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Kalim Al Asim x assassin reader

Cloaked by the dark of twilight, perched upon one of the mansion’s many balconies. Watching vigil over the crowds of people scattered below. A “party” of sorts. A place for people of power to gather, flexing their finery and silks like prideful peacocks. Parading around each other, hoping to strike envy into some hearts… or perhaps win some over.

It was silly, watching it all from above. Clothes of the finest materials still fray and tear in the end. It has its beauty for a brief moment in time, before unraveling into mere threads.

Then, there would be no difference from it and a common rag.

Chuckling darkly to yourself, you slip down from the railing. Carefully placing your feet on the floor, as nimbly as a cat’s footfall. Dropping your scarf towards your elbows, revealing an… acceptable attire, for such a luxurious event.

Nothing too fancy, that was the key. The kind of outfit that allowed you to fade into the shadows without causing much uproar. Well, not that anyone would notice you, always-

A light tap startled you straight out of your thoughts, the cool brush of various rings gliding over your skin. Spinning around, you come face to face with eyes of scarlet, widening with shock. His lips freeze in a “o” for a second, before dropping down into a smile.

Draped in gold and fine cloth, the torches of flame just seem to embrace him in their light. Casting an ember halo over his every feature. His lips slipped into a smile, before he rushes to the railing, arms dangling off it. Reaching out towards the sky, as if even the stars were for his taking.

“It’s a beautiful night, is it not?”

Your lips curl inwards, a firm line. This was… unexpected. Normally you would have to approach your target during these sort of events. Worm your way through the crowd, put in the elbow grease, so to speak.

This was the first time your target came up willingly to speak to you.

Kalim Al Asim. An… interesting target.

“It seems like just another night… sir.”

An elbow nudged your arm playfully, as Kalim’s lower lips juts out ever so slightly. A childish pout.

“Aw, don’t be like that! Just call me Kalim! I don’t do very well with all that formal ‘sir’ stuff.”

Facing the night sky, his fingers trace invisible lines in the air. Sketching out images only visible to him. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lean towards him. Squinting at the sky, trying to see what he could.

A warmth surges through your cheek. Kalim presses his face flush against yours, trembling from laughter. You feel the warmth spread, rampaging across your face like wildfire.

The gold bangles on his wrist jangling, Kalim points at a spot in the distance. A tiny, minuscule speck that glowed, ever so faintly in the midst of the darkness.

“That’s a star! You can’t see them all that clearly from this particular house, but they’re there.”

At a loss for words, all you could do was mutter.

“I… see.”

“Y’know, no one ever looks up anymore.”

He turns to face you, beaming.

“You’re the only one who was up here.”

You blink in surprise. You didn’t think anyone would have seen you on the upper levels, considering that the main attraction was the lavishly decorated ground floor.

“I suppose so.”

Kalim laughed, a sound filled to the brim with merriment. Throwing an arm around you, you flinched at the sudden weight. Yet the warmth spilling from his skin had your shoulders relaxing. Some of the tension coiling up in your melting away, quite against your will.

Does this person have no sense of danger at all? Despite your initial goal, you couldn’t help but grow exasperated at Kalim’s seemingly blind trust for what might just be a complete stranger. The annoyance bit at you, before you recoiled.

Annoyance meant investment. Emotional investment in someone you’ve been sent to harm, to even kill, if necessary. This was literally the first time you met him.

Why did you care so much for him?

Kalim’s voice rung out once more, the boyish glee a sweet melody within your ears.

“I was the only one looking up today. Didn’t see that many stars, but I saw you. All alone up there…

Well, I suppose that means that you were my star!”

Your heart collapsed within itself. Plunging into the deep, dark depths of your gut. Somehow, the story of Incarus and the sun flowed into your mind. A boy, drunk on his own power flew too near to the sun. Faced with all the light from the sun itself, he fell towards the earth once more.

Kalim’s… brightness stunned you. Melted your half-baked wings of malice and sent you tumbling, falling onto the ground. Stripping you of everything and just… rendering you as you were.

Not an assassin. Just… you.

With trembling hands, you force your hands into your pockets. Whipping out a dagger quickly before thrusting it towards him. Every movement flustered, clumsy. Forcing yourself to charge towards him before you lost your nerve.

Finnally. You had the upper hand. Shoving Kalim towards the railing, having the blade of your dagger pressed flushed against his throat. Breaths shaky, staring at Kalim with all the fear of an animal shoved into a corner.

Only for him to reach out to you. Cupping your face with the palm of his hands, the slightest hint of callouses brushing against your cheek.

Only for him to look up at you so tenderly, so softly. Lips parting slowly, gentle voice ringing out loud and clear, in the dark of night.

“Great Seven. You are beautiful.”

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akiology · 7 months

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hello! i adire your writing style, it brings a smile to my face 🩷

i was wondering if i could rq a yusuke x reader one-shot? i honestly don't mind any prompt, just the fluffiest thing you can think of when it comes to the guy.

thank you, and i hope you're doing well! — 🎀

Love, Love, Love || Yusuke Kitagawa x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k Summary: Yusuke reminisces on the beginning of your relationship. Note: I'm sorry this took so long, sweetheart! I am gonna be honest with you, Yusuke is my absolute favorite so I was really happy when I got this ask! But then the perfectionist in me came out since this IS Yusuke.... I had around 3 drafts until I settled on this one... Hopefully you like it!

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. There was no need for it, honestly. This does not mean he does not experience love, he absolutely does. His love for the arts, and life. He looks out to the crowd and thinks that everyone has backstory, or a page in their book that they cannot tell. He thinks that humanity, despite all their flaws and vices, are inspiring. With hope there is desire, one of the things he learned as a Phantom Thief.

Of course, not every person is ‘good’. But he can understand that with beauty comes vice. And that people are not necessarily evil, there are just those that had difficult circumstances. And then there are those who merely succumbed without trying to do any better.

Yusuke has experienced love, both for his craft and for his fellow Phantom Thieves. Whenever he looks at the Sayuri, he feels the love he has for his mother, and the love his mother had for him. When he looks out at the world, he feels empathy and understanding for their individual experiences. But whether he has experienced love for another, in the romantic sense, is something he cannot answer.

Until now.

He looks behind his canvas, and he sees you preparing him a meal. You were currently playing your favorite music in a low volume, and slightly dancing to the beat. Your hair was in a disarray, but he did not care in the slightest. Yusuke absolutely loves and adores you. He holds his hands up, jutting out his pointer fingers and thumbs, ‘framing’ you.

You were, and still is, his favorite inspiration.

He thinks back to the first time he met you, it was a chance encounter. He was hanging by the underground walkway of the Shibuya train station, people-watching just before he got home. He was looking for inspiration, but today the gods seem to be playful and are preventing him from making the masterpiece he wishes to create.

He sighed deeply, and was about to put his sketchpad back into his bag, when he suddenly felt the weight of another person in his side and dropped his materials. He was able to balance his weight before he could fall face-first onto the earth. You, however, were not as fortunate.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he crouched down to help you up on your feet. You stood up with his help, trying to get your bearings.

"Y-yeah..." you finally answered, and Yusuke gathered his sketchpad and pencil. When he stood up again, you apologized to him.

He was about to accept your apology and tell you to be more careful next time, but when your eyes met his words got stuck in his throat.

You were breathtaking.

And he swears that if he looked into your eyes, he would get lost in it.

You seemed to take his silence the wrong way, and you started fidgeting while offering more apologies. Yusuke finally cleared his throat, "May I paint you?"

It was out of place, and Yusuke quickly explained his situation. He briefly remembers what happened with Ann, and he wished not to come off as a pervert. It seems his explanation was sufficient, and you agreed. Sadly you were busy today, so you exchanged numbers for next time.

The next time you meet each other, it was during the afternoon, on a Sunday in Inokashira Park. The sun was a little forgiving, and along with the shade of the trees it gave off a cool and peaceful vibe. The birds sang a tune, and for a moment it felt like you were in a movie as you leaned against the railings.

Yusuke, on the other hand, is stuck between getting his sketchpad from his bag or looking at you a little while longer.

When you finally turned to look at him, he was snapped out of his thoughts and decided to take out his materials.

“Um, so… how should I pose?”

Yusuke contemplated for a moment, and at that exact moment you tilted your head a bit and the sun hit your face just right. You were ethereal, as if he was looking at a painting.

“Face towards the river, but position your head to the side. Put both your hands on the railing on both sides,” Yusuke instructed, and sat on a nearby bench to get started. For a while, no words were exchanged between the two of you. The chirping of the birds, the light sway of the trees with the gust of wind, the faraway conversations, and the sound of charcoal against paper was all that could be heard. It feels oddly comforting.

You look to your side, trying to stay still as much as possible. You see Yusuke, who would glance at you every once in a while. Some stray hair has fallen over his face. You think for a second that if he weren’t the artist, he would be the one that was being drawn. He is very beautiful.

You think back on a few days ago, your first encounter. You honestly do not know why you easily agreed to being his model, perhaps because he has this air around him? Like, he is not capable of lying, or any malicious actions. It sounds a bit naive, but it feels like you could trust him, with your life even.

After holding the pose for five minutes, you start feeling restive. You did not know what to do, would he get mad if you asked for a break?

As if on cue, you hear him clearing his throat, “Let us take a break,” he says. You internally did a sigh of relief. You stretched and wiggled your fingers, then proceeded to sit beside him albeit with a little bit of space in between the both of you.

He was quiet, but not in a brooding or anti-social way. More like an observer, who is appreciating the scenery in front of him. You decided to start a conversation to get to know him more.

“So, Yusuke, was it? Which school do you attend?”

“Kosei High School,” he briefly says, then adjusted so he could slightly face you. “How about you?”

You answer, and the both of you talk for a while. He talks about how Sayuri inspired him to want to make an art piece just like it. He also talks about how he seeks to capture the sense of beauty it portrays, and how he wishes he could encapsulate how much it inspired him and in a sense, evoke the same feeling in others.

You find yourself admiring him while he speaks. His voice holds your attention, and if he were to say even the most boring things, you just might listen.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt something wet touch your cheek. And then another, and another. Yusuke looks up and grabs your wrist, “Let us take cover.”

You entered a nearby store, taking cover from the sudden rain. Yusuke felt a little disappointed at this outcome, but at least the both of you were able to find shelter right away.

“I apologize for this,” Yusuke says. You were confused. “I have been known to bring rain,” he says lightheartedly.

You smile and shake your head. “No biggie. Although this puts an early end to your drawing.”

“That’s true. May I see you again?”

You blushed. He did not mean it that way, but hearing him say that feels like you were in a teen fiction, “Sure!”

After a while, Yusuke was able to finish his drawing. He got high marks on it, and told you all about it. Even after its completion, you and Yusuke remain in touch. You would each greet each other at the start of the day and end the day with a ‘good night’ from each other. And every Sunday, you would meet up at Inokashira Park, catching up while people-watching. Almost like an unspoken tradition between the both of you.

One Sunday, you were telling Yusuke a funny story that occurred to you recently and you cannot help but feel uneasy as his eyes were trained on you. He was paying close attention, and he never looked away as you told your story.

“Don’t look at me like that… “ You bring your hand up to your face, hoping to cover up your red-tinted cheeks.

Yusuke tilted his head a bit, “Hm? Like what?”

“I don’t know… like that,” you struggle to explain, and Yusuke’s eyes are on you again. It feels like he could see the deepest parts of you, the parts of you that you hide away, “THAT. Like how you are looking at me right now, and.. while I was telling my story… If you keep doing that, I might think I’m beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he answers with no hesitation.

You feel your cheeks flaring up, and you turn away to calm yourself. “Th-thank you…”

“Yusuke! Food is ready!” He was snapped out of his thoughts when he hears you calling out to him. He was back in the present time, in front of his canvas. He shakes his head, and puts back his brush on the table beside him. He stood up and stretched.

As you are preparing the table, you feel Yusuke’s weight on your back and his arms around you. “Hello darling.”

“Hi Yusuke,” you giggled.

He gives you a quick kiss on the cheeks, and another behind your ear, and another on your jawline, and finally stopping on your shoulder. “I love you,” he says with so much weight and sincerity.

“I love you too. Will you help me set the table?”

He proceeds to grab the plates, and helps in putting the food down. When you both finish, you give Yusuke a quick kiss. He smiled, and grabbed one of your hands to place on his shoulder. He holds the other, and situated his free hand behind your back. He starts humming a tune, and leads your feet to the beat.

You chuckled, “What has gotten to you today?”

Yusuke smiled, “I simply enjoy my time with you. I am at my happiest when I am with you.” You place your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Yusuke felt like his heart was thrashing against his ribs.

“I feel the same way.”

For the longest time, romantic love was not really a part of Yusuke’s vocabulary. That is, until he met you.

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