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mikey | kazutora | oikawa | atsumu | gojo

tw: none

"I don't understand why you're calling me."

"Because I was thinking about you."

It was late. You were in bed. You didn't mean to answer. You were too tired. Habits had taken over, and you picked up.

"I don't think it's a good idea… You. Calling me."

You didn't want to fall back into old patterns.

"I just wanted to call you."

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that it's a bad idea. You need to move on."

There was a long silence. In a trembling voice, a mix of sadness and frustration, the person on the other end murmured.

"When do we stop loving?"

You sat up in bed, suddenly more alert.

"I'm going to hang up now."

"It's hard, Y/N."

You began to bite your lip. You were the one who had made the decision. The one who had freed you from what your relationship had become.

"I can't do it. I can't stop. I don't know what to do. I've tried everything and nothing works. I can't."

You weren't meant to be together. It wasn't a good idea.

"I'm sorry but I'm going to-"

He didn't share your opinion.

"I can't do it. I'm not going to be able to."

At the sound of his tears, you hung up. Perhaps out of weakness. Perhaps out of fear of understanding him.

"I can't forget about you."

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draken | rindou | iwaizumi | osamu | megumi

tw: none

"I did receive them. I received your letters," you admitted.

"Why did you not reply?"

"I…"

"You know, I would understand if your feelings are not mutual. I just wanted to tell you, you know. I thought you deserved to know. It was silly really. It was dumb. I don’t even know why I did it."

"That's not it. It's..." you hesitated, unsure of how to continue.

"Then why?"

"In your letters, it's not me you’re describing."

"What? Of course, it’s you. Who else would I send those letters to?"

"That’s not what I mean."

"Then what?"

"It cannot be me. That girl in your letters. She can’t be me. She’s not me. She's too good. She’s too sweet. She’s too beautiful. She’s too… She's too interesting to be me."

He looked relieved. You didn’t understand why.

"Y/N…"

He explained.

"It’s you. What you just described, that’s all you. It is you that I have described in those letters. You are all of that and much more."

"I’m not. You’ve got the wrong impression. And I’m sorry for misleading you. But I’m-"

"To me. Maybe not to yourself. But to me, you are. Y/N. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met."

The man took your hand in his. You looked into his eyes. There was no amusement. Only sincerity and something else. Something you didn’t recognize.

"I like you."

Something you weren’t familiar with.

"I don’t know what to say."

He glanced at his letters and smiled. He shouldn’t have kept them for so long.

"That’s alright. Just…"

He should have let you know sooner. Not just to write it. They were feelings to be expressed. Feelings only you deserved.

"Just let me love you."

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mihawk | madara | geto | nanami | shinsuke | kishibe

tw: suggestive

Concealed among your clothes, a letter lay hidden, its contents waiting to be revealed.

« My dearest friend,

Do you not long for me? Every day, I ache for your presence, longing for the moment when we can be together again. I eagerly await each passing day, hoping to hear from you, to feel the warmth of your words and the passion they ignite within me.

Your husband is but a pale shadow, unworthy of the treasure that is you. Remember the nights we shared, my love. Allow me to remind you of your true worth. Let us explore the depths of our passion, where every caress and every breath leaves us gasping for more.

Please, save me from this unbearable agony, for I am desperate for the feel of your touch. I beg of you. Come to me, and let us lose ourselves in the ecstasy of our union.

Yours passionately,

Your devoted admirer. »

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jean | reiner | kakashi | kishibe | corazon

tw: suggestive

As he stepped into your chamber, he was greeted by the sweet perfume of jasmine. The flickering of candles cast a soft, warm light upon you, illuminating your naked form as if it were a precious gem on display.

"Hello there," your voice gentle as you greeted him.

His eyes were transfixed as you moved before him. Your body. A symphony of curves. Each sinuous lines, a seductive invitation that left him breathless.

"Though you may gaze upon my body to your heart's desire, wouldn't you rather explore it with your hands?"

Your eyes held promises he couldn't resist.

"Come to me," you beckoned him forward, your finger outstretched in invitation.

As he drew closer, you took his hand in yours.

"You're beautiful," his voice a mere murmur, his eyes unable to stop their course.

A sly grin crossed your lips as you watched his eyes light up with anticipation. You pulled him towards you, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss.

Together you danced, your bodies moving in unison to a rhythm that was ancient and timeless. He breathed in the scent of you, the warmth of your skin against his.

"I've never felt this way before. Y/N. You're truly a wonder. You're..." he whispered, as he explored every inch of your body, committing it to memory.

Your lips tracing a path down his neck, you whispered back.

"I know."

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benn | mihawk | rayleigh | nanami | tengen

tw: none

"Do you dream of love?"

The elder man took place beside you. Facing the sunset.

Your eyes met his, the air between you charged with an unexpressed desire. His hand reached out to touch yours, his fingers lingering on your palm, sending shivers down your spine.

"Perhaps. Perhaps a little too often."

Your voice was soft, uncertain of how honest you could be.

The man's gaze never left you, his eyes searching for any sign of emotion, desire, or love. He took your hand in his, his touch warm and comforting, as if to ease your fears and doubts.

"And do you find joy in those dreams?"

This time, your response was less hesitant.

"Yes. But I fear they will forever remain just dreams, figment of my imagination."

The man leaned closer. He could feel his heart beating faster, his breath quickening. As if he were on the verge of something dangerous and beautiful.

"My dear, don’t let fear hold you back from the beauty of your dreams."

He whispered. His voice low and rough.

"For in the realm of dreams, love is the purest, most divine of all emotions. It is a place where we can be free to love without fear, to embrace the deepest desires of our hearts, to feel the sweetness of love without hesitation."

Your eyes flickered to his lips, your heart beating faster at the thought of what could be. You could feel the warmth of his hand on yours. The warmth of his breath on your face. And now, the intensity of his gaze on your lips.

Lost in the moment. Lost in the beauty of his words. You were lost in the possibility of love.

"But what if these dreams never come true? What if love is nothing more than a fleeting illusion? A hope?"

The man reached out his second hand, gently caressing your cheek.

"Y/N, my dear. You’re restraining your dreams. Let them guide you to the fulfillment of your heart’s deepest desires… To me."

Your eyes met again, and for a moment, there was no sound except for the beating of your hearts. You felt a wave of courage, or rather, of hope. You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. A whisper of a kiss that spoke volumes about your feelings.

The man responded with a gentle caress, his hand resting on your waist, bringing you closer to him. Your bodies pressed against each other.

Lost in each other. Lost in the beauty of love. You were lost in the dream of a future together.

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suna | kakashi | benn | mihawk | geto

tw: none

"I don’t like you that way. I appreciate your company. That’s it."

It was late. The perfect time for a confession.

"I think you’re lying."

The scene wasn’t unfamiliar. It wasn’t his first attempt. Obtaining a confession is more complicated than it seems.

"I’m not."

But tonight he was determined to get it. A confession. Not one that would get lost in the night. A confession that would see the light of day.

"You keep lying."

Perhaps by lack of argument, or perhaps by fatigue, but the liar suddenly kept quiet.

His confidence wasn't random. I think I love him, your words resonating in his head. Words that should never have reached his ears. A confession that didn’t count him in its audience.

"Love."

He started out. 

The gaze fixed on the coffee table that separated you, he didn't notice the way your eyes widened. 

He continued.

"That’s a big word. An honor for my humble person."

His gaze left the table when you breathed.

"You heard me?"

A part of him felt bad for having spied on your heart without your consent. But the jubilation was too great for the other. A happy accident, right?

"So you're lying."

"It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t for you to hear."

He left the back of his chair to stick his knees to the table.

"Am I not the main concerned?"

In return, you sank into your chair.

"You don’t love me."

"That is not true."

"You don’t love me the way I love you."

"Again..."

He placed the palm of his hand on the table. With a slow motion, he drew his lips towards yours. When he felt your trembling breath intertwine with his, he whispered.

"You’re lying."

Your confession was his. Time to return the favor. He placed a kiss on the corner of your lips, slipping words to appease your heart.

"But I guess this time I can forgive you. You couldn’t have known."

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oikawa | obito | aki | sanzu

tw: angst

"You don’t–"

His voice failed him. He cleared his throat. Tried again.

"How can you not love me?"

His hands released yours, his pupils trembling with realization.

"I love you too much for– Too much. You can’t do that to me. It’s too much for you to not love me back."

Your mouth shut, unable to give him anything. How do you explain something that did not exist?

"You don’t feel what I– You don’t feel it? What’s between us?"

How to explain something that only existed for him?

"I love you too much… It’s not fair."

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nanami | rayleigh | mihawk | osamu | suna

tw: fluff

"Is there a problem?"

"No. Is there?"

He looks at you all the time. At home, while cooking. In the distance, in crowded streets, while waiting for you. At parties, his eyes following every sway of your body. Your face only has to pass briefly in his field of vision for him to fall into the trance that is your beauty. His gaze softening, the lines on his forehead smoothing with adoration.

And even if you call him out, he won't blink.

"It's just… Why are you looking at me like that?"

You ask with an embarrassed chuckle, cheeks warm. He isn't embarrassed. What shame is there to admire such a blessing? It's normal to want to admire such a creation. It would even be stupid to waste an opportunity to scrutinize the fine details that compose the face who stole his heart.

The corner of his mouth slowly rises. That answer. The same answer as always. What's more to say? It's simple, really. Though please, ask him again and again. He'll gladly repeat it.

"Cause you're beautiful."

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shanks | gojo | kishibe

tw: suggestive

"Y/N, I have a question about- Oh- Ah- Excuse me for interrupting!"

"No worries. You're not interrupting anyone. I don't mind."

Maybe not you. But the man you confiscated the sweetness of your lips from, he did mind. He ignored your subordinate’s sudden entrance and tried to turn back your face towards his.

"Two seconds. The kid has a question."

The subordinate was no longer sure they had a question. They could not remove the image of your faces gleaming with pleasure from their head. A rather tricky task when you were still comfortably placed on the lap of a man who continued to ignore their presence.

"It's… I can come back…"

"I told you, I don't mind. I’m listening."

The subordinate no longer bothered the man. His gaze, which had not let go of your lips, had now found comfort in your chest. His hands slipped under your pants, a squeeze that startled you. Not even letting you the time to scold him, he licked the hollow between your breasts. Before he could reiterate his lack of shame, your palm on his forehead, you removed his face from your chest.

"I said: two seconds."

He grumbled slightly. An expression of his loss of patience which the surbodinate's ears did not miss.

"I should go. I apologize again."

"No, don't-"

The slamming of the door was followed by a silence. You looked at the man who found his way back to his refuge.

"You're happy?"

Face pressed against your chest, he dared another lick.

"Very."

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iwaizumi | chifuyu | kazutora

tw: fluff

"How about... Maybe Thursday?"

"Thursday is good. It's nice. I mean- I'm free on thursday."

"Ok... cool."

"Cool."

Too many precautions for such an anodyne conversation. For your friends, it was anodyne. Another date among many others. For the both of you, it was different. Your inexperience brought you together. It was in your doubt, your eyes that didn't dare cross his own, he found the courage to get cross the line. At least, that’s how he justified the flutter of his heart.

What did this date represent? His first. A rite of passage of life. He had dream about it, had fantasize about all these idyllic movie scenes. What were you going to do? He knew. He had known for a long time. He had worked out the perfect date plan.

"Cool."

What did this date represent again? His eyes lost in yours, he forgot the rom-com marathons, the intensive research. His confession. A glance at your hands pulling on your shirt, your anxiety growing in front of his silence. The declaration of his love for you, that’s what this date represented.

"Y/N..."

"Yes?"

What were you going to do again? He didn’t know anymore. He didn’t care. He was going to take you on a date. The only person who had created in him a desire to do like others. It was a date. The first of many, he hoped. Like his friends, with you, he couldn't wait for these conversations to become trivial.

He grabbed your trembling hands and with a smile that revealed too much, he said, or rather, dared.

"I can’t wait!"