#kvro's fics

[kvrokasaa]

omg i was js thinking abt timeskip kaiser, a renowed pro football player, attending some celebrity event and seeing his mother there SKDJEK 🫨 can you plspls make it a short angsty(?) story w a happy ending pls our boy deserves it :(

take care <3

I tried to make it as angsty as I could, but I probably just made a comfort fic, I'm sorry!

Cw: mention of food, mentions of mother's leaving, kaiser being sad, crying, comfort, angst(?), happy ending, comforting kaiser helps cope with the recent chapter :(, not proofread, 1.5k words

“I seriously don’t know how you do it,” you whisper over to Kaiser, your voice trailing off to a quiet giggle. A smile reaches his face when he hears your giggle, you never fail to brighten his mood. “Do what, meine liebe?” He questions, the pet name rolls off his tongue with such ease, that you’re sure he practices saying it every day.

“I don’t know how you manage to attend these events and functions all the time. It’s my first time and it’s so tiring already,” you hum, grabbing a strawberry covered in chocolate. “At least there’s good food,” you finish. 

Kaiser snorts quietly. That’s what got you to come in the first place. He almost begged you to come with him, but every time he asked he was met with your quick ‘no.’ So, like the man he is, he went to underhanded tactics. He promised to get you good food, and promised that there’ll be really good food there.

You’re thankful that he didn’t lie.

“It’s about keeping up with appearances, meine liebe.” His arm circles around your waist when he sees some nobody looking at you with obvious intentions. “Do you think if I didn’t blow so much money on these stupid things people would still respect me? No. I have to come to these to show people that I’m richer and better than they will ever be.” You almost wanted to roll your eyes. But would it really be Kaiser if he didn’t say something super egotistical?

He chuckles when he sees how close you are to rolling your eyes. Although most of his words were false, some of them were true. If he didn’t come to these and spend so much money, people would not respect him. The world truly is in his hands.

“Okay you goof, I have to use the restroom,” you pressed your hands against his chest as you raised yourself onto your tiptoes. “Make sure to stuff some of that food into my purse when I’m gone.” You joked.

Kaiser followed you with his eyes while you walked to the end of the ridiculously big room for the bathroom. His eyes show everything, especially his love and adoration for you. He laughs a little as he turns his attention back to the speaker. 

But something catches his eye. A slightly tall woman, with blond hair but almost gray now, no. That’s not what makes Kaiser freeze in his spot, that’s not what makes his heart beat ten times faster. It’s the unmistakable red eyeliner. 

Anyone could apply red eyeliner, he tries to reason with himself. Kaiser tries his best to divert his attention back to the speaker, but his eyes cannot seem to leave the woman. His gaze must have alerted the woman because the next second she is looking around for the person.

And when her eyes fall on him, he immediately panics. No way in hell. She can not be here. He must be hallucinating or something. He needs air, fresh air. Why can’t he breathe? 

Kaiser leaves the mansion as quickly as possible, trying to get away from the stuffy crowd. But just his luck, she follows him out. 

“My son, I have been looking for you.”

You leave the bathroom, with your disgust intensified. Why are rich people so weird? Couldn’t that couple have gone home? Who in their right mind would be doing that during a fundraiser? 

A sigh escapes your lips as you make your way to the crowd, ready to tell Kaiser what you just witnessed. 

But when you get back to the table of food, he’s gone. You swear that he wouldn’t just leave you, and he would’ve texted you if he moved somewhere else. Maybe he had gone to the restroom too?

After searching for a little, you end up spotting his blonde and blue hair. But you see a person standing if front of him and he isn’t moving at all. Your brows furrow in a quizzical manner, who is that?

“No.” You hear him say, it was more of a demand than anything. “You’re lying.” The woman in front of him shakes her head, a soft expression on her face. “You may think that, but we both know it’s not true.” She opens her arms, her hands awaiting his shoulders as to pull him into her embrace. 

“It’s me, your mother.” Your eyes widen, why is she here? Why did she decide to come back now of all times?

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” your tone is soft while you look at Michael, a worried expression on your face. “But Michael and I should really be going.” “Who are you?” Her soft expression never falls, almost like she got it implanted onto her face. But you can see the truth, the deception, the root of her lies. She’s only here for the spotlight. She wants to be seen as his mother, as his savior. But you know that she will only ruin him. She will only make him fall deeper into the black hole.

“Oh, I’m guessing you haven’t seen the news,” you start. You look at Michael’s mother, your soft expression immediately faltering. “I’m Michael’s fiancee. It’s very nice to meet you.” You give her a fake soft smile. You don’t want to seem too rude, but you know kindness with a person like this will only lead to your ruin.

“Ah, I thought you were his chafure. You seem awfully-” “Stop.” She turns her attention back to Michael, her faux softness resurfacing. “My dear, you seem tired. Why don’t we-” “No.” He can’t get his head around this whole situation. Why has she come back? Why did she choose now to come back? Does she want money, is that it? Maybe she just wants to be seen with him. Maybe she needs her acting career back and the only way she can get noticed is with Michael.

But he doesn’t want any of that. He tried so hard to look for her, and now she shows up out of nowhere. 

Michael feels like he’s on the verge of a breakdown. 

His mom tries to reach out again, but Michael is too preoccupied to notice. So, you step in, your body in the middle of both of them. Your glare is icy, never relenting when you see his mother’s expression falter. She seems to be caught up in her own little world. Does she not know the damage she created? How dare she walk back into his life like he owes her everything.

No, she owes him everything.

“I don’t know you, but I know of you. I know what kind of person you are and it’s fucking disgusting.” Your tone is sharp as if laced with venom, and it cuts right through her little facade. You can see the second her fake kindness leaves, and you’re left with the disgust and hatred that Kaiser should have. 

“You are not allowed to walk back into Michael’s life when it’s convenient for you. You don’t get to do that. That’s not fair to him at all. 

Do you know how many times he’s tried to find you? You don’t, do you? He’s tried almost his entire life to find you, to find some sort of comfort in his mother. But you left him. You left a child all by himself with someone neither of you could’ve trusted. 

Do you know the first thing he said to me when I first hugged him? He thanked me. He thanked me for being there, for letting him breathe. He has constant thoughts that I’m going to leave him because of your mistakes.

And if you’re a good mother, if you truly missed him, you would’ve reached out in the past and apologized for everything. But you didn’t.

So no. I’m sorry, but not. You do not get to walk back into Michael’s life right now. He can reach out if and when he truly wants to. Please leave.”

Michael’s mother juts her chin up, a little huff leaving her mouth before she walks away. You truly thought that you wedged a block between Kaiser and his mother. You’re scared that if you turn around, you’ll see the hurt and betrayal across his face.

But that’s not it in the slightest. Kaiser is so proud to be called yours at this moment. He’s so very grateful to you. He has never had someone stick up for him in this way before.

Yes, he always acts as if nothing can bother him, even if he shows it on his face a little. But at this moment, he realizes that he wants to be held by you, he wants you to nurture him and to care for him. He wants to turn to you for things he has never received in his life.

Before he knows it, tears gather in his eyes, threatening to spill along his cheeks. His body moves on its own as he makes his way to you.

“Thank you,” his arms looped around your waist, his hold tightening ever so slightly. You thank the Lord that everyone has left or else everyone would see Kaiser crying and you know that he hates showing that to the world. 

You let those thoughts leave your mind, your smile growing back onto your face. “No need to thank me, my love. I meant every word and I will protect you until you’re ready to see her again.”

#Kvro's fics #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk fluff #bllk x y/n #bllk kaiser #bllk angst #bllk #blue lock kaiser #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #bluelock #bllk spoilers

[murasakiyuzu]

kvro-o replied to your post:

tfw reading a fic in which kuroo is trying to win...

omg may I ask what fic ur reading?

this one (im halfway through yet bc i HAD to sleep but im rly having a blast)

heed the tags tho, kuroken is not the main pairing. if u like the pairings, tho, go for it. its a rly fun read -v-

#oikawa makes me so embarrassed bc i cant imagine being this carefree in having people give me things lmao #kvro-o #replies #mumbling yuzu #fic talk

[kuro-ken]

Can you do kuroken fic recs? I’m new to the fandom so 🤷🏻‍♀️

im bad at recs coz i don’t go on ao3 much anymore but my friend here has loads of recs for you >> http://kvro-o.tumblr.com/tagged/fic-rec

#asks #also welcome to the fandom!! #sorry i took so long to reply..been busy with work as usual

[paintbrushyy]

rules: answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. Tagged by: @aagapes ty

1. coke or Pepsi: COKE!!!

2. Disney or DreamWorks: Dreamworks (How to Train Your Dragon is like my fave movie ever) 

3. Coffee or tea: Tea!!

4. Books or movies: Um I used to read a lot of books and watch a lot of movies but then my life became overrun with Tumblr and anime (Haikyuu!!) and now I don't do either very often.  

5. Windows or mac: Mac

6. Dc or marvel: Marvel because I love Spider-Man and the characters are more dynamic and interesting. 

7. Xbox or PlayStation: Um I don't play video games but I used to watch them, so like either work as long as the game is cool. (yeah IDK) 

8. Dragon age or mass effect: I don't even understand what this is asking, but apparently according to google they're video games so neither?? I don't know games. 

9. Night owl or early riser: Night Owl and early riser, (early being like 7:30, 9:30) I love the night, the darkness is so calming and no one bothers you. 

10. Cards or chess: Chess, though I haven't played in a while.

11. Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate!!!!!!!!!!

12. Vans or converse: Converse!!! They're my shit!!!!

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: WHAT???

14. Fluff or angst: It depends; as a reader, I love fluff, but as a writer, I enjoy torturing my reader with the heart-wrenching angst that kills you, it's the most fun to write!!! So um both????

15. Beach or forest: Forest!!!

16. Dogs or cats: Cats!!! But I also love dogs if they don't bark too much. 

17. Clear skies or rain: Rain!!!!!

18. Cooking or eating out: Eating out, cause I get to dress up and talk to people at the table!!!

19. Spicy or mild food: Spicy!!!

20. Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: Halloween!!!!!

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold!! 

22. If you could have a superpower what would it be: Shap-Shifting/being a mermaid (it's been my dream since I was 6) 

23. Animation or live action: Animation!!!

24. Paragon or renegade: UUUUHHHHH???? IDK. 

25. Bath or shower: Baths cause I can watch Netflix while I soak!!!

26. Team cap or team Ironman: Ironman!!!

27. Fantasy or sci-fi: Fantasy

28. Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they: I can only name two but here they are... 

1. "Look back not in anger nor forward in fear but around you in awareness." - James Thurber (The last time I looked this up it was from someone else so I am very confused now) 

2. "Art is to console those who are broken by life" - Vincent Van Gogh 

29. YouTube or Netflix: Netflix

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: I'm not really a fan of either but HP is more of my kind of plot dynamic so yeah, HP. 

31. When do you feel accomplished: When I've finished an art piece/fic

32. Star wars or star trek: Star Wars

33. Paperback books or hardcover books: Kindle??????

34. Fantastic beasts or cured child: I haven't seen either. 

35. Rock or pop music: Ummm both?? I listen to a lot of things. 36. Rock, Paper, Siccors GO!: Rock!!!

My question is silly!!!!

tagging - @dininodiniyes , @daisho-u , @kvro-o , @blackcatwithpuddinghead @soft-kenma

Didn’t tag a lot because IDK I'm really tired and can’t think after so many questions!!! Hope you all don’t mind me tagging you guys it’s because I love you!!! If I didn’t tag you I have like a shit memory and it hurts at the moment but I still love you !!!!!!!!!!!! Answer if you want even if your not tagged!!! 

#tag game #I feel bad for not tagging a lot #but my head hurts #ducky answers

[kvrokasaa]

The Morning After

Includes: Isagi, Otoya, Reo, Chigiri, and Rin

Cw: Suggestive, Reo's mentions reader's hair being kinda long, not proofread. 1.4k words

Yoichi wakes up to the soft glare of the sun filtering through the blinds. He blinks a few times, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. The events of last night come rushing back to him - the laughter, the touches, the connection. He turns his head slightly and sees you lying next to him, still peacefully asleep.

A soft, almost inaudible chuckle leaves his lips while he takes in the serenity of the scene. Your hair is sprawled out on the pillow, your arms clutching the poor thing for dear life.

Cute.

Carefully, Isagi slips out of bed, trying not to wake you. He stretches, feeling the pleasant soreness from last night's activities. He moves quietly, deciding to make coffee and prepare a simple breakfast. As he waits for the coffee, he glances back towards the bedroom, his thoughts drifting. Last night felt different than any other one-night stand. It felt special. There was a connection between you both. It makes him feel both excited and nervous about what could come next.

You stir awake at the smell of coffee - the aroma drawing you out of your slumber. You stretch and sit up, the blanket slipping down to your waist.

You notice Isagi in the kitchen - with no shirt on - making breakfast and coffee. You could almost drool at the sight. "Morning," you say softly, your voice a bit raspy from all the moaning and screaming from the night before.

Isagi turns his face lighting at the sight of you in his shirt and nothing else. "Good morning," he replies, his voice gentle. "I made some coffee. Want a cup?"

You nod and reach out to grab the cup filled with coffee. Isagi speaks as you put in your desired creams and sugars. "Last night was amazing," he started, "I'd love to see where this can go." And of course, you have no other answer than yes.

You wake up with a start, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. As the events from last night come rushing back, you feel a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. You turn your head to see Otoya still asleep beside you, his face relaxed and peaceful. For a moment, you just watch him, trying to sort through your tangled thoughts and feelings.

You've known Otoya since you were kids, but his reputation as a player makes your heart ache with uncertainty. Was last night just another fleeting moment for him? Does he have a girlfriend? The doubts gnaw at you, making it hard to breathe.

Carefully, you slip out of bed, trying not to wake him. You move quietly around the room, gathering your clothes and getting dressed as quickly and silently as possible. You hope to leave before he wakes up, to spare yourself any potential heartbreak.

Just as you reach the door, you hear a rustle behind you. You freeze, your heart pounding.

"Leaving so soon?" Otoya's voice is soft, but it startles you. You turn to see him standing behind you, his eyes half-open but focused on you. "I-I should go," you stammer, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry, I just..." You trail off.

"I'm scared. You have a reputation and I don't want to get hurt. What if you have another girl? What if last night didn't mean anything to you?" You voice your thoughts. It's a drawl, you think. Either your friendship is ruined forever, or you let him break your heart in silence.

He steps closer, his eyes searching yours. "I've known you since childhood, you think I'd use you like that?" His voice is soft, filled with seriousness you rarely hear from him. You don't respond. You know that he wouldn't do that, don't you?

"Last night wasn't just some fling. It meant everything to me. You mean everything to me. I love you." That got you to look up at him.

"But you've never said anything." "I just realized," he answers honestly. "I know that you probably don't believe me." His hand comes up to cup your cheek, "Just give me some time. Let's figure this out together."

Reo woke up with a warm sensation spreading through his chest. He blinked sleepily, his gaze shifting to the figure beside him. You looked so peaceful, your hair cascading down over the pillow in gentle waves. A soft smile curved his lips against your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone. The touch was gentle, reverent almost, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

He felt a surge of affection, a deep longing that bordered on obsession. You stirred, a small sound escaping your lips, and he couldn't help but smile wider. Being this close to you, sharing these intimate moments, filled with a sense of contentment he hadn't known before.

Your bodies are entwined, fitting together like puzzle pieces. He traced patterns on your skin, each touch a silent declaration of his affection.

As you both exchanged whispered words and soft laughter, he couldn't help but marvel at the connection you both share. It's more than the physical attraction; it's a bond that transcends words, a silent understanding that you belong together.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in each other, forgetting the outside world exists. In this moment, all that matters is the warmth from your skin, the rhythm of your breaths syncing in perfect harmony.

Reo knows he's falling deeper, that this isn't just a fleeting attraction. You've become his everything, a beacon of light in his dull world. And as you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion, he couldn't help but feel grateful for every moment with you.

As the morning light filters through the curtains, Chigiri finds himself waking up next to you. The memories of last night flood back, filling him with a warm sense of contentment. He can't help but smile as he recalls how you finally confessed your feelings to him, through drunken words and moans.

Your peaceful sleeping face is a sight to behold, and he can't resist reaching out to gently brush a strand of your hair away. The way you sleepily smile makes his heart race with affection. It's moments like this that make him realize just how much he cares for you.

As he lies there, basking in the afterglow of your shared intimacy, he can't help but reflect on how far you've both come. From the first day you helped him with his leg injury to volunteering to monitor and do regular check-ups at Blue Lock, your bond has only grown stronger.

He knows this is just the beginning of something intimate between you two. With you by Chigiri's side, he feels like he can conquer anything. And as he watches you stir awake, a smile playing on your lips, he knows that he wouldn't want it any other way.

As the morning sun filters through the curtains, you find yourself waking up beside Rin. The soft warmth of his body against yours reminds you of the night before, where passion and tenderness intertwined in a dance only lovers could understand.

Rin stirs beside you, his eyes fluttering to meet yours. There's a moment of hesitation, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions between you. Then, with a gentle smile, he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"You're still here," he murmurs, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and relief.

You nod your head, not knowing if you should leave or not. "Yeah." Rin immediately notices your tone mixed with uncertainty and hesitation. "I know I said some things before...about you distracting me from soccer," he begins, his gaze searching yours for understanding.

Your eyes trail down to his hand, his fingers climbing onto your hand. "You're passionate about soccer, Rin. I know that. But you don't get to shut out everything else. We can find a balance."

He exhales slowly as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. "I want that, too." He admits, pulling you closer into a warm embrace.

The room is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing and gentle rustles of movement as Rin lays his head on your chest. He hums in contentment when he hears the sound of your heartbeat. And with each shared whisper of love and longing, it becomes clear that despite his initial reluctance, he's fully committed to making things work between you.

#kvro's fics #bllk x you #blue lock #bllk fluff #bllk smut #bllk isagi #rin itoshi #otoya eita #bllk otoya #otoya x reader #blue lock otoya #isagi x y/n #blue lock isagi #isagi fluff #isagi x you #isagi x reader #blue lock rin #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi fluff #rin itoshi smut #rin itoshi x reader #chigiri smut #chigiri hyoma #chigiri x reader #bllk chigiri #bllk reo #mikage reo x reader #reo smut #reo x reader

[kvrokasaa]

Depression Arc

cw: depression, the use of the word hate a lot, reader is basically a people pleaser in this, comfort(?), 1.0k words.

You hate being labeled as a burden. You hate it so much. But you have no way to express this hatred to anyone because if you do they’ll ask how you’re a burden. Then you’ll go into a rant and slowly you’ll begin to realize that this person who you felt so comfortable sharing anything with, is losing interest and you’re becoming a burden.

You hate being labeled as a burden, but you’ve never been labeled as a burden. Only your mind has called you a burden. So maybe, maybe the sighs, the eyes darting anywhere but to yours, and the interruptions–maybe they’re not viewing you as a burden.

But what if they are?

So, that’s one of the many reasons why you stick to yourself. Sure, you let a few words of how you’re feeling slip here and there. But you never allow yourself to rant to anyone, even if this person told you that they want you to confide in them. You don’t want to confide in them.

It took you over seven years to confide in your therapist, why would you confide in someone who’s not being paid to listen to you?

You keep your head down at school, you never purposefully bring attention to yourself. 

You hate being called annoying. It’s one of your worst fears. You hate hearing the sighs, you hate seeing people turn their heads, you hate seeing people look at their friends and laugh. One would label you as socially anxious, or just not a social person in general. And maybe you would agree, maybe you would laugh it off and say ‘Yeah, that’s probably the problem.’ But you know that’s not the problem. It’s part of the problem, but not the entire problem.

You just hate being called annoying. You hate when everyone stares at you. Your mother would tell you that they’re jealous of how outgoing you are, but you know that now they have laughing material with their friends. 

You hate being called lazy. You work your ass off almost every day, even in the dead of summer when it’s so fucking hot out. But the second you sit down, people call you lazy and say you never do anything. 

But most of all, you hate how you still smile at these people. You hate how you can’t gather the courage to tell these people what’s on your mind. You wish you could scream at them, pull your hair, cry–anything, you wish you could do anything. But one wrong move, one wrong breath, and these people–or rather this person–will blow up on you. They’ll get so mad at you, make you feel pathetic and useless. And then you’ll feel crazy because you’ve always loved this person, why are you hating them now?

But now, every day is getting harder and harder. It’s the same things over and over again. Get up, go to school, come home, and cry. Well, you don’t cry every day, but you wish you could.

You know everyone can see how tired you are. You know it. You wish these people would ask if you’re okay. But you also wish they won’t because you know once they do, you’ll break down; you hate attention. 

“You okay?” At first, you thought it was just in your imagination. You almost berated yourself for being so desperate for attention. But the warmth, the weight, of his hand on your shoulder made you realize that, no this isn’t fake. Someone actually looked at you and realized that you weren’t okay.

“Yeah,” you provided a faux smile.

“I don’t believe you.”

Four words. Fifteen letters. That’s all it took for you to break. A little piece of glass, but that little piece caused the other pieces to break. 

You never thought those words would be the ones to break you. But here you are, your hand cupping your mouth, tears streaming down your face. You’re trying so desperately to hide your emotions. You’ve tried. But four fucking words later and you’re crouched on the library floor crying.

You’re sure he wasn’t even asking about your depression. You’re sure he was asking about earlier when you tripped on your way through the doors. But you so desperately needed to hear those words. You did, and you know it.

It’s comical, really. The way his face immediately contorts to one of confusion. All this situation needs is a little question mark to appear over his head. “That bad, huh?”

God, and he wasn’t even talking about the trip. He actually meant the depression. 

Wait. Are you burdening him? No, you shouldn’t cry about this. You shouldn’t let someone see this side of you so easily.

But the words slipped out like your mouth was laced with butter. “I’m so tired.” There’s no fake happiness, no cheerfulness in your voice. Nothing but a small sob lets him know that you really mean it. “I don’t know what to do, I’m so tired.” You don’t even have the energy to scream or anything.

And although you’re in the library, you know you could scream the words. This is your afternoon job, in a way, you stack the books with him, and no one else but you two are around.

Warmth consumes you. His jacket’s draped around your back. Although it’s so hot outside and the AC is barely working, you feel so….nice. 

“God, this is stupid.” Your hands come up to wipe your tears. But another action from the man behind you halts you. His hat is placed on your head.

“It’s not stupid. Stop downplaying your emotions. It’s stupid that you just laugh things off when they impact you so much.” You almost want to cry again. He’s noticed this much? How? “Just go home, do whatever you want.”

You don’t think twice when you lift yourself off the floor. Ready to leave this embarrassing moment. “But hey,” he calls out before you leave. “I better see you tomorrow. No quitting.”

You don’t know if you finally found something to wake up to, but you know for a fact that his words bring a small but real smile to your lips.

a/n: this is basically me rn lol

#Kvro's fics #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #bllk fluff #haikyuu #haikyū!! #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #bllk angst #light angst #blue lock angst #haikyuu angst to fluff #angst #jjk angst #angst with a happy ending

[kvrokasaa]

Pt 5: Alone time.

It’s been a week since you and Otoya almost kissed, you haven’t been able to look at him since, too afraid that he’ll say something. You wish that you didn’t let Otoya in that night, always contemplating the what-ifs of the situation created by your drunken state. But after overthinking, your brain goes back to the one scenario you don’t want to ever happen: what if you never moved here?

Even though you’ve only known Karasu for a few months, you can’t imagine your life without him. You may be selfish for thinking this way, but you seriously cannot let Karasu out of your life, you’ll only let go if he asks you to. But you don’t believe that he’ll ask you that, even if he likes a different girl. He only sees you as a friend, and if this girl feels threatened by you, you’ll just smile and show her that you have no plans to act out your thoughts.

So, thanks to all these thoughts, you decided to distance yourself from the two chaotic men in your life. You may have gone a little far by staying with your old roommates, but you don’t want to see the men. You know that you have to see them eventually–they could easily show up to your job–but you don’t plan on seeing them anytime soon. Not until you’re ready.

However, the universe seems to looking down at you–or maybe you’re just gaining amnesia at an early age–because you forgot to pack essentials for staying at someone’s house for a while. And yes, you could very easily use your ex-roommates stuff, or even go to the store and buy new things. But you have your stuff, and you’re positive that Karasu and Otoya are at football practice (no, you’re not keeping tabs on them or stocking their socials). 

You don’t have amnesia yet, the universe is just looking down at you. How do you know this, some people may ask. The main man that you’re trying to avoid is standing right in front of you. 

His arms are above your head, but low enough that you know you can’t leave. Even if you did try to leave, you know that he’d be faster than you. You just stand there, hands to your side and eyes facing the ground. You’re scared of looking at him, will he be mad, hurt, or betrayed? What if it’s all three? 

“You’re ignoring me,” his voice cracks; that urges you to look up. He looks hurt, his blue eyes swimming with confusion. You shake your head, attempting to deny the obvious. His hand moves from the wall to your jaw, keeping it locked in place. “Don’t lie to me,” his eyes harden for a second before returning to the hurt look. “Please,” you see him physically flinch from the way his voice cracks again. 

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not,” you avoid eye contact with him. “I have no reason to ignore you,” you lie. “I’m just staying with a friend because she needs me,” you lie again.

“Wait-”

“I mean, why would I even attempt to ignore you? What’s the point?”

“Y/n.” You look up, your mouth stops forming words when you see the way he looks down at you, anger. “You fucking moved out and didn’t tell me?” He narrows his eyes, the betrayal obvious. “Is that why you haven’t been answering your door? Do you know how many times I knocked? How many times I wanted to bust down that door and make sure you’re fine?” His voice gradually gets louder with every word to the point where he’s almost yelling at the end.

“I’m sorry,” you stutter. You don’t know what to make of this. The man you like is losing his composure, what could you do in a situation like this? His hand squeezes on your jaw, lifting your head so that you’re looking at him. “It’s okay. As long as you’re fine.” His other hand comes down to your waist, his thumb smoothing delicate circles. 

“I’m fine,” you start, unsure how you could tell him what happened. “I…I almost kissed Otoya!” You blurt out. You couldn’t handle it anymore, you had to tell him. You’re scared now more than ever–he just showed you his vulnerability and now you’re confessing that you almost kissed his best friend. A chuckle rips you out of your thoughts. “You think I don’t know that?” Your brows furrow, he knows? How long has he known?

“Otoya told me,” Karasu says, if it weren’t for the timing, you would ask if he could read minds. “Wait, is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” His tone is lighter and carries less tension now that he knows he didn’t do anything wrong. You tilt your head in confusion, “Are you not mad? Why not? I almost kissed your best friend. I would’ve expected you to..hate me.” You confess your thoughts. Have you been driving yourself crazy over nothing this entire week?

He chuckles again, “God you’re so cute,” he whispers. You try not to think too much about the complement, at least you try not to. But it’s hard when he places his hand on the small of your back, his hand that was once on your jaw moves up to your cheek. You almost let yourself get lost in his touch, you almost close your eyes when he leans in, his nose almost touching yours. 

"They're for a girl," "Karasu won't shut up about her, and I convinced him to buy her flowers."

You’re reminded of the day that you now dread. You pull away from him, almost immediately missing his warmth. You can’t seem to look him in the eye, only facing the ground.

You seem to miss the hurt that flashes over Karasu’s eyes. He wishes to pull you back into his embrace, but he knows that he shouldn’t force you into anything. So, he lets his arms fall to his side. “Did I do something?” He itches to hold your face, force you to look up at him. 

You shake your head. “No, I just…” A sigh escapes your mouth and your hands come up, pressing them against his chest. You’re tempted to clench your fists around his shirt, to pull him closer, but you know that you shouldn’t. Ever since he has walked into your life, you’ve felt tons of emotions. But the main one is hurt. Karasu Tabito is bad for you.

But you don’t know how to tell him that. “I need to be alone.” You rush to your door, trying to make it quick before Karasu tries to stop you again. 

“Are you going to leave again?” No answer. “When will I see you again?” You keep your mouth shut. A sigh leaves Karasu’s mouth. It seems that he gave up because you heard him walk off.

“Fine, then I’ll wait for you.”

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Hi, I'm sorry but do you perhaps have some kuroken fic recs? Ps. Love your blog

thank you!! and sorry i haven’t read fanfiction in a while actually, you should consult @kvro-o for kuroken fic recs she has heaps!!!