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Eternal Promise — Asahi Azumane x Fem! Reader

Starring: Asahi Azumane x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

Word Count: 465 Words

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: 2-3 Minutes

a/n: It's almost March already?

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Asahi Azumane, at your service!

My Dearest Darling,

I never truly understood the will to live— perhaps because, for so long, I was merely existing. It may not sound poetic, but it was not meaningless either. Yet, the beauty of a fleeting moment was something beyond my grasp, something I never thought to cherish— until I met you. 

Little did I know, ours is not a tale pulled from the pages of a fairytale, nor a love written in the stars. And yet... perhaps, in some quiet way, I had always been wishing for it. As if the universe itself had conspired, turning the gears of fate ever so gently, weaving the unseen threads that bound you and me together.

Over and over, again and again, I find myself drawn to the warmth of your existence— not as a fleeting longing, but as an undeniable truth, a quiet certainty etched deep within my soul. It is not mere yearning, but a willing surrender, a silent promise to carve my path just to reach you.

Veiled in the hush of midnight, I find myself seeking the warmth of your presence. Not as a desperate longing, not as something fleeting, but as a certainty— a quiet, unwavering pull that calls my soul home. It is not just desire but devotion, not just admiration but an unshakable truth. With every breath, I carve my way toward you, drawn in like the moth that instinctively seeks the light. And yet, you are not a fire that consumes, but a glow that welcomes, that warms, that gives me reason to return, again and again.

Even vows may be spoken, yet the silent promise of you lingers within me, entwined with the very essence of my soul. I do not love you merely to feel whole, nor to seek greatness or purpose— no, my love for you exists simply because it must, because the universe itself would feel incomplete without you by my side. 

Your presence is like a dream— one so achingly beautiful, that I never wish to wake. You are the hush of midnight when the world quiets, the golden glow of dawn spilling gently over the horizon, the moment between breaths where everything feels right. 

One lifetime would never be enough to love you the way you deserve, nor two, nor three. If fate should weave our souls together once more, if I should glimpse you again across the expanse of time, I promise— I will find you, and I will love you, just as fiercely, just as endlessly as I do now. 

Up until my final breath, and far beyond it, I will choose you— choose us. In every moment, every heartbeat, every whispered prayer, again and again, our souls will find their way back to each other. Because your soul is the one that fits perfectly in mine.

©️ zyxelia, 2025. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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Whispers Of Forever — Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader

Starring: Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

Word Count: 498 Words

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: 2-3 Minutes

a/n: It's almost new year!

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My precious one, iwa-channn!!

To you, my dearest love.

For the first time in my life, I am enchanted— caught in the kind of spell I once thought existed only in dreams. Before you, everything felt distant and muted, but with you, the world feels softer and gentler, as though every corner of it has been touched by your light. You’ve filled the empty spaces within me with something so pure, so full of warmth, that I can hardly remember the cold that came before.

Whenever I think about you, it feels like a soft melody playing within me— a song only I can hear, yet it feels as though the entire universe is in tune with it. You’ve healed parts inside of me I thought would always stay broken, and in their place, you’ve brought light, love, and hope. There is a lightness in my soul now, a peace that I had long since forgotten was even possible. You make me feel whole again, like a puzzle whose missing pieces were always meant to be found, and you— my love— are the key that completed it.

Your eyes hold a gravity that draws me in, leaving me suspended, weightless, and unmoored. They hold stories, secrets, and worlds within them, and I feel privileged to be the one who gets to see them. The world fades away when I am with you. I lose myself in the depths of your gaze; I could spend an eternity simply losing myself in you.

It’s also the way I am fascinated by your voice. Every word you speak lingers in my heart like a melody I wish to never stop hearing. Each time you speak, I find myself drawn closer, wanting to hear more of your thoughts, your dreams, your fears— every piece of you that makes you the person I love more than anything else in this world.

It’s you.

Always you.

In the whispers of yesterday, the embrace of today, and the endless horizon of tomorrow, it will always be you. No matter where life takes us, or what challenges we face, you are the constant thread that ties me to this life.

You are my light in the darkness, my constant in the chaos, and the love I will cherish for as long as my heart is still beating. You are my beginning and my end, the keeper of my heart and soul, the one I will choose forever.

Upon meeting you, I have found my home, my peace, and the endless beauty of what it means to be truly alive. My love, in your arms, I have discovered what it means to truly live— to live not just with my heart, but with every part of me.

I have to admit, writing this letter is easier than speaking it directly to you. Thank you for being everything I never knew I needed, for being my dream made real, and for loving me in ways I could never have imagined.

You are, and always will be, my everything.

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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An Angel from Heaven — Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem! Reader

Starring: Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

Word Count: 343 Words

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: 1 Minutes

a/n: I'm deeply sorry for the wait. My new internship is no joke...

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Such a bigboy, Wakatoshi-kun!!!

The word 'angel'— have you ever thought about how beautiful it truly is? As many believe, an angel is a celestial being, a guardian sent from above, serving divine purposes in countless ways. And yet, here you are, my angel, serving as the light of my life, being the keeper of my heart.

But let’s not get too carried away with all those definitions, shall we? I mean, if you’re that curious, there’s plenty to discover on your own. What matters is you— the divine angel who graced my world simply with your presence.

Our first meeting... I can only describe it as extraordinary. It feels like a twist of fate, as if the red thread of destiny tied us together long before we even knew it. We rarely crossed paths, having no special connection to have a small talk, and yet, here we are. How lucky I am to have experienced such a connection, one that feels almost too magical to be real.

Do you know how much I treasure every little name I whisper to call you, angel? I wish that you do— I wish for you to understand every little fragment of my feelings that pour along as my lips call out to you. Each one is a little bit of a piece of my heart, which is delicately wrapped in words, carrying the depth of my affection towards you. They are my quiet confessions, my unspoken melodies, my love painted softly into sound only for you to hear.

Yet, above them all, there is one phrase that holds the universe of my feelings:

I love you.

Whenever doubts cloud your mind or fear creeps into your heart, remember that you can always come to me. Leave all your worries behind, and rest in the safety of my arms. I swear to be the shadow that dances with your light, steadfast through every dawn and dusk, never fading, never straying. And I vow to be yours, not just for a lifetime, but for every moment eternity dares to offer.

Yours truly,

Wakatoshi Ushijima.

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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My Star — Koushi Sugawara x Fem! Reader

Starring: Koushi Sugawara x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

Word Count: 276 Words

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: 1 Minutes

a/n: I love him so much.

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My baby, Koushi Sugawara is here!!!

To You, The Star Of My Heart.

In the serene hush of night, my thoughts wander like gentle clouds across the sky. The stars gleam like scattered jewels, each a whisper of the cosmos, while the moon, cloaked in soft shadows, peeks through the delicate veil of clouds. In this tranquil moment, I find myself enveloped in a melody that sings of you, and with every heartbeat, your presence dances in my mind.

Every second spent with you is a magical interlude, a dream that transcends the boundaries of time. This feeling, unlike any I've ever experienced, wraps around my heart like a silken embrace, illuminating the deepest corners of my soul.

Your presence is a divine gift, showing me the essence of pure love—a warmth that seeps into every part of my being. In your gaze, I discover my sanctuary; by your side, I am cradled in a serenity that calms my restless spirit. With the tenderness of your heart and the unwavering strength of your spirit, I feel like a wanderer finally finding rest after a long flight through endless skies.

To love you is to surrender to a gentle river, flowing effortlessly toward a horizon painted with possibility. You have enchanted me, and my heart knows only your call.

I find myself falling for you time and time again. You are my rhythm, my breath, and my guiding star; each moment deepens my love, never allowing weariness to touch this beautiful journey. This love is more than mere words;

It is the life I long to share with you.

Through every joy and sorrow, in every rise and fall—always, forever by your side.

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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About Her — Keiji Akaashi x Fem! Reader

Starring: Keiji Akaashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

Word Count: 392 Words

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes

a/n: A little self-centered, maybe? I feel somewhat overjoyed writing this one. Maybe because I love him so much? I mean, who wouldn't fall for such a soft-spoken gentleman like him?

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Here's the source of my beautiful one, Keiji Akaashi

For so long, this heart has woven the threads of love. And for just as long, it has walked through every strand, feeling its warmth. This feeling of warmth and comfort, like second nature, has naturally yet gently crept into every corner of my thoughts, engraving every inch of it with care.

Behind every word spoken, there is a depth of feeling. Just in the warmth of her presence, all the weight of a long day melts away, as if swept by the softest breeze, leaving no trace but serenity.

In her gaze, I find peace. In her touch, I find solace.

Words of love, or sweet whispers, can never fully capture her essence. Even though words may fail, surely the heart never lies. Through joy and sorrow, every fall and rise, she's always there—when I need a shoulder to lean on.

She's my most cherished place. A place of comfort to rest, a haven of calm where my heart can fall in love all over again.

She's the foundation of my happiness, where I can speak freely, be heard, and be understood without judgment—a place that brings tranquility, where my heart beats with quiet contentment.

With her, my world feels more vivant, no longer as empty and bleak as it once was. Just being with her, hearing her voice, or even being with her company makes everything seem brighter as if all will be well.

My heart has fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with her. I can hardly bear to let go. Would I be selfish if I wished for her to be mine all alone? To wish for her to have no one else by their side or sharing in their presence?

Life feels far too brief for me to love you fully. If someday we are granted another life, another meeting, another chance, or even another fate, would you allow me to fall in love with you once again?

How possessive these feelings are.

But dear, let me assure you. You are my muse; you are my light, my reason to live this far.

My love for you is just like the stars—infinitely for all eternity—and will always emit the light even in the longest, darkest, or even loneliest night. The feelings will forever grow, just as the ocean waves kissing the shore, boundless and infinite for all time.

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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Love Letter — Various x Fem! Reader

Starring: Various x Fem! Reader

Summary: After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

Word Count: -

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: -

a/n: yeah, i'm not dead yet!

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About Her Keiji Akaashi x Fem! Reader

My Star Koushi Sugawara x Fem! Reader

An Angel from Heaven Wakatoshi Ushijima x Fem! Reader

Whispers Of Forever Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader

Eternal Promise Asahi Azumane x Fem! Reader

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist.

Hello! This is my work collection with Jujutsu Kaisen so far. I'll plan to write for more characters in the future, though!

Note: 𔘓 Indicates angst

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Drabbles Collections

ㅤ✦ ─ 𝙸 Soon Soon

One-Shot Collections

📃꯭∣ ׁ < 2k Words

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸 Rain Junpei Yoshino x Fem! Reader

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸𝙸 Shooting Stars Junpei Yoshino x Fem! Reader

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸𝙸𝙸 Curse Junpei Yoshino x Fem! Reader 𔘓

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸𝚅 Untitled Junpei Yoshino x Fem! Reader

📃꯭∣ ׁ > 2k Words

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸 Soon Soon

Series Collections

ㅤ✦✦✦ ─ 𝙸 With You Junpei Yoshino x Fem! Reader

੭﹕I'll Rewrite this soon!

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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Masterlist

I think I could say that my blog is a little messy. But well, here's the navigation through my work!

Jujutsu Kaisen

˚୨୧⋆｡ Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist ˚ ⋆

Haikyuu!!

˚୨୧⋆｡ Haikyuu!! Masterlist ˚ ⋆

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

[zyxelia]

Haikyuu!! Masterlist.

Hello! This is my work collection with Haikyuu!! so far. I'll plan to write for more characters in the future, though!

Note: 𔘓 Indicates angst

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Drabbles Collections

ㅤ✦ ─ 𝙸 Stranger Kei Tsukishima x Fem! Reader 𔘓

One-Shot Collections

📃꯭∣ ׁ < 2k Words

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸 Late Night Thoughts Keiji Akaashi x Fem! Reader

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸𝙸 Soon Soon

📃꯭∣ ׁ > 2k Words

ㅤ✦✦ ─ 𝙸 Soon Soon

Series Collections

ㅤ✦✦✦ ─ 𝙸 Love Letter Various x Fem! Reader

੭﹕After your marriage, you and your husband have your own drawer beside the bed. One day while cleaning, you see something on the drawer that looks like... A love letter? Oh, how could it be? You thought you already read all his love letters for you! (Spoiler: Curiosity gets the best of you!)

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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Stranger — Kei Tsukishima Drabble

Starring: Kei Tsukishima x Fem! Reader

Summary: -

Word Count: 100 Words

Things To Note(s): -

Estimated Reading Time: 1-2 Minutes

a/n: Written with Fem! Reader in mind, but it could be gender-neutral! Reader since no pronouns were mentioned! (The first draft of this work is a fic and has about 3k words. But well, I'm challenging myself: how much story could I tell in 100 words?!)

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"Then, what about your wife, Tsukishima?"     The question from his colleague caught him off guard, leaving him silent for a moment. He swirls his glass in his hand, staring at his reflection on his beer. "My wife...?"     He adjusted his glasses and rubbed his temples, thinking deeply. His eyes wandered, thinking of the right word to describe his wife— you.   Sighing, he eyes his ring finger. A marriage ring. Its shine under the light makes his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes quickly dart back to his colleague who asked the question.     "She's just a stranger that I happen to be with."

©️ zyxelia, 2024. Please do not translate, modify, or repost my work on any other platforms without asking. Thank you for understanding.

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Late Night Thoughts — Keiji Akaashi

Starring: Keiji Akaashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: How would you voice your insecurity to your perfect husband?

Word Count: 1741 Words

Things To Note(s): Established Relationship - insecurity - Fighting (not about the reader) - eavesdropping (this is not a good habit, please do not do this) - Silent Treatment (I think?)

Estimated Reading Time: 8-13 Minutes

a/n: If you guys know, please tell me the artist name of the fanart!

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Tick, tick, tick...

You can hear the clock ticking in front of you. It's already late; it's almost morning too— the clock shows that now it is past 2 AM. Your eyes feel heavy, even drowsy, but you think it's hard to sleep— something running through your mind keeps your consciousness awake.    "Something in your mind, darling?" Keiji asks, his hands holding your waist tight. You're now in his embrace, your back pressing tightly on his chest. Oh, wait, how did you end up in this position again? Your mind goes blank, but you think it's because you toss around all night, which wakes him up. Seeing you feeling uneasy, he sits on the bed, offering to cuddle you.    He hums a soft tone to assure you while enveloping you with his warmth. "You have seemed troubled since this afternoon."   "... There's nothing"    "Liars don't go to heaven. It's the fifth time you lied today."   You shudder a little. Fifth? He already asks you that much? Maybe your mind is messed up, after all. But, how could you bring it up to him? You didn't have the heart to. Besides, he has to go to work tomorrow morning, and he needs to drop you off at your workplace too. Can you trouble him more with your mind?   "Keiji," You call him, your voice hoarse. Maybe you could try it? You could brush it off if he didn't like the topic.   "Yes, darling?"   "Would you ever leave me?" 

Today is a nice day.   Hand in hand with your husband, stroll around a nearby park while holding an ice cream with your other hand. Keiji, your husband, doesn't mind a bit—he looks at you with lovestruck eyes while holding your purse with his other hand.   You rant to him about everything that happened this week. Like your job, what's your plan with your friends, everything. He just looks and listens to you, his thumb slowly circling your fingers and humming softly in response.

Your talk was cut short when his phone was ringing, and you quickly told him to answer it. With a little frown and a whisper of sorry, he let go of your hand, searching for a nearby quiet place to answer it. He looks back at you multiple times, checking and signaling for you not to go anywhere else. You just answer him with a nod.   You look around, looking at your surroundings while eating your ice cream and settle down to sit on a bench nearby. Your eyes wander until they land on a couple. The woman seems to be holding a child in her arms, their tender interaction catching your attention.   Suddenly, the guy's expression shifts as he eyes the woman— probably his wife. His brows furrows slightly, and he hesitates a little bit. You move closer, curious about what he is going to say.    "Is everything okay?" The woman asks, a trace of concern in her voice. Her arms were still holding the baby.   "Yeah," he replies tersely, his tone strained. "It's just... I've been thinking."   You try to study his face, curious about what he wants to say that makes his tone change drastically. He sighs heavily. "Look, about us... I've been thinking," he started, his voice tinged with uncertainty.   You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. What is he possibly going to say? You look at the woman, her face starting to pale, "Thinking about what?" She managed to utter it, fearing what his words might unveil.   "It's been three years since..." He trails off, and his gaze shifts uncomfortably towards the ground. "Since you had our child."   You feel a knot forming in your stomach, dreading where this conversation might lead. "Dear, what are you saying?" She asks softly, though you're sure that she is already beginning to grasp his implication.   "I just... things have changed, haven't they?" he continues, his words cutting through her. "Physically, I mean. And... I don't know if I can..."   His voice falters, and she seems to struggle to comprehend the magnitude of his words. It felt like he began to whisper so that the woman beside him was the only one who could hear him. "You can't what?" The woman answered, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and disbelief.   He looks away, unable to meet her eyes. "I don't know if I can do this anymore," he confesses quietly. "It's not just about the way you look... It's everything. I feel like... I need something different."   Your mind races, trying to process the sudden unraveling of what he just said. Is he even for real?    "After everything we've been through," the woman whispers, and you can hear her voice cracking with emotion.   The man hesitates, his expression pained. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "I just... I could handle it, but..."   His words hang heavily in the air, the park that once you felt happy about walking to now suddenly feels colder despite the warmth of the day. You look forward to the ground, surprised when you realize that your ice cream has melted. You quickly gaze at the couple again, and you can see tears well up in the woman's eyes as she struggles to comprehend the reality of his words. The weight of his words is so deeply wounded that it's even visible in her eyes how hurt she is.   "I need to figure things out," he says finally, his voice tinged with remorse. "I need time."   You just sit still there, looking straight at the ground, clutching the melting ice cream in your hand, feeling the coldness of ice cream you knew was slipping away. The fighting between the couple with a child nearby seems to fade into the background. Truthfully, you can't say that you're not afraid. You're afraid. You're afraid that one day, you may get the same fate as that woman. .

"Darling? Are you okay?"   You shudder when you feel the weight of a palm rest on your shoulder. You look up, sighing in relief as you realize it's Keiji. His brow furrowed, and his eyes filled with worry. "What's wrong? Am I gone for too long? I'm sorry, let's wash your hands first." was the last thing he said before nudging you from the bench, guiding you to the nearest water fountain, and washing your hands for you.   He takes a handkerchief from your purse, drying your hand before asking you again. "Something in your mind? Should we buy a new ice cream?"   You didn't answer right away, which made his worry a little greater. He calls you again before you come back to your senses. "Ah, no, no. No need."   "Do you still want to walk around again?" He asks, putting the handkerchief back into your purse.   "No"   "Are you mad at me, darling? Am I gone for too long to answer the phone?" He squeezed your hands and said, "Tell me."   "No, not that," you said. "Let's just go home."   You didn't say anything after that. The walk home is quiet. You could feel Keiji's eyes on you, but you didn't say anything. You're sure he's worried, but how would you ever— how could you even talk about this?

He gazed at you with eyes that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken thoughts. "Is there something in your mind?" His voice cracked with concern, the worry etched deep into the lines of his face. The question lingered in the air, heavy with anticipation. He was patiently waiting for your response to break the silence that enveloped you and him.   You turned to look at him, your expression a mix of vulnerability and introspection. "If I were no longer as beautiful as I am right now, would you ever leave me?" Your words, soft yet filled with a hint of sadness, betrayed the turmoil within your soul.    "Why would you even think like that?" He eyes you softly, "Did I fail you today, darling? Is something the matter? Darling, I—" He stops for a moment. He holds you closer before sighing deeply.   "In my eyes," he continued, his voice gentle and reassuring, "you will always be as beautiful as the day I first met you." His words carried a sincerity that transcended mere compliments. They were a testament to his unwavering admiration for you and a reflection of the profound connection you both shared.   The room seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the intertwined emotions dancing in the dim moonlight. Each word that was unspoken held a weight, as if they were exchanging secrets that bound them together in ways words alone couldn't define.   "Then," You stutter. How should you start? How are you going to tell him about this one? Would he think that you're being silly? Your mind is racing, but your heart is still longing for an answer. "Till death, uh..."   "Hm?" He leans in, humming while resting his jaw on top of the crown of your head. "Till death do us part, is that what you wanted to ask, darling?"   You nod, playing with the hem of your nightgown, feeling embarrassed. This man knows everything that he needs to know about you. While it is romantic, sometimes it's hard to bear the embarrassment. "If I were to go before you, would you search for someone else?"   He was silent for a moment, playing your question again and again inside his head. His silence makes your heart race, every passing second feels like the air is forced to get out of your body. Just when you're about to look up, to look at him, his hands tighten it's held on your waist, holding you tightly.   "Nonsense, darling," He answers, pulling you closer to his embrace. "I have spent all of my love for you, to the point where there's nothing left for me to give to the world, moreover someone else."   You didn't say anything. You didn't know what to say or answer. He didn't mind that at all. He just smiles, letting out a soft chuckle before sliding strands of hair near your left ear to expose it; and then rests his jaw on your left shoulder, "If death do us part," He softly whispers, kissing your earlobe softly and nudging it with his nose. Kissing the skin behind your ear, he hums a little before whispering again,   "Then I promise I'll wait and find you in every lifetime."

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The school bell is ringing, implying the end of the day. The space within the window is being engulfed by the golden rays of the setting sun. The drape sways from it as a gentle breeze whistles. And yet, there's still nothing said between the two of you. With haste, Junpei rose from his chair and grabbed his bag, which led him and the other students to exit the classroom. "I'm going home."

You didn't say anything. No, you don't even know what to say. Should you stop him? Or just letting him walk away? Unfortunately, your body betrays you. You just keep sitting in your seat, not even glancing at him as he closes the door and walks away.

It's been three days. Junpei didn't come to school. You are always anxious while holding your phone, waiting for him to reply to your messages. Your heart is racing, and your mind is in a state of panic. What happened? Why didn't Junpei reply to your messages? Is he in trouble? It was your own thoughts that brought you here; you have no control over them. Shortly after school ended, you went to his house.

You were staring off into space and thinking, "It's been a long time since I came here." You rang the bell that was positioned in front of his house, hoping that he would open it and explain whatever that was to you. Such a silly thought.

How many times have you done it? Where's Junpei? Why didn't he answer the door? Is something bad happening to him? Is he not home? Did he choose to ignore you now? 

"Junpei, I'm coming in!" You yell, and yank the door open. The door is unlocked. And the moment you stepped inside, you crashed with him. Both of you fell to the floor, but you landed on Junpei's chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and you could even feel his warmth.

You look to find his eyes. Drowsy eyes. He only wore his favorite hoodie with trousers, and his hair was wet. You could smell the scent of shampoo that he usually uses; he must be just getting out of the bath. 

"Jun?" You call him. "Why don't you reply to my messages? I'm worried about you, you know!" He just fell silent. "Answer me, you dummy!" You punch his chest, pouting. He let out a sigh, gesturing for you to get up first. You wince; why didn't he say anything? Is he furious? With your mind racing, you sprung back to your feet.

"I'm sorry..." You fidgeted with your fingers and looked down at your feet while you said this. "I understand if you don't want to forgive me; I'm fine with that. But please, don't be mad or leave me." You continued to avoid looking him in the eye as you pulled at his hoodie. After a long silence, you could hear him let out a sigh again. "I'm not mad at you," Junpei said as he placed his hand above yours, which tugged at his hoodie. "I would never could."

His answer left you surprised. You looked up at his eyes, searching for any lies. "... Really?" You asked him once again, to which he nodded. You're exhaling softly; you even don't recognize that you've been holding your breath. "I'm glad." You smile. "I thought you're mad and you wouldn't want to see me again."  

"But." He stopped for a moment. "I want you to do me a favor."

"Yes! I'll do anything!" Your eyes twinkle. Hopeful eyes focused on him. His expression remained constant. "Follow me," he gestured, and you did so from behind, like a lost puppy. "Let's go to my room."

"Eeeh? Yes, okay?!" You didn't really get what he just stated. Where will you follow him? Is he going to watch a movie with you now? Your mind is racing with possibilities, leaving you dazed and collapsing onto his back when he pauses. You whine a little as you look at what's in front of Junpei. It is a door. A door to his room.

Junpei opened the door and signaled for you to sit on his bed. You chuckle jokingly at him for suddenly being serious and silent. To tease him a little more, maybe you should collapse onto his bed, which you did. While rolling a little and giggling on his bed, you can hear the door locking. 

"Junpei...?" You were startled to hear the noise. Quickly, you're now sitting in his bed, calling his name softly, if that's even what your voice could register. Even though he already said he's not mad, his face says otherwise. "I'm sorry." You look down to your knees again. You couldn't look at his face.

"I just thought that you were pretty, and I want to show you to the world." You fidget with your fingers, recalling everything that you said in front of others the other day. Thinking about it now, maybe you're clearly in the wrong; you didn't realize his feelings or what he must face after being praised by you, one of the popular students, while he's just an outcast.

You just sat there, waiting for his reply. But he just keeps silent. You look up and find nothing but Junpei, who's now in front of you, staring deep into your soul.

"Y/n?"

"... Y-yes?"

"Do you want to know something?" He tilted his head to the side, his bored eyes looking at you.

"I'm a guy. I'm a man." He caresses your face softly. "I don't want to be called pretty." His hands move to comb your hair. "Maybe you don't regard me as a man?" His face is only an inch away from yours. "I already gave you the chance to get away from me, but you pay no attention to it, don't you?" He chuckles. "You just follow me, dumfounded. Did you know? You came to a guy's room without a second thought." His hand went down to your shoulder, followed by his eyes. "If two people are locked in a room together, a man and a woman, what do you think would happen?" He locked his gaze into you once again before pushing you to his bed, roughly.

"You're lacking in a matter of your own security." He plays with the strands of your hair, bringing them to his lips and kissing them gently. "It's dangerous, Princess." 

?! 

That nickname again. The sweet nickname he calls you when you two are still in elementary school. You thought he had already forgotten about it. You look into his eyes again. Trying to find any remorse of timid gaze and a little bit of shyness in the way he looks—the way he used to be.

But compared to now, it's completely different. The soft, innocent Junpei you once knew and the Junpei that is caging you in his bed with both of his hands on the side of your head right now are different. 

"My dear, lovely princess..." His voice was dangerously low, sending a shiver through your whole body. He smirks, knowing fully, fully well how his change of act affects you. He nibbled at his lips, licking them a little, before leaning down close to your ear. His hot breath tickles your earlobe and makes deep crimson paint both your cheeks.

"You told me once that I have to listen to my desire, right?"

"You're my desire, and I'm not going to hold back anymore."

[zyxelia]

Curse

Pairing: Junpei Yoshino X Female! Reader

WC: ~700

Summary: Watching someone you love pass away is a necessary part of being immortal. Nevertheless, a mystery man enters your life and reminds you to appreciate life just when you are about to close your heart to it. What a suprise! Possibly, your life will become less dull, right?

Immortality, once thought a gift, proves a curse as time passes. The word "immortal" falsely allures, hinting at a life free of death's specter. But reality differs—an immortal existence means traveling alone, helplessly watching loved ones depart, with no one to share your grief.

Fearful humanity labels the unfamiliar "monster," a daily insult as I walk among them. I retreated to a tower deep in the forest, a haven far from civilizations din.

Loneliness, my constant companion, led me to ancient books of spells and experiments recorded in journals. A fleeting distraction from the outside world, but the respite was brief. After endless trials and hypotheses, boredom returned.

What if I just slept?

Centuries or millennia drift by as I slumber in the abyss, losing track of time's passage. The tower's stone walls chill; silence reigns but for my breath and heartbeat. Once orderly books now lie beneath dusts shroud. Moonlight filters through the window, casting an ethereal glow on the overgrown plants.

Stirring from my long stillness, a distant sound emerges from the tower's heart—a man's voice, its purpose unclear. Mustering my strength, I climb the winding stairs to the base where a disheveled figure dances wildly.

"What are you doing?" I ask the trespasser.

"Why have you come?" Startled, he stumbles back as I approach. His eyes avoid mine, keeping distance between us.

"You've broken the tower wall," I note, eyeing the large breach. Chaos sprawls in its wake."I—I'm sorry," he stutters. "Forgive me, uh..."

"[Your name]."

"Sorry, [Your name]."

I study him in silence. Sensing my gaze, he extends his hand awkwardly. I return the gesture. "I'm Junpei, Junpei Yoshino"

"Junpei Yoshino? A lovely name—your parents no doubt chose it with care." He blushes at my words. "Why have you come?" I ask.

"I heard tales of a witch in the forest. Curiosity brought me to see for myself," he explains. "By damaging your home, I sincerely apologize."

"Well now, It's done, isn't?" I reply. "Now, what do you want?"

"I...wonder if I could visit you here daily?"

"... Yes, come when you like."

From then on, Junpei Yoshino came often, telling me of his life and asking about my past exploits. He happily joined my magical feats and experiments, replacing my solitude with shared laughter. Time flourished with his presence, dull days becoming vivid canvases. Silence and isolation shifted into echoes of joy and companionship.

"[Your name]," Junpei Yoshino says, gazing at the flower-strewn field. Blushing, he asks, "Will you...be my lover?" His words catch me off guard. He looks at the dandelion-covered ground, clearly nervous. Seeing him anew, he seems older than our first meeting—stronger, deeper-voiced, more mature.

Yet his kindness remains constant.

"Without doubt, Junpei Yoshino," I smile, filled with wordless happiness. A breeze stirs, tossing my hair.

"Why do you call me that? Are we still in the full name phase?"

"No, your name is just beautiful" upon hearing that, he blushes.

White dandelions sway as if dancing. Some take flight, following nature's rhythm. Junpei Yoshino grins, eyes glistening with tears. From that moment, we are bound.

But these cherished dreams reach their end. Kneeling at his tombstone in the rain, I grapple with the inevitable—he left me bereft. An ordinary human, gone, leaving me alone.

Once more, solitude prevails. Eons pass. All once living now dwell only in memory.

At dusk, the tranquil city bustles with activity. A modest bakery tempts me with its aroma, beckoning me inside. "Enjoy!" says the clerk, handing me my purchase. As I turn to leave, a familiar figure catches my eye—Junpei Yoshino sits alone by the window. Does he still bear that name? Or has he taken another?

Feeling uneasy, I approach, trying to speak his name when another voice interrupts. "Sorry for the wait, darling!" The bakery door opens with a jingle. Junpei Yoshino looks up, welcoming a woman who rushes to embrace him, saying she missed him.

"I missed you too," he chuckles, stroking her hair. "Let's sit and talk about your day." He kisses her forehead and she blushes, sitting down.

Silently I watch. His smiles, laughter, gaze—everything echoes the past.

Except now it's not for me.

I leave the bakery, walking the bustling streets alone. A serene, uninhabited hill on the city's edge draws me. At the summit, I sit beneath a tree and contemplate the sunset's orange hues. Beside me lies the bread I purchased. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply.

"Even now, destiny weaves its whims."

[zyxelia]

Warrior.

It's been a long time. You're not sure how long you've been avoiding people and locking yourself away in this place. Always lowering your gaze, you lock yourself in your room alone. But they don't seem to mind. Despite your previous actions of attempting to interact with them with your actions since you've lost your voice, everyone was very open and acted as if you hadn't been there, as if you looked like thin air—invisible to any eyes. You also noticed that there was no food left in front of your door.

You don't want to complain; after all, you didn't ask them to do it, did you?

You had no idea if they'd give it to you, even if you asked for it.

As the bright moonlight began to creep through the window, you sat down on the mattress. You close your eyes for a moment and then stare at your palms longingly. Attempting to focus all of your energy on the center of your body. You could feel that feeling again, along with the gentle flow of an unsettled energy.

The feeling that has haunted you every day since your arrival here, the feeling that serves as a warning before an incident such as an apocalypse occurs.

It's a warning.

You try to remain calm despite your feelings. Remember to keep your focus on what you're doing and to stand up quickly when you're finished.

With a quick dash, you open the balcony door. Before you, there was a magical view of field flowers and the colorful stars that painted the sky. You clutch the railings tightly as the cold night breeze touches your skin. Your black hair was flowing softly, making a quiet sound like water. You raise your gaze to the sky, gleaming your dark eyes as you stare at the sky. You gaze at the millions of sparkling stars and the full moon, as if they contain the answer you seek.

"For you," Liebe said, tossing you a box, which you caught before it landed on the ground. "It's custom made with a good amount of money; don't let me down." That was the last thing he said to you before leaving you to return to his room and meet with his waiting women.

You lower your gaze before looking back at the door. Maybe, just maybe... You're going to miss this place. You walk back in and reach for your hair, taking a blue butterfly hairpin that you wear daily and putting it neatly on top of the mattress.

.

But in reality, you already know it's a cheap one.

The one that even commoners could buy with their daily salary.

Despite this, you keep it as if it were a treasure, infuriating those around you.

"Isn't she stupid?" One of the women who sleeps in with Liebe is whispering to another. "I agree," the other woman said, nodding. "Who does she think she is?" The legendary warrior? Can't she see her own reflection? Who can't even speak? How could she be holding a sword then?" She exclaimed, disgusted. And that setting causes other women to look at you with the same intensity.

You have some hope for Liebe at that point. Would he defend you?     

Even if his actions and words hurt you, you know it's for the best. You should cut any of your ties with him because you have a duty to fulfill.

However, that's wrong. He was also disgusted by the fact that the King had ordered him to marry you. But you can't blame him for that. He's the most beautiful, powerful demon in the kingdom, and the king forced him to marry you? On top of that, produce some offspring too. That had to hurt his ego.

The duty of assassinating the current demon king, who's been neglecting his duties— and being an injustice leader that would throw his people however he wants to. Such a shame, you think. Why were his people cheering and praising him? Can't they see that the place they live is in complete disarray? What happened with them? You may guess that they still didn't know what lay underneath.

Nevertheless, that's the reason why, once again, you're being reborn in this world.   

You returned your last glance to your about-to-be-your-old-room. Sighing, you close the balcony door and tie your hair before jumping to the ground below. You shuffle your clothes a little and look around for any pair of eyes watching your every move, but there are none. You move slowly, not wanting to attract any night guards.

As you walk, you take one last look around the palace. Your gaze is drawn to Liebe's room right away. You noticed that his lights were still on. You quickly walked away from that, and now your eyes are landing on the house garden, which is mostly decorated with white lilies.

On that faithful day, at that location, it was the first time you could finally get a good look at Liebe.     

As there was a large banquet going on, you couldn't find him anywhere. You look around worriedly, asking any servants you see with your body language, but none of them seem to care. You tried again with another noble, but their reaction was the same. Sweat forms on your brow, and with trembling steps, you walk out of the dance hall and through the garden.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a man's shadow curling toward himself in the dim light. Of course, that's because he's outside. You walked out of the banquet and took it slowly so as not to startle him, and as you got closer, you realized it was Liebe.

When you move to his side, he stiffens. He turned around, and his eyes widened when he noticed you. You smile at him gently. A gentle breeze blows around you two, gently twirling your hair with its own melody.

You extended your hand in the hope of brushing up against his hair. But you quickly stopped midair. You rested your hand on your lap, your gaze fixed on everything other than him. He and you both remained silent. You two were in a comfortable yet intense silence. He didn't seem to mind. You raised your eyes to the sky, silently admiring the moon while counting the stars.

You had no idea how much time had passed. You can, however, hear a soft snore from your side. When you look at Liebe, you notice that he's been sleeping for who knows how long. You're looking at his appearance; he appears defenseless and innocent. His dark locks fell to his face as he breathed, and the soft rise of his chest could be heard. Right in front of you is a stunning scene.

You quickly realize it's late while staring at him deeply. You start to feel sleepy too, but you just can't take your eyes off of him. Dazed by his looks, you did nothing but stare at him until you fell asleep. The morning comes really fast. You blink your eyes and then look at your surroundings. He's not there anymore. You were left alone in the garden.     

Well, guess what? Maybe it's because he's drunk, so he allows you to be near him for once.     

The night in the forest makes it difficult to see, but the moon comes to your rescue. You take a look around; this place is in disarray. What would be the cause of the plants and animals deaths? The lakes are nearly dry as well. You picked up the pace, leaping over the small stones that had once formed a lake and making your way to the ruins in the center.     

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The ruins are still there, and you're glad they've remained untouched thanks to the shield magic that protected them. You pull a knife from your pocket and cut your hand in a flash, causing blood to pour from your palm. You stood there, watching your blood drop to the ground.

You could feel a warm aura as a golden, silk-like thread came out of your bleeding palm. You raise your eyes to the sky, silently sending your gaze to the moon, and as it reads your movement, all the clouds that have gathered near the moon shuffle away. Leaving the moon and its bright light alone. A thin fog formed as the moonlight touched all of the golden threads. You keep your gaze fixed on it, and then you can feel it— a strong wind forming around you, and as the wind grew stronger, a blinding light appeared.

You fixed your gaze and stepped into it with all your might. 

The familiar sensation from thousands of years ago returned as the light faded. Your entire body was enveloped in warmth, and pure magic flowed freely all over you. You could feel the familiar weight wrap around your body as the light faded. It's the feeling of your magic that was sealed here. You created a soft light by swiping your hand to the side. Prior to the appearance of your sword. It's a long sword with jewels embracing the human and demon worlds on both sides.

As the wind blows, you can feel your hair rustle. Your hair was gleaming, drastically changing from a pitch black to a golden color that symbolized victory. Your iris shines in the same color as your eyes, gleaming brightly under the night.     

You inhaled deeply and took your first step, releasing your magic into the air. The ground you stepped on magically returned to its original state in an instant. The nearly dry lake is reverting to its former size, depth, and darkness. The grounds, which are in disarray and cracked in every direction, are once again at their peak.

All of the plants that were once dormant have regenerated. Maybe it looks even better than before. You keep walking, not bothering to even look behind. And as you got out of the forest, you quickly headed straight to the capital.     

"Hey," one of the demon soldiers guarding the gates says to another, nudging him on the shoulder. "How do you think about the prophecy?"     

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The other one shook his head, facepalming at his comrade's words. "You really enjoy the warrior story, don't you?" He turns to take a look at him, unimpressed.

"What? Which one is it?" The other demon responded, unimpressed by his actions. "You know, That one," huffs the first soldier. "About... that one warrior," he continues, stretching his chin slightly. "Isn't it already time? You can already see this world tearing apart, can't you? But the strange thing is that the human world is experiencing the same thing as us." He looked up in wonder. "Even His Majesty, The King, had no idea what was going on".

"His Highness The King never talks about it, according to the captain." Answer the other soldier, crossing his arms. "Well? Can I hear it again? What does the prophecy say?"     

The first soldier gave him a glare, "Well then, why don't we turn that question around. What makes you not believe about it?"

"Well," The first soldier rummaged through his armor, a smile appeared on his face as he took out a saggy notebook.

"As the world falls into despair and everything is wrecked from top to bottom, prepare all the young and old to gather at the center. Take your leader from both parties to draw the summoning circle with their blood and light up the fire with their spells. Brace for the approaching brilliance, for a knight in resplendent armor shall arise. With the shining gold that decorates her hair and the golden cape that rests on her shoulder. Beware, for she wields a sword that can cut through life itself. Yet, if you find yourself powerless in the face of despair, fear not." 

"Maybe? I mean, what else is there?" 

The other soldier cocked his head sideways and went on, "Therefore, we require the call to be done by the leaders of both parties. Are the other parties referred to humans?"   

As the first soldier flipped the page of the book he was carrying, his eyes were urgently searching for a resolution. He paused when he reached a page that was already gone. 'Maybe it's written here', he muses. The first solfier softly rubs the remaining page with the tips of his fingers. But unfortunately, it has already vanished.

"Tsk," the other soldier says, looking to the side furiously. 'I hate it, damn humans', he murmurs to himself. "I wonder, what if only one side conducts the summoning procedure?" He asked again and returned his gaze at the first soldier.

The man who asked the question sighs and then fixes his eyes once again on the still-dark horizon. After a while, he heard the sound of footsteps as he struggled to concentrate. Little by little, it became clearly audible.     

"Who's that?"     

"I have no idea..."

They were puzzled for a moment. And by the time they look at each other, they nod and draw their magic. Ready to take anything that might come.     

"Fear not, little Demon..." A soft voice hushed, causing both of them to be surprised— or maybe to shiver. "Just wait here," said the sound of metal— a sword being dragged into the ground— "And I shall make this world return to what it used to be".     

They were puzzled again.      

What does that mean?

Shining Golden hair.     

They are now focusing their gaze on the horizon. There's something that's about to come here— does the sound come from that? As they were wondering to themselves, that being who they watched closely suddenly appeared in front of them.     

A pair of glimmering Golden eyes.

A sword that looks heavy, so much embodiment that represents humans and... demons.     

But,     

But they didn't see it.

If it's the same as the prophecy, The Legendary Warrior, Where is that?

There's no sign of the golden armor.   

"What are you thinking about, little Demy?" You ask, tilting your head to the side to take a better look.

"Who-?" They ask, body frozen just with your presence alone.     

"I'm the Legendary Warrior. The one who vanishes when the world is in harmony, and also the one who will be reborn once again when the world is in despair".     

You can see it. Their eyes didn't lie. They don't believe it. You just offer a warm smile, answering the silent question they give you. "Only one of the two parties that summoned me, were humans, which is why I don't have my armor".     

"What are you going to do now?" They really do not believe it. You just sigh softly, pulling your sword a little before smashing it to the ground. Causing a dazzling light to cover all the area around it, slowly constructing it into barrier magic. "I'm going to kill the rot on all this. The current Demon King, who's been neglecting his duty and only causing trouble here and here".     

They look puzzled, again. Maybe it's because they worship their king so much that they are blind to what he's after. How more loyal and foolish they could be? Such a worrisome you thought.

You opened the door. Taking a deep breath and then opening it. Just after taking a step, you could feel it already. The aura, the feeling, is so intense you think you might collapse.     

You continue your walk, going to the capital and heading straight to the palace. While in there, you could see all the villages surrounded by the magic barrier. You let out a soft smile, but not long after, you could hear hurried footsteps that were likely going to the palace as well. It's... most likely, like your guess, are the minion of the demon king. It's not that they're strong, no. The thing is, you could defeat them all easily. While all of them hurriedly open the palace gate, you draw your sword. Mouthing some spell before swinging it to them, causing an ocean of dark fog to trouble your way. 

You didn't care. You just keep taking the steps ahead. Drawing and swinging your sword at every single enemy that comes your way, stepping everything with all your might. before you know it, you already reach the door of the king's chamber.

Gathering your strength, you look up. Face to face with the Demon King, while tightening the hold of your sword in your palm.      

"My, my little warrior, aren't you a fool?" 

"I'm not a fool." You hiss, responding to his words immediately.

He simply stroked his chin with his long nails, watching you as any predator would. "So you're naive, then? You are aware that you only have half of your power due to the circumstances."

His voice is a real mockery.

"Bite your tongue, your highness. Aren't you satisfied enough with taking my voice before?" You look at him, knitting both your eyebrows and narrowing your gaze, focusing on only him. "How much more do you even wish?"

"You are just holding a big, shiny golden sword, little one. And we both know it is a blessing from the human party. Your appearance serves with no armor, and which is supposed to be a blessing from the demon party. Even after knowing that, but you are still foolish to use a significant portion of it to construct barrier magic," he laughs. His voice was deep, adding to the tension in the room.

"Why Your Highness, The King. Shall you give me a blessing, as to fulfill your wish to see me in armor?" You pull a sarcasm, resulting in his smugly looks as he leans back toward the throne.

"If you're that confident, shall we see how long you can stand before giving up?"

[zyxelia]

Shooting Stars

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Pairing: Junpei Yoshino x F! Reader

Summary: seeing and making wishes under the shooting stars with your loved one.

Wc: 901 words

Warning(s): None, pure pluff!

I can't sleep:(

If anyone could be compared to anything, she would be the Sun.

She is flawless. She is faultless, gleaming brilliantly on her own and always serving as the "light" in other people's lives. She is intelligent in many things and talks softly. She also has a sensible disposition. She moves beautifully and has lovely eyes and silky hair that glows in the Sun. It's not surprising that she's well-known and that many males are always smitten with her.

I like her too.

She consistently rejected their confessions, saying that she already had feelings for someone else, which was unfortunate for them.

But it's not only them that are impacted.

What kind of person does she like? Who is that person? Do I know this person?

But I remind myself once more. I mean, I could never compete with that person, would I? If he could so effortlessly capture her heart, then that guy must be extraordinary.

This evening, the sky is clear. The leaves are gently brushed by the night air. After a brief stroll, I reached the river and chose to sit on a seat close. When I closed my eyes, I could feel how peaceful the night was.

"What are you doing, Jun? It's beyond bedtime." As soon as I open my eyes, I recognize her voice and can see her. She grinned while carrying her suitcase while still wearing her school uniform. She is always attractive, regardless of her attire.

"How are you doing?" I re-asked her. She sat next to me and remarked, "I heard there's a meteor tonight. Are you maybe interested in seeing it as well?" She now has hopeful eyes as she stares at me. I fix my gaze on hers. such lovely eyes. Ahh. I'm not even able to refuse them.

"True, just like you."

"Oh, I'm sure I am," I said. Even if there is a meteor tonight, I have no idea. I looked back fast toward the sky as I felt uneasy.

We are silent while we sit here. She did the breaking. "The sky, isn't it lovely?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing!" Why did I say that? How could I have allowed such remarks to leave my mouth?

She seems to pay no mind to it. And I can hear her murmur, "I want to be like them." In a heartbeat, out of my consciousnesses, I replied "You don't need to. You are part of it already."

"Oh? So, Jun, if I were one of them, what would I be?"

"You'll glow brilliantly like the sun."

She chuckles at my response. "Why would I be the sun?"

"You consistently shine brightly on your own. Even in a throng, you stand out and have that aura that makes you unique." I responded to her right away. "Everything. The way you appear is flawless. Simply by being there, you might make everyone around you happier. Even on your darkest days, you still have the most radiant grin. You constantly put others before yourself; you are unselfish. That is why the sun is you. You are unique among people. Every aspect about you is ideal."

She keeps quiet. I suddenly became aware of how much I had spoken and how long I had been staring at her distantly after a brief interval. She only sighed slightly before posing the question, "If I become the sun, then what are you, Jun?"

I replied nervously, "I don't know, …Star?"

She chuckles, "Really? Stars are gorgeous" Her voice had me spellbound. But I responded to her, "No."

"What's wrong with being a star?" Her question surprised me. "If you look at the stars, they are little in comparison to the sun and moon. I'm aware that stars are large no matter how you look at them, so please stop before you want to say anything" I sigh, "The sun always stands out. Stars are merely some white spots in the night sky from the earth."

She softly calls my name, "Jun, People continue to make wishes under the stars, regardless of how brilliant the sun is." She comforts me with a gentle voice. She touched her forehead with mine while holding my face in both of her hands.

She gave me a soft hug and gave my back a round rubdown. I also do the same for her, encircling her waist and pulling her close to my chest. confirming that she was indeed here, that she wasn't just a dream, and that she truly was on my hold.

"Want to know a secret, Jun?" She spoke quietly, nearly whispering. "Am I deserving enough to be privy to your secret?" "You're more than enough," she merely says with a gentle head shake.

Please, Her response simply makes my heart skip a beat. I'm reiterating my optimism. She says softly, "Jun, I like you," She says and falls silent after. "No, I've been in love with you ever since I first saw you"

I can't say anything. My face went red because of her words. Those three words make my mind fuzzy.

She remarked, "Ah, look at the stars." When I gaze up at the sky, I see gorgeous paintings of shooting stars. When they follow one another, it seems magical. To my ears, she murmurs, "Jun, let's make a wish." I nod, assuming that she must be grinning even though I can't see it.

I squeezed her more firmly. And I sincerely, silently pray that this moment would never end.

[zyxelia]

With You (2): Class

Pairing: Junpei Yoshino x F!reader

wc: 1023 words

Summary: After the messed up ecounter, you finally going into the class. Just then you realize the problem is starting again when you don't know which class you goes. Can you be the same class with him? Or you just can seeing him from afar despite what you've done?

a/n: ( [M/N] stands for your male name )

part 1 , part 2

"Uh!" The boy jerked away, but was still trying to keep himself in place by holding onto the bedsheet.

"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful" You said, without looking at him. He's just there, looking— staring at you. Why would you do something like this to a stranger? You don't even know him, right?

"It's finally done" You smile happily, feeling the pride of your work in treating the boy's injury.

"Ma, may I ask something?" The boy looks at you.

"Yes?"

"Who are you? And why are you helping me? " He looks at you, confused and worried. What did he worry about? "You know, you can be their target too."

Ah, so that's it.

"I'll just beat them again." You give him a smirk. On hearing that, he just laughed and tried to extend his hand for a shake.

"Junpei Yoshino".

He's the one.

You finally found him again,

After those years.

"[M/N]"

"Last, name?"

His voice is still beautiful.

Look at his eyes.

That's a pretty color.

As always.

"[L/N]"

"I see, okay." He looks at you awkwardly. Just then, you realize you didn't truly hold his hands for the handshake. You're sure that he knows you're staring at him.

"So, you're new here?" He asks while looking at you, and you let go of his hand. Ah, why? It's just been seconds and you already miss the warmth of that hand. "Yes, it's my first day today," you respond to him. "Ah, If you don't mind, can you tell me where the headmaster's office is?"

"Sure," he says,

Remaining selfless.

Junpei gets up and walks to the door. He's not walking straight, so you decided to help him. Putting one of his arms over your shoulder and the other around his waist. "Oh.." He looks at you. But he doesn't say anything. He may be afraid of being held by someone he has just met, you believes.

Oh, Jun.

If only you knew.

While helping him, you look at him again. To be more specific, you look at his neck.

There's no sign of the necklace.

.

"Here's the office." You two stopped in front of a big door. Junpei taps the back of your hand, "I can walk by myself now." You let go of him.

You knock on the door, and it is soon followed by "Come in" from the inside. "Oh, so it's you." The Headmaster gets up from his seat and scans you up and down, and then he looks at Junpei, who is standing beside you. "Which class did you go to?" he asks.

"3A," Junpei said.

Just then, the realization hits you.

Your Uncle didn't tell you anything about what class you were going into. You're trying to calm yourself by saying, "Maybe it hasn't been decided yet." But that thought makes you more nervous.

You glance at Junpei, thinking what would happen if you didn't go to the same class with him. Would you just watch from afar now?

"Take a seat first; don't just stand around there." He pointed to two chairs that were placed in front of his desk. You watched nervously as he got back to his seat and started flapping through all the files on his desk. "[L/N], I see all of your history and all of it is incredible. You once studied overseas, didn't you? What makes you take a big turn to come back to the country? " He asks,

"Someone," and you tell him. He was just silent. Before nodding and saying, "You can go to class 3A. Will you help [L/N] Junpei? " ,

"Yes, I will. Don't worry" Junpei responded.

You feel excitement all over your body. If you could, you may be jumping all around right now. You're going to the same class as him.

'Thank you, Uncle!'

"Let's call it a day. The class is going to start in 5 minutes. " The headmaster warned the two of you, "Didn't want to be late on your first day, right?"

"Yes, thank you!" You get up from the chair, giving him a bow. 

.

"This is the class." After meeting the headmaster, Junpei leads you to the class. "The class has already started, though. The headmaster's office is far from any classroom. " He looks at you.

"Ready?" Junpei smiles. "Yes", you gulp nervously. "Your tie, it's a little messy." Junpei points at your tie. You feel embarrassed and tell him to give a little time. After giving you some time to adjust it, Junpei knocks on the door, and after receiving 'Come in', he slides it open.

"Yoshino?" The teacher asks, "Why are you late and who is that behind you?" Junpei awkwardly waves his two hands in front of him. "Uh, I met him outside school today and decided to help him to the headmaster's office. The headmaster tells him he'd go to class 3A and asks me to help him. " Said Junpei.

"I see. You can sit on your seat. " The teacher said, "Could you introduce yourself first?" The teacher looks at you. You nod, and stand in front of the class.

Your eyes scanned the room, and all the people from this morning didn't have the same class as Junpei, which made you glad. You wouldn't risk peaceful time with Junpei because now you're close with him, right?

"It's a pleasure to meet you all, [M/N] [L/N]. " You bow slightly. When you straightened back to your original position, you could hear other students' whispers in front of you. 'transferred in the third year, really?' or something along those lines. You can discuss this with your classmates later. "For now, sit beside Yoshino and let's get back to class," your teacher said as he pointed to the seat at the back near the window.

Thanking him, you walk down to your seat and look at Junpei again. Putting your bag down and sitting down, you wave your hand at him while smiling. That can be translated as 'We meet again!'

He just smiled, though, before turning his focus back to the lesson and the notes he had already been taking.

You see, the world is with you today.

[zyxelia]

With You

Pairing: Junpei Yoshino x F!reader

wc: 1411 words

Summary: Falling in love with a quiet boy. It's a little hard because he's always shy. After parting for a while, i will try to befriend him. But, he's going to a boy's private school. That doesn't mean any change to the plans anyway 

I just fall in love with himm

part 1 , part 2

"So, I just need to move this here, and then…"

You were trying to dress up for your first day at school. even though it's still 4 a.m. And the sun still hasn't come up.

"Hais, Why does a boy's uniform feel more comfortable with long pants? Not like the girl's, with a short skirt." You sighed. "Not to mention how cold I feel when it's raining." You turn your head back and look at your own reflection in the mirror.

"I could have fallen in love with myself, really." Rubbing your cheeks with your index finger, "This uniform felt so comfy."

"I believe there are no rules about having long hair in school." You decided to style them in a side-swept style with a hair tie in the end to keep them in place.

"The card's identity, check. The bag and books, check. All the file checks… "

You were smiling like an idiot, feeling unbelievably happy and a little bit guilty about your own actions. How easily can you get a new identity because of your aunt, and how easily can you gain access to get into a high-class private boy's school knowing your real identity? Luckily, your uncle had a relationship with the headmaster.

Both your aunt and uncle are willing to help you achieve your first love with silly actions.

"We can tell his family to arrange a marriage," your uncle said, looking directly at you in the eyes.

"No need, Uncle. I had already settled my mind when I moved out of the house. " You smile.

"It's a boys' private school. Are you really sure? " Your aunt added, looking worried.

"Yes"

"I see," your uncle said, still not letting you out of his eyes. "How did you end up meeting and liking him anyway? No, first, who is he? Where did he come from? Which family did he come from? What about his parents? "

"There, dear," Your Aunt is slowly patting your Uncle's back to reassure him. "I'm sure [insert name] would tell us as we keep up with this conversation." Your Aunt gives a reassuring smile to your Uncle, which calms him a bit.

"Allright." Your Uncle responded. Trying to restrain himself "I'm just worried. [Insert name], You're the only child of your parents. That can also mean you're the direct heir to being the next family's head. Do you understand about that? "

"I see what you mean, Uncle."

"I also mean all the responsibility you will hold after being the family's head."

"Yes."

"So dear, What do you like about the boy? " Your Aunt is asking, teasing you.

You can feel your cheeks redden.

Where would you start? Ah, it feels dizzy. But your head was stuck on a sweet memory that you always keep in your head.

Your first encounter with him .

"Pretty…"

You just froze. What? What is that boy's voice?

"Such a pretty blue dress and a pretty necklace too…"

You don't know what to do, so you don't move from your place until the boy says another word.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" You can hear a boy's voice right beside you.

"I made a sand castle," you responded to him.

"Alone?" He asks, tilting his head to get a good look into your face.

"I don't have any friends." You answer. His question stops you from your work. It makes you sad and you look directly into his eyes with a watery gaze.

"I can be your friend!" He declared, and took your hands to intertwine with his. "Let's play all day! You have no school tomorrow, right? " He looks so happy in your eyes, it makes you let him do whatever he wants and you— you just stand behind and follow him after.

"I'm Junpei Yoshino, by the way. Yours?"

"[Insert name]"

"That's a pretty name, it's a pleasure to meet you" Junpei smiles happily.

Day after day, you follow your two routines. Everything runs smoothly; playing in the park, sleeping in his house, or maybe yours? going to school together, eating together during lunch, and a lot more.

You remember the time he defended you from other boys who were bullying you, or the time he gave you a piggyback ride because you sprained your ankle. saying things like "I told you to not do that" along the way back.

You remember the time he gave you a matching necklace. At first, he felt bad because that would mean you needed to replace the old ones you were already wearing. But you reassured him that you were fine, and you liked the idea.

You got the key necklace, while he got a love necklace with a keyhole on it. If you opened it, there would be a picture of the two of you smiling while having a picnic in the park.

.

"Little moon"

"Huh? Little moon?" You are confused, looking at him.

"I-it's just a nickname. I'll stop if you don't like it..." He was fidgeting with his fingers, avoiding your gaze.

"I love it." You smile at him.

"Does that mean you accept it? I'm glad..." He rubs his face on your palm, makes you giggle.

You both cry when you need to move because of your parents, but that's not the matter anymore. You're here now. And you're going to approach him like he did to you in your first encounter with him.

"That's the story." You smile happily.

Both your uncle and aunt give you a long pause before nodding slowly, accepting your ways. .

"It feels like a dream," you murmured. "I'm going to find you soon, darling." You look out the window. You felt the warmth of the morning.

"Going to pack a box for lunch, huhu" You went downstairs and packed your lunch. Not one, but two separate boxes. You were hoping that you could see him, your childhood crush, and share a meal with him.

Before going, you touch your key necklace gently, smiling softly at it while remembering old memories.

After everything has been settled down, you lock the door and leave home to go to school .

You know it already; it's a high-class private school. But you can't help but feel amazed at how luxurious it looks. You're pretty sure your little home that you live alone in now and need at least 20 minutes to walk to school, need at least 10? Or maybe 20 to fill up the garden itself.

Even the fountain had a touch of gold. In the old home, they only made it from porcelain. You don't live in the main house, after all. You can't take your focus off of the beautiful fountain in front of you. It's pretty, and there's coins... "By throwing coins here, they must be granting their wish." You told yourself.

Along the way you walk, you can absolutely tell that all the flowers are so pretty. Everything seems to be in the hand of a professional. They were sorted in order of their colours, and the smell is strong yet calming to your senses.

There are some butterflies that are flying around, along with some little bees. A soft wind is singing, letting the leaves make a little dance for it. Your mouth let out a giggle. Ah, it only makes the scene in front of you feel more magical.

Your stroll has been interrupted by the sound of people beating up someone near the gate at the back of the school. God, it's still early in the morning.

"That's what you get for being a loser," said someone as he kept throwing kicks at a boy's stomach.

The boy was surrounded by many people. Laughter can be heard in the air. Just when he's trying to look up, another kick lands on his stomach.

The boy could only gasp. The kick just earlier was way more hurtful.

"I assume you are tired. Stop being a loser then," a girl said, pulling the boy by the hair. His face is a mess now.

"What did I do to deserve this?' was something that always ringing in his head.

"Answer my question, you—"

"Alright, stop right there."

Everyone was turning their heads towards the voice. A new face, probably a new student? It seems like she's—no. It's a boy's school. It's a he.

But the appearance is way more beautiful than any girl they've ever met.

"And, what would you do if we didn't?"

"Beat you guys up, of course."