. the goal was to brainstorm ideas and divide the workload evenly.

but the boys seemed more focused on one-upping each other than getting any actual work done.

“that’s a stupid idea,” daisuke said, shooting down the transfer student’s suggestion before he even finished explaining it.

“oh, and you’ve got something better?” the transfer student shot back, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“oo meron. baket?” daisuke retorted, smirking as if he’d already won.

you groaned, rubbing your temples. “mag focus nga kayo?"

we’re not getting anywhere with you two arguing like this.”

“he started it,” daisuke muttered, slouching in his seat with his arms crossed.

“oh, real mature,” the transfer student said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

you shot both of them a warning glare. “manahimik nga kayo, ayokong bumagsak dahil sa kalokohan nyo.”

the boys exchanged a look but stayed quiet—at least for the rest of the meeting.

the second meeting was somehow worse than the first. daisuke had brought snacks, which would have been a nice gesture if he hadn’t used it as an opportunity to show off.

“oh, ito y/n,” he said, handing you your favorite drink with a grin that could only be described as smug.

“thanks,” you said, taking it with a small smile, though you couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious of his motives.

“ah, and i brought these too,” the transfer student said, pulling out a box of pastries and placing them in front of you like he was presenting a grand prize.

"contest ba to?” you said dryly, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two of them.

“it’s not a contest,” daisuke said quickly, though the defensive tone in his voice said otherwise.

“oo, kasi alam mo na kung sino yung nananalo,” the transfer student said, smirking as he leaned closer to the table.

that was the last straw.

“okay, enough!” you said, slamming your hands on the table. the boys froze, their eyes wide with surprise.

“i’m not some prize to be fought over,” you said, your voice shaking with frustration.

“group project to, kung ayaw nyong tumulong at nag babardagulan lang kayo, edi ako nalang gagawa.”

before either of them could respond, you grabbed your bag and stormed out of the library, leaving them behind in stunned silence.

you spent the rest of the evening pacing your room, replaying the scene in your head. why did they have to make everything so difficult? couldn’t they see how exhausting it was to be caught in the middle of their petty rivalry?

meanwhile, back in the library, daisuke and the transfer student sat in awkward silence. neither of them knew what to say, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.

“you know,” the transfer student said after a while, breaking the silence,

“she’s right. we’ve been acting like idiots.”

“yeah,” daisuke admitted, scratching the back of his neck as he avoided the other boy’s gaze.

“we have.”

“i like her, you know,” the transfer student said, his tone quieter now, almost hesitant.

“yeah, well, so do i,” daisuke said, his voice firmer, more resolute.

the transfer student sighed, leaning back in his chair. “maybe we should focus on being better teammates first.”

daisuke nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “for her.”

the next day, you were surprised to find both boys waiting for you outside your classroom. daisuke was holding a single flower, while the transfer student stood beside him, looking sheepish.

“sorry na y/n,” daisuke said, stepping forward.

“we’ve been… out of line,” the transfer student added, his voice sincere.

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “oh tapos?”

“di na kami magaaway promise.” daisuke said, shooting a pointed look at the transfer student.

“and focus on the project,” the transfer student said quickly, nodding in agreement.

you sighed, though you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “...hm. ginawa nyo na ba yung report na pinapagawa ko?”

from that day on, the group meetings were surprisingly productive. the boys still bickered occasionally, but it was more playful than hostile. and though you hated to admit it, their antics did make things a little more interesting.

daisuke, true to his nature, was still as flirty as ever.

but there was a new sincerity in the way he treated you, a quiet determination to show you how much he cared. the transfer student, for his part, had toned down his smugness and seemed genuinely invested in the project.

as the deadline approached, you found yourself actually enjoying their company, even if they drove you crazy sometimes. daisuke was still daisuke—charming, competitive, and always trying to make you laugh—but there was a newfound maturity in the way he looked at you.

and while you weren’t quite ready to admit your feelings, you couldn’t deny that he had a way of making your heart skip a beat.

that moment had been replaying in your head for weeks. daisuke’s confession last time—earnest, confident, and completely unexpected (unexpected??). you could still see the way he stood there, his cheeks pink but his words steady as he admitted he liked you. you could still hear the way your heart had thudded painfully against your ribs, the way the world around you had gone completely silent except for his voice.

and what did you do? you froze. completely blanked. managed to mumble something about needing time to think before practically sprinting away, too overwhelmed to process what had just happened.

ever since then, daisuke had been nothing but patient. he didn’t bring it up again, didn’t push you for an answer. but he didn’t pull away either. you noticed how he lingered just a little longer when the two of you talked, how he walked closer to you when you went home together, how his smiles softened whenever you met his eyes. it wasn’t awkward, surprisingly—it was just… there. the unspoken thing between you.

and yet, every time you tried to bring it up, your courage crumbled. the words got stuck in your throat, tangled up with nerves and embarrassment.

until one day, you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

it was after school, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set. the two of you were walking home together as usual. daisuke had his basketball bag slung casually over one shoulder, and he was rambling about his upcoming game schedule. you were only half-listening, too focused on the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

“daisuke,” you said abruptly, cutting him off mid-sentence.

he stopped walking, turning to look at you with a raised eyebrow. “po?”

your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. you opened your mouth, hesitated, then closed it again, your hands twisting nervously around the strap of your bag.

“may gusto sana akong sabihin,” you finally managed, your voice quieter than you intended.

his expression shifted instantly, his usual playful demeanor softening into something more serious. he set his bag down on the ground, giving you his full attention.

“okay,” he said, his tone gentle.

“i’m listening.”

you took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “about what you said before. about… liking me.”

you saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, though he stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.

“i didn’t know what to say back then,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“but… alam ko na.”

he didn’t move, his gaze steady and patient.

“i like you too, daisuke,” you said, the words going out in a

rush.

“i’ve liked you for a while, actually. i just… i didn’t know how to say it.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. then, a slow, bright smile spread across his face, so bright it felt like the sun had come out just for you.

“seryoso?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

you nodded, your cheeks burning. “yeah. i am.”

before you could say anything else, he stepped forward and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground.

“you have no idea how happy that makes me,” he said, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“okay, okay, put me down!” you protested, though you couldn’t help but laugh.

he set you down gently, his hands lingering on your shoulders as he looked at you with a grin that could only be described as elated.

“so… does this mean we’re official now?”

“i guess it does,” you said, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.

“sweet,” he said, his grin widening. “but don’t think this means i’m gonna stop trying to impress you.”

you rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. “kulit mo."

“and you love it,” he teased, poking your cheek lightly.

maybe you did.

the days that followed were nothing short of magical. daisuke didn’t hold back now that your feelings were out in the open. he made it his mission to show you just how much he cared.

he’d show up at your classroom during lunch, waving at you through the window until your friends started teasing you mercilessly. he’d carry your books even when you insisted you could manage on your own. he’d leave little notes in your locker, sometimes with cheesy pick-up lines that made you groan, sometimes with sweet messages that left you smiling for hours.

one afternoon, he even surprised you by showing up at your house with a bouquet of flowers.

“what’s this for?” you asked, holding the bouquet awkwardly as your mom peeked out from the kitchen, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“just because,” he said with a shrug, though his grin was anything but casual.

your mom practically squealed when you brought the flowers inside, already asking when he was coming over again.

introducing him to your parents was inevitable. your mom had been suspicious for weeks, dropping hints and asking pointed questions about the boy who was suddenly around all the time.

when you finally brought him over for dinner, daisuke was surprisingly nervous at first. but as soon as he stepped inside, his usual charm kicked in.

“hello, po,” he said, bowing slightly. “i’m daisuke. it’s nice to meet you.”

your mom’s face lit up instantly. “so, you’re the one who’s been keeping y/n so busy lately.”

“guilty as charged,” daisuke said with a sheepish grin, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

by the end of the night, your dad was jokingly calling him “anak,” and your mom was already planning his next visit. daisuke fit right in, laughing at your dad’s jokes and helping your mom clear the table like he’d been part of the family all along.

as he walked you to the door at the end of the night, he turned to you with a smug grin.

“told you they’d like me,” he said, leaning in just close enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you teased, though you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face.

“too late,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek.

you shoved him lightly, your cheeks burning. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet, here we are,” he said, his grin widening.

the news of your relationship with daisuke spread quickly—too quickly for your liking. daisuke’s not-so-subtle gestures at school had practically announced it to the world. but you hadn’t expected the transferee to find out the way he did.

it happened one morning when daisuke dropped by your classroom to deliver breakfast. you hadn’t even asked for it, but there he was, grinning as he handed you a neatly wrapped sandwich and a carton of chocolate milk.

“can’t have my girlfriend starving, can i?” daisuke said loudly, earning an amused chorus of “awws” and giggles from your classmates.

you buried your face in your hands, muttering, “daisuke, stop being so loud…”

the transferee had been sitting nearby, quietly observing the scene. at first, his face betrayed no reaction, but as the realization sank in, his expression hardened.

“so, you two are together now?” he asked casually, though his tone carried an edge.

you looked up, startled. “uh, yeah… we are.”

daisuke shot the transferee a smug smile. “why? surprised?”

the transferee didn’t answer, but the tension in the room was palpable. you could feel the way his gaze lingered on you, like he was trying to figure out how he hadn’t noticed sooner.

the basketball court was alive with shouts, laughter, and the rhythmic sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. it was one of those days where the students played to burn off steam, but for daisuke and the transferee, it wasn’t just about the game anymore.

you sat on the sidelines with a few classmates, watching as the boys played. daisuke, ever the show-off, darted across the court with his usual grin, while the transferee seemed to make it a point to stick close to him. it was subtle at first—light shoves, stolen passes, and the occasional taunt muttered under his breath.

“what’s his problem?” your friend beside you muttered, nudging you.

“don’t ask me,” you replied, crossing your arms. you could feel the tension brewing on the court, but you weren’t about to step in.

the game escalated when daisuke managed to score a three-pointer, earning cheers from his team. he turned to the transferee with a cocky smirk, his hand cupped to his ear.

“what’s that? couldn’t hear you over all the cheering,” daisuke teased, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

the transferee scowled, gripping the ball tightly. “you think you’re funny, huh?”

“nah,” daisuke said, shrugging. “i just think i’m better than you.”

that was all it took. the transferee shoved daisuke, hard, sending him stumbling back a few steps. the court fell silent as everyone turned to watch.

“anong problema mo?” daisuke snapped, regaining his balance.

“ikaw. ikaw problema ko,” the transferee shot back, stepping closer.

“guys, chill,” one of their teammates tried to intervene, but it was too late.

the transferee lunged at daisuke, and daisuke didn’t back down. fists flew, and the two of them grappled in the middle of the court, their teammates and classmates scrambling to pull them apart.

you watched from the sidelines, your arms still crossed. you could feel your friend glancing at you, silently urging you to do something, but you stayed put. you weren’t about to throw yourself into the chaos.

just as things were about to spiral completely out of control, a loud, booming voice cut through the commotion.

“stop this instant!”

the teacher stormed onto the court, her face red with anger. she grabbed both boys by the collars of their shirts, yanking them apart with surprising strength.

“anong akala nyo? this is a school, di to boxing ring!” she barked, glaring at them.

daisuke and the transferee both looked down, their faces flushed—not from the fight, but from embarrassment.

“guidance. both of you. now na. and if i see this again, ipapasuspend ko kayo.” she snapped before marching off, leaving the two boys standing awkwardly in the middle of the court.

later, daisuke found you by the lockers, still nursing a small bruise on his jaw.

“you’re not gonna yell at me?” he asked, leaning casually against the metal doors.

you raised an eyebrow. “why would i? it’s not like you’d listen.”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “fair point. but, y/n... you didn’t even try to stop us.”

“di ako referee,” you said with a shrug, a teasing smile

tugging at your lips.

“besides, deserve nya yun."

he grinned, despite himself. “you’re not mad?”

you rolled your eyes, stepping closer. “just don’t let it happen again, okay? fighting over me is stupid.”

his grin widened as he leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a playful tone. “so you’re saying i shouldn’t fight over you... but i can fight for you?”

you groaned, shoving his shoulder lightly. “you’re impossible.”

“and you love it,” he teased, his laugh echoing in the hallway.

despite the chaos of the day, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong.

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yayabee · 5 months ago

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ligaya

pt. 2 pt. 1

filipino!daisuke juarez x fem reader

note: 4 days of writing and thinking of what should happen lol. nakilig ako sa pag gawa neto so like I hope u guys get kilig din sooo (ay conyo pala to) also... SELOSO DAISUKE?? halaaaa

“ang tahimik mo, y/n,”

your best friend, said as she leaned against the desk beside yours during lunch break. her eyebrows were raised, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“may tinatago ka ba saken?”

you looked up from your notebook, confused. “ha? wala? why would there be?”

she smirked, tilting her head toward the door where daisuke had just walked past, carrying a basketball and grinning at his friends.

“hmm, wala lang. just wondering if it has anything to do with a certain someone who’s been glued to your side lately.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. “hays, don’t start. daisuke’s just… he’s just around a lot, that’s all.”

“just around, huh?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“because to me, it looks like he’s around you, specifically. like, a lot.”

“nakakainis sya, okay?” you said, slamming your notebook shut.

“he’s always bugging me, cracking stupid jokes, and acting like the world revolves around him. bat ko naman yun magiging crush??”

“mmm,” your friend hummed skeptically, resting her chin on her hand.

“it’s just funny how you’ve been smiling a lot more lately when he’s around. and don’t think i didn’t notice how you waited for him to walk home together yesterday.”

“i wasn’t waiting for him,” you insisted, your cheeks heating up.

“he just… he always shows up at the same time. it’s not like i’m gonna tell him to go away or something.”

“aminin mo na gusto mo sya.” your friend said with a grin, poking your arm.

“hinde ah!”

you snapped, shoving her hand away. “seryoso, tigilin mo na yan.”

she shrugged, still smirking. “whatever you say, y/n. but don’t come crying to me when you realize i’m right.”

“you’re not right,” you muttered, standing up to throw away your trash, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

over the next few weeks, daisuke continued to find his way into your daily routine. he’d sit next to you during lunch, walk with you after class, and sometimes even show up outside your house to challenge you to a game of basketball—though you always lost, to his endless amusement.

“you’re improving, y/n,” daisuke teased one afternoon, tossing the ball back to you.

“but you still kinda suck.”

“shut up," you shot back, panting as you tried to catch your breath.

“i’m just… letting you win.” he laughed, that bright, carefree laugh that always managed to get under your skin.

“yeah, sure. whatever helps you sleep at night.”

you rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. there was something about the way he looked at you, the way he treated you like you were the only person in the world when he was talking to you, that made your chest feel tight.

one night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your friend’s words came back to haunt you. you so like him.

“mm, di naman.." you whispered to yourself, but the memory of daisuke’s grin, the sound of his laugh, and the way your heart raced whenever he was close made it hard to believe your own denial.

“wait.” you muttered, burying your face in your pillow.

“maybe i do like him.” you kept your feelings to yourself, confiding only in your friend, who reacted with a smug

“sabi ko na ga eh.”

“but you’re not gonna tell him?” she asked, leaning across the table during lunch.

“no way,” you said firmly.

“it’s not like he likes me back. malandi lang yun.”

mae raised an eyebrow. “uh, no? he’s not like that with everyone. just you.”

“whatever,” you said, brushing her off, though her words stayed with you.

the next time you and daisuke hung out, everything felt different. you couldn’t meet his eyes without feeling like he could see right through you, and every little thing he said or did seemed to make your heart race.

“okay ka lang?” daisuke asked one day after school as you walked home together.

“tahimik mo.”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you said quickly, keeping your eyes fixed on the ground.

he stopped walking, grabbing your arm gently to make you look at him. “are you sure? you’re acting weird.”

“i’m not acting weird,” you said, your voice a little too high-pitched.

“you’re just imagining things.”

“huh,” he said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he let go of your arm.

“if you say so.”

you continued walking in silence, the tension between you almost unbearable. every time he looked at you, your cheeks burned, and you couldn’t stop wondering if he could tell how you felt.

later that night, as you replayed the day’s events in your mind, your friend’s voice echoed in your head again. just tell him already.

“no way,” you muttered to yourself, clutching your pillow tightly.

“i’m not ruining this.”

but deep down, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe daisuke felt the same way.

the next few weeks turned into a full-blown show of daisuke’s affection. it seemed like he had one goal in mind: to make sure everyone in school—and especially you—knew how much he liked you.

it began subtly, or at least, as subtly as daisuke could manage. he started sitting with you and mae during lunch, his tray always loaded with food he claimed he couldn’t finish.

“y/n,” he’d say, sliding a cup of coffee or a bag of chips toward you.

“sayo na to.”

“bat mo pinapakain yung tira mo saken, daisuke??” you said the first few times, pushing the snacks back toward him.

“tira? binili ko to para sayo!” he’d insist, grinning as he shoved the food back in your direction.

eventually, you gave up fighting him, though you made sure to roll your eyes every time. your friend, meanwhile, watched the entire thing with a knowing smirk, her eyes darting between you and daisuke like she was watching a rom-com unfold in real life.

“he’s so obvious,” she whispered one day as daisuke laughed at one of his own bad jokes, clearly trying to impress you.

“he’s just being annoying,” you muttered, though the heat rising to your cheeks said otherwise.

“sure, y/n. keep telling yourself that.”

the real chaos began when daisuke decided to involve the entire basketball team in his efforts.

during a practice game, you and your friend had stopped by the gym to return a book one of your classmates had borrowed.

as you were walking past the court, daisuke spotted you.

“y/n!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the gym.

you froze, already dreading whatever was about to happen.

“this one’s for you!” he yelled before taking a shot from half-court. the ball swished perfectly through the net, and the gym erupted in cheers.

the team clapped him on the back as he jogged over to you, grinning like he’d just won a championship.

“ano yun?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“just showing off for my favorite girl,” he said, leaning in slightly.

you pushed his face away with your hand. “hay nako daisuke.”

“and you’re cute when you’re mad,” he teased, winking.

your friend, standing beside you, let out a low whistle. “he’s really laying it on thick, huh?”

“don’t encourage him,” you muttered, but your heart was beating just a little faster than usual.

another time, he took things to a whole new level.

you were walking home with mae when daisuke pulled up beside you on his bike.

“oh? ano nanaman?” you asked, stopping in your tracks.

“offering you a ride home,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“and i brought you this.”

"ano yan?”

you asked, staring at the stuffed bear he crafted made to look like you.

“ikaw. creative, diba?” he said, grinning.

“now hop on.”

“you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, but you climbed onto the back of his bike anyway. your friend gave you a pointed look before waving and walking off in the opposite direction.

“hold on tight,” daisuke said, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing smile.

“just don’t crash,” you replied, gripping the back of his shirt.

as he pedaled down the street, he started humming a cheesy love song, earning a groan from you. “stop that!”

“what? i’m setting the mood,” he said, laughing.

“kainis,” you said, but you couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto your face.

as daisuke’s gestures grew more exaggerated, so did your classmates’ reactions. they cheered him on at every opportunity, shouting things like, “go, daisuke!” and “she’s totally falling for you!”

“they’re so embarrassing,” you said to your friend one day, watching as daisuke performed a dramatic bow after handing you yet another bouquet flower during lunch.

“they’re not wrong, though,” your friend said, smirking.

“shut up.” you said firmly, though the way your heart fluttered every time daisuke smiled at you suggested otherwise.

it wasn’t long before daisuke’s boldness reached its peak. "court. pagkatapos ng klase.”

he said one afternoon, casually leaning against your desk.

“why?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“you’ll see,” he said, winking before walking off.

against your better judgment, you showed up at the basketball court later that day. daisuke was already there, holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“ano to?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“just a little something to show you how much i like you,” he said, holding out the box.

inside was a necklace with a key charm on it.

“seriously?” you asked, your voice softer than you intended.

“you don’t like it?” he asked, feigning a pout.

"what's the heart necklace you're wearing?" you stared at the heart necklace he was wearing that had a keyhole in the middle."

"it's matching. kasi na sayo ang susi sa puso ko."

you blushed, completely ignoring what he said.

“i.. i guess it’s… nice." you admitted, slipping the necklace on.

“it looks perfect on you,” he said, his grin widening.

“you’re such a show-off,” you said, but your cheeks were burning.

“only for you,” he said, stepping closer. “so, am i winning you over yet?”

“don’t push your luck,” you said, but the smile on your face

told him everything he needed to know.

from then on, daisuke’s efforts became even more over-the-top. but no matter how much you rolled your eyes or scolded him, you couldn’t deny that his antics had started to grow on you. and judging by the way his grin widened every time he saw you, he knew it too.

the chaos started when a new transfer student arrived. he was tall, good-looking, mestizo, and immediately popular with your classmates. the guy had this smooth confidence that made everyone gravitate toward him, including you—at least, that’s how daisuke saw it. from day one, daisuke had his eye on him.

“who does this guy think he is?” he muttered to your friend during lunch, glaring at the new student as he laughed at something you said.

“ay, seloso ka pala?” she teased, nudging him.

“ako? seloso?” daisuke scoffed, though the way he was gripping his utensils showed otherwise.

it didn’t take long for the new guy to start getting a little too friendly with you. he’d sit next to you during lunch, walk with you between classes, and even offer to carry your books. daisuke watched all of it with growing frustration.

one afternoon, as you were packing up your things, the new guy appeared at your desk.

“hey, y/n, wanna walk home together?” he asked, flashing you a charming smile.

“ah, uhm..” you hesitated, glancing over at daisuke, who was pretending not to listen but was very clearly eavesdropping.

“kasama nya ako.” daisuke cut in, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking up to you.

“i didn’t know we had plans,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“we do now,” daisuke said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

the new guy looked between the two of you, his smile faltering slightly. “well, maybe another time then.”

“yeah, maybe,” daisuke said, his tone sharp as he grabbed your arm and led you out of the classroom.

“what’s your problem?” you asked once you were outside.

“my problem? what’s his problem?” daisuke shot back.

“walking around like he owns the place, trying to steal my girl.”

your eyes widened. “your girl?”

“you know what i mean,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“no, i don’t. care to explain?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“wag na nga,” he said quickly, avoiding your gaze.

you sighed but decided not to push him. “you’re so weird sometimes, daisuke.”

over the next few days, the rivalry between daisuke and the new guy only escalated. daisuke started showing up earlier to class just so he could sit next to you before the other guy had a chance. he started carrying your books, offering you snacks, and even walking you home every day, no matter how much you protested.

“you don’t have to do all this, you know,” you told him one

afternoon as he handed you a bag of your favorite chips.

“yes, i do,” he said firmly.

“why?”

“because he’s not gonna win,” daisuke said, his eyes serious.

“win what?” you asked, genuinely confused.

he didn’t answer, but the look on his face said it all.

things came to a head during a school event. there was a basketball game, and daisuke was playing. you were sitting in the stands with mae and the new guy, who had conveniently found a seat next to you.

“daisuke’s really good, huh?” the new guy said, leaning closer to you.

“yeah, he is,” you agreed, your eyes on daisuke as he dribbled down the court.

daisuke glanced up at the stands and immediately spotted the two of you. his jaw tightened, and his movements on the court became more aggressive. he stole the ball from an opponent, dribbled past two defenders, and scored a three-pointer, all while glaring at the new guy.

“he’s showing off,” your friend whispered, smirking.

“he always does that,” you said, though you couldn’t help but smile a little.

after the game, daisuke found you by the bleachers.

“enjoy the game?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching yours.

“yeah, you played great,” you said.

“thanks,”

he said, his lips curving into a grin. then he looked over at the new guy, who was standing a few feet away. “you heading home?”

“yeah, with—”

“she’s with me,” daisuke interrupted, grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“ha?” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“tara na,” daisuke said, ignoring your glare as he started walking away.

“he’s unbelievable,” you muttered, following him.

as the weeks went on, daisuke’s gestures became even more exaggerated. he’d bring you flowers, carry your books, and even buy you snacks from the canteen, all in front of your classmates.

“he’s so dramatic,” you said to mae one day as daisuke handed you a rose during lunch.

“he’s cute, though,” your friend said, smirking.

“he’s annoying,” you muttered, though the small smile on your face said otherwise.

one afternoon, daisuke finally confronted you.

“y/n,” he said, stopping you in the hallway after class.

“what now?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“can we talk? alone?”

you hesitated but nodded, letting him lead you to an empty classroom.

“look,”

he said, running a hand through his hair. “i need to say something.”

“okay…”

“i like you,” he said, his voice steady. “i’ve liked you for a while now, and i’m not gonna let some random guy take you away from me.”

you stared at him, your heart pounding. “daisuke…”

“you don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly. “just… think about it, okay?”

before you could respond, he walked out, leaving you standing there with your thoughts in turmoil.

as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading through your chest. he likes you too???? (malamang?? tf 💀)

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are you SURE Jimmy's the right person to be studying psychology.

okay.....inhales...... UNIVERSITY AU!!!!!! Crew members as university professors x student! Reader who has a massive, explosive, crush on them!!!!

💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

TEACHERS PET— Professor! Crew Members x Student! Reader who has a massive crush on them!

warnings: college! AU, student/teacher relationship dynamics, power dynamics, reader is 18. No NSFW in this one,jimmy being manipulative, the characters being a little inappropriate.

note: y'all want a part 2? I can make one where the reader proposes, and then one with relationship dynamics and how it would play out. angst maybe? Lemme know.

PROF. GRANT CURLY

He would be the professor of data science/and or aerospace engineering, with astrophysics.

Extremely well liked at the University, students and teachers alike look up to him due to his approachable demeanor and calm and respectable nature.

Very responsible as an authoritative figure, in his years of expertise, he's never had a single complaint ever come in from the board or from any student/guardian.

Which is why he basically fell into a dilemma when you one of his top students, started looking at him in a way that he was sure wasn't platonic.

Curly is very strict on keeping his personal and professional life apart.

He tried to convince himself, that it was just a puppy crush and it would soon go away.

But boy oh boy, nothing had prepared him for the day that you snuck into his office in the pretense of asking subject related questions.

He could practically feel your eyes being fixated on him, it didn't help how you were so devastatingly attractive either.

He doesn't wanna risk his career, and your educational prowess.

But God, He doesn't know how he's going to handle this predicament he's gotten himself into.

PROF. JIMMY ZARE

Oh boy. Oh dear.

He's a Psychology Professor fasho.

You've chosen the wrong older man to fall in love, this guy is literally the man LDR sings about.

Sure, he was probably the strictest and sternest professor on campus grounds, but he was also... The sexiest one, and he didn't even hide the fact that he didn't know how many young adults in the institution were practically drooling over him. His rough stud persona.

He never paid them any attention, sure he dropped in flirty smiles and winks every now and then to get the girls weak in their knees, but that all stopped when he laid his eyes on you.

you were this young, bright, cheery and oh so beautiful student, who happened to look at him in a way which he wasn't unfamiliar with.

He knew you were falling, hard.

Normally, he would of just ignored your desperate attempts at getting to know him, telling you off or extreme case just sleep with you to fulfill your desires of extra credits.

But no, you weren't looking at him entirely for lust, oh no no no.

He recognised that you were madly, deeply, in love.

And to him, you just seemed so tempting.

Like an angel whose wings he had to rip apart, a beautiful doll whose innocence he had to taint.

And he isn't quite sure if he's going to pass out on the opportunity.

PROF. ANYA MARINOVA

Psychology/Biology professor.

Extremely sweet, yet extremely stern, like curly, she prefers to keep her work and professional life separate.

She understands body language really well, so she was quick to catch onto your lingering eyes on her.

She acknowledges the fact that having romantic feelings for an authoritative figure is completely normal and part of a normal human psyche.

What she doesn't,is to act upon those feelings.

When she noticed you staying back during classes

She tries to play it coy, not giving you any attention.

But at one point, she begins to question even her morals.

Maybe it's not too bad? Time will tell.

PROF. SWANSEA HAROLD

Definitely the professor of Mechanical Engineering/Computer Engineering.

The typical no-nonsense straight to the point type professor.

Is extremely stern, hence is quite unpopular with the students.

It's a good day if he even acknowledged your existence, let alone engaging in a conversation.

He is quick to call out mistakes, hence if you wanna stand out you have to be a very good student who doesn't make any trouble or aren't inattentive.

He appreciates the students who actually take interest in the material rather than just mug everything up for passing.

But he isn't dumb, he's had his fair share of students crushing on him during his first years on the job.

He knows when a student starts paying too much attention to the guy teaching a boring ass physics formula.

He knows better than to indulge in their fantasies, to give them the delusional idea that something might be possible between the two of you.

But you caught his attention not just for your looks, okay maybe a little bit for your looks. but he'd also noticed how diligent you were as a student.

He's starting to question maybe it won't be too bad, it's been a while since he had some game. and you're both adults, so it should be fine right?

GUEST PROF. DAISUKE JUANEZ

Bro stormed through school and managed to bag the position as a guest lecturer at your college for a mechanical engineering course.

Since he's literally so unbelievably young, he has fangirls and fanboys left and right, and he knows it, he isn't dense.

But he promised himself he won't date any students since he thought they would only see him as a fantasy not someone to genuinely love.

But that was until you came into the picture.

He felt something the moment you locked eyes with him, he saw something in those eyes of yours, staring at him so dreamily.

He knows he's young, and he knows that you're as well, but he also knows that anything inappropriate between the two of you could result in him losing his job and risking even your future.

But he knows how to keep a secret, maybe you can as well?

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