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Eggnog still sounds good

Eggnog Adventure (Katsuki Bakugou x Gn!Reader)

Part of the 12 days of Christmas Event!

Summary: You and Bakugou are close friends, but recently, you both have entered a grey area, and neither of you have talked about it. What's better than cookies and eggnog to put pressure on the situation? (Featuring Izuku-my love)

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: Inneundos (bc tension is everything), language (bc Bakugou)

“If you burn them I’ll literally kill you.”

“Over cookies? That’s pretty intense, don’t ya think Ka-chan?” you say.

“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou groans. You smile, and you peek at Midoriya, who’s artfully hiding a grin behind his palm. “I see you fucking smiling, you piece of shit.”

“Wha, what? No I’m not!” Midoriya defends.

You chuckle as you crouch down, now face level with the oven. Switching on the light, you glance at the soft little cookie dough balls spaced out evenly on the sheet. Looks good.

“We should get started on the egg nog, dontcha think?” You ask.

You were in charge of preparing some dishes for a holiday party for 1-A. Sato was baking… well, almost everything. And you felt terrible, so you offered to help out. You didn’t think you were doing much, you just agreed to help with cookies and eggnog, and so Midoriya and Bakugou agreed to stick around for the process.

You hand the eggs over to Midoriya, “Deku-kun, can you separate the yolks and the whites? I just need the yokes.”

“Sure,” he responds with a smile. You don’t miss the scowl that crosses Bakugou’s face.

“Don’t fuck it up, Deku,” he snarls.

“I’m sure Y/N-chan will ask you to help somehow,” Deku offers, completely sidestepping the insult. He’s well aware of Bakugou’s inner monologue, just as you were. Why’d Y/N ask him and not me? Bakugou is thinking, almost guaranteed.

Unfortunately, Midoriya’s attempted comfort came off much more condescending than intended.

“Tsk, I don’t need Y/N to tell me to do anything. I’m going back upstairs.” Bakugou jumps out of his seat and starts walking until you call to him.

“Actually, Katsuki-kun, I was hoping you’d be able to watch me while I make it. I know you’re better in the kitchen than I am, so your advice would be really helpful.”

Midoriya turns to watch as Bakugou freezes in his tracks. Bakugou hates when you call him Ka-Chan, and it’s abundantly clear he loves when you call him by his first name. He’d never admit it, but you and Midoriya have seen how he absolutely falls apart when you call to him like that. He’s never refused you thus far.

And he doesn’t refuse you this time either. “Tsk, fine, I’ll help you only because I know how helpless you’d be otherwise.” He tugs his chair closer to you, watching as you slowly mix the cream, milk, and nutmeg over the stove burner.

Once Midoriya separates the yolks and slides them over to you, you whisk in the sugar. Bakugou watches you vigilantly with a feigned bored expression, but you didn’t expect much else. He’s been quiet, which you assume to mean you’re doing everything right so far.

But this was the hard part. Tempering the eggs. With a giant ladle, you spoon some of the simmering milk into the egg mixture, and then whisk as intensely as you can. You hear a disapproving “tsk” from your left.

“You have to whisk it harder,” Bakugou growls. You pause, and then try again. “More aggressively than that.” You say nothing, pausing, and then trying once more. “No! That’s still not hard enough!” You flinch. A silence takes over the room for a few moments.

You hear Midoriya shift, and you look up to see him opening his mouth to say something, but he’s cut off when you hear Bakugou sigh heavily.

You turn to look at him, his head dropped and shoulders curled in as he approaches you. “Can I show you? How?” He asks, his tone much more controlled, calm and hesitant.

“Sure,” you say, stepping away from the bowl.

He freezes, glances at Midoriya, and then sighs again. “No, I want you to hold it.”

“Oh, okay,” you respond, grabbing the bowl with your one hand and the whisk with your other. You turn to look at him, watching as he shifts out of your field of vision, standing directly behind you. “Is it okay if I just, do it with you?” He asks in a hushed tone. You feel your face flush, but you respond, “that’s fine by me.” You watch with bated breath as his hands and arms come into view. He grabs the bowl, placing his hand next to yours. His other hand grabs onto the back of your hand that holds the whisk. He guides your hand, showing you how to whisk the mixture with less movement and more force.

He spoons another ladle-full of milk into the eggs, whisking quicker this time. You try not to gasp when he pulls the bowl closer to you both and unintentionally presses his body against yours, trying to gain leverage over the bowl.

“You don’t wanna risk scrambling the eggs with the warmth, you know,” he says lowly into your ear. “Sorry for, yelling at you earlier, by the way. I didn’t think you were listening to me and got a bit…upset.”

You noticed it a few months ago. Whenever you and Bakugou were together, he’d start saying the softest, kindest things. They weren’t kind in the way that Midoriya was kind, you note. But they were kind in the way he said them. He’s started apologizing more, he’s explained his motives, he’s expressed care, even if it was with blunt or harsh words.

It was a bit different when other people were around, he was more nervous or a bit quieter, sometimes you thought he was ignoring you even. But when it was just you two, he’d soften up. You hated it. You hated that it was inconsistent between public and private spaces and you hated the way you were slowly falling for him. You’d been meaning to ask him about it, but truth be told, for the past month or so, you had been kind of ghosting him when he asked for one on one time. Even now, when Bakugou volunteered to come keep you company, you asked Midoriya to come, too. You thought that would convince Bakugou to not show up. And if he did, you were convinced that he wouldn’t be soft with you.

But here he is. Subtly caressing your hand as he helped you whisk the eggs, whispering an apology into your ear.

You glance up to see how Midoriya’s watching you two. He’s supposedly drawing in his book, but you see the way he’s smiling.

Midoriya’s well aware of all your feelings for Bakugou. You confided in him because he’s one of your best friends, sure, but also because he knew Bakugou better than anyone else. He’s been pushing you to make a move on Bakugou, saying that it’d fix all your problems, but you were too nervous to do it. You’d tell him, the opportunity’s never presented itself.

With the mixing done, and only having to pour in the egg-milk mix over the stove until the eggnog thickens, you watch from the corner of your eye as Bakugou leans against the counter behind you both. His face is red, his hands are buried in his pockets, his eyes averted. This is definitely an opportunity. And with your wingman around, subtly giving you a thumbs up, you feel reassured in your decision.

Taking the egg nog off the heat and mixing in the vanilla, you look up at Midoriya. He looks at you and then nods.

“I’ll be back, I have to, ah, use the bathroom,” Midoriya announces.

“Who the fuck asked,” Bakugou retorts, but his eyes widen a bit as the realization sets in - this would be the first time you two were alone together in a month or so.

Once Midoriya walks out, you’re still tending to the eggnog while Bakugou adjusts the way he leans against the counter behind you, his forearms resting on the granite while his legs are stretched out in front of him. It’s silent.

You spoon a bit of warm eggnog into the ladle and spin around. “Can you taste some and tell me what you think?”

He blinks at you, and then responds, “ah, sure. Do you have any cups for me to-” before he can finish his sentence, you step towards him, entering the gap left between his stretched out legs, raising the ladle. You blow on the egg nog, cooling it down a bit more, before lifting the ladle to your eye level, “just sip it from here.”

He takes a moment before lowering his head and sipping. He pulls away, licking his lips for any remaining eggnog that might have stuck to his face. “It’s good.”

He missed a spot, a bit of egg nog still on the corner of his lip. “Katsuki,” you whisper. Instinctually, you raise your hand to his face, letting your four fingers and palm caress the side of his face, his eyes going wide. Your thumb grazes over the corner of his lip, dragging his bottom lip a bit as you wipe off the remnants. He stares at you, entranced. Safe to say, he wasn’t expecting that.

“You, you missed some. But I’m glad you liked it.” You smile at him, mentally taking a picture of his dumbstruck facial expression.

“Y/N…”

And as he starts to speak, the oven starts to beep.

“Oh, the cookies are done,” you narrate. Grabbing some oven mitts and pulling the cookies out of the oven, you smile at the finished product, completely oblivious to the way Bakugou is staring at you with wide eyes.

“Hey, are the cookies done now?” Midoriya comes back in, eyes glancing over at you both.

“They are, they look great I think. Wanna taste test one?” you grab a fresh cookie with a napkin and walk around to Midoriya, breaking off a piece and bringing it to his lips. He bites into it, ignoring the way Bakugou glares bullets into the side of his head.

“How was the eggnog?” Midoriya asks, though he’s not really interested in the eggnog itself.

“Perfect.” You respond, well aware of what he meant.

“I helped make it, of course it was perfect.” Bakugou’s remark comes quickly, but his eyes shift from glares at Midoriya to wistful glances at you, watching as you nibble at the half of the cookie in your hand.

There’s no way he can let things continue on like this for much longer.

A/N: there'll probably be a follow up on this story later this week! if anyone cares lol.

Imma go make eggnog, if anyone wants some.

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colorseeingchick · 4 months

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I’m back :)

Caught in the Lights (Ichigo Kurosaki x Fem!Reader)

Part of the 12 days of Christmas Event!

Summary: Ichigo is resistant when it comes to putting up the Christmas tree. His father brings in reinforcements - that is, he brings you. But no one said you were gonna make the process easier...

If you want to get a better idea of the dynamic btwn Ichigo and this Y/N, feel free to read this as well.

WC: 2.2k of pure FLUFF (it's only this long because I'm obsessed with Ichigo)

Warnings: okay there are also innuendos in the fluff but fluff mostly. language.

With the temperature dropping, the levels of snow rising, and Christmas getting closer, the bickering in the Kurosaki household is getting louder.

“Ichigo, I thought I told you to put up the tree three days ago!” Ichigo’s father yells.

“I haven’t had time! And put it up yourself!” He screams as he climbs up the stairs, gunning for his room. He’d just gotten back from Urahara’s shop and he’s exhausted.

“How dare you suggest such a thing! It’s about the holiday spirit, Ichigo! It’s about doing it with others!”

It wasn’t like he disagreed. Ichigo actually agreed completely. But he’d never been one to lean into the Christmas spirit since after his mom passed. He doesn’t even understand why his dad has been trying so hard these last few years to make it a thing.

“That tree is going up one way or another, Ichigo!” And then the doorbell rings.

“Hello, Dr. Kurosaki. Thank you for inviting me over.” Ichigo freezes on the steps at the sound of your voice.

“No, Y/N, thank you soo much for coming to help us out!” His father gushes, and Ichigo hears you yelp and his father pulls you into a tight hug (this was a standard greeting, given that Ichigo’s father basically considered you family). Ichigo hears a thud, presumably something being thrown at his father’s head. “Ouch! Karin, why are you so mean to me!”

“Put Y/N down, dad, and stop being a weirdo!”

Ichigo feels the irritation pulse in his forehead. The old man is really forcing my hand, huh. Running up and tossing his backpack into his room, he comes back down to see you with Karin and Yuzu in the clinic, setting up the artificial tree. You’re wearing a deep green sweater so large that it eclipses your hands. The way you’re smiling at his sisters is a sight to behold.

“Hey,” he says, stuffing his hands into his pockets while approaching you three.

You smile back at him. “Hey.”

“Great, now that Ichigo is here, you two can take care of this,” Karin chirps, and Yuzu stands at her cue.

“Hey, where are you two going?” Ichigo asks.

“We have to clean up and make dinner,” Karin responds.

“Y/N, you’ll eat with us, right?” Yuzu asks, eyes wide.

“Of course the lovely Y/N is going to stay for dinner! It’s the least we can do for you helping us out,” Ichigo’s dad pops into the doorway to add.

“I’d love to stay for dinner, thank you,” you politely reply.

“I’m excited to see how the tree turns out,” Yuzu says as they both walk to the kitchen, Karin grabbing their dad’s jacket and dragging him along with them.

Now that you two are alone, Ichigo turns to you, watching as you unpack the boxes of Christmas decorations that haven’t been touched in like, 10 years.

“I heard you were at Urahara’s earlier,” you say to him, examining an ornament.

He crouches down next to you, tugging the other ornaments out, dusting them off. “Yeah, the Hollow frequency has been low recently., so I figured it’d be a good training time.”

You’d learned about Ichigo’s little secret early on. As a secondary aid to the Kurosaki family clinic and his best friend, you were the first to find Ichigo’s unconscious body one day, and the first to ask any questions he ultimately had no way of dodging. It was an added benefit that you, too, could see spirits and eventually encountered Hallows, and the notion of Soul Reapers didn’t faze you nearly as much as he worried they would.

“Just training? What about a break?” you ask him, handing him a long chain of tinsel to wrap around the tree. “Aren’t you technically a substitute?”

He eyes the tinsel with disgust. Ugh, how flashy. “Someone has to be doing it, Y/N. So substitute or not, it doesn’t really matter to me.” He places the tinsel on the wood floor. “But, Hat and Clogs basically forbid me from doing any soul reaping stuff for the next 10 days, so, today was my last day. I’m on a break, I guess.”

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes eagerly turn to him, a small smile crawling onto your face. “Breaks are healthy for you. I’m sure there’s stuff you’ve been meaning to do that you haven’t had time for.”

Like spending time with you. You were right. He had been pushing a lot of stuff off. And with his new lifestyle as a Soul Reaper, where he’s constantly reminded of his mortality, he’s been contemplating you a lot more. He couldn’t really tell why, but all he knew is that when he worried about dying in the period right after life-threatening battles, he thought of all his family and friends. You were a part of that, but something was different. The way his heart twinged and ached for you in those moments was different, but he really couldn’t put it to words. He figured that maybe spending some time with you would inspire an answer, but for now, it was lost on him.

“Ichigo? You okay?” You ask.

“Ahh, yeah, sorry- I just…spaced out for a second.” He distractedly tugs the string of lights that you’ve pulled out from the box out of your hands. Your eyes are only on him, barely even noticing the absence of the lights from your own hold.

“Okay,” you respond after a moment, now relaxed. “If you’re done spacing out~” you tease, “could you go get some scissors from the kitchen?”

“Yeah, yeah, if you lose the attitude then I can definitely do that for you,” he teases back.

You smirk deviously, well aware of how to get under his skin. “Oh, please~ Ichigo-kun, get the scissors for me. I’ll do anything-” he cuts you off as his face blasts red.

“You’re the worst. I'm getting the damn scissors right now.”

As he grabs the scissors, he ignores his sisters’ questioning glances and goes back into the clinic. But he’s not expecting the scene he returns to.

You are standing, all wrapped up in lights, looking like you’re about to fall over.

“What the hell,” he runs over to you.

“HEY no running with scissors,” you call out, trying to plant your socked feet onto the slippery wood floor.

“I run around with a sword that's almost as big as me on the daily, I’m not gonna die with scissors,” he says. He puts the scissors down on a table anyways, and grabs your arms momentarily to keep you upright. “What the hell did you do? I was gone for less than a minute.”

“That’s what I wanna know, too. I didn’t realize a second string of lights was plugged into the first one, and it was super knotted, so I tried to unknot it, yanno? Then I like, stood up- next thing I know the knotted lights are caught around my arms and in my sweater and the first set of lights were tangled around my foot.”

“How the hell did your other foot get caught?”

“I tried to kick off the lights with my free foot, and I kinda…”

“You got it stuck too, didn’t you.”

“Yeah.”

“Dumbass.” He shakes his head, looking down at you with exasperation and amusement. It’s funny if nothing else. And he didn’t mind the comedic relief.

“You can insult me all you want, but are you gonna help me get out of this or what?” you ask while almost tipping over, losing the little bit of balance you managed to gain.

Ichigo gently steps on both your feet with one of his own, stopping your feet from sliding around. He holds your waist to keep you upright before huffing out and dropping down on a knee to undo the lights that were caught on your legs. You reach out your bound arms and manage to grip onto his shoulder as he separates the lights that have wrapped around both your ankles. With your left foot free, you let go of his shoulder as you’re finally able to plant your feet on the ground properly.

“Lift your leg a bit,” he mindlessly taps your right thigh with the back of his hand. Following instructions, he un-does the winding of the lights around your leg. “That’s half of it.” He says, standing upright in front of you.

“What the, Ichigo! What are you doing to poor Y/N?” Karin comes into the room, shocked at the sight of her brother towering over you with your arms bound.

“Wha, wait.... wait it’s not like that I swear-” he immediately defends himself, suddenly aware of how the situation appears.

“Ichigo is helping me with a mess I created for myself, don’t worry,” you cut in decisively, and Karin’s expression relaxes. “Which, speaking of, if you could help me unbind my arms, I would really appreciate it.”

“I gotchu,” he says, slowly trying to pull the lights off of you. Karin approaches to watch closer. “Dammit, did you really have to wear a green sweater today of all days?” It’s no use. The wires on the lights were all the same deep shade of green, and the clear light bulb heads were of little aid at guiding Ichigo at wear to pull.

“I have an idea,” Karin chimes, grabbing the end of the lights that’re laying on the floor and approaching the outlet. “Plug it in,” she says, plugging in the Christmas lights and running to the end of the clinic, turning off the ceiling lights.

Her idea definitely helped. With all the bulbs on, he could see the reflection of the green rubber on the wire as opposed to your reflection-less sweater.

“You’re a genius, Karin.” As you speak, Ichigo lifts his gaze to your face.

“No problem, good luck,” she says before leaving to the kitchen once again.

Ichigo’s been looking at the lights on you that he forgot to look at you. But, wow.

With the lights all wrapped around your arms and your hands held up, the Christmas lights illuminate you. The soft, warm off-white light bounces off your skin at different angles, highlighting the contours and angles of your face. Your smile and eyes are bright, and everything about you looks so magical, so angelic in that moment, it takes Ichigo’s breath away.

“You good, Ichigo?” You look up at him with a questioning look, and somehow it makes the situation worse. The way your eyes widen, eyebrows lift, and head tilts, though it’d usually look like teasing judgement, it makes you look ...so fucking pretty.

“I’m just great,” he shakes his head and drops his gaze, hoping that the low lights around your arms don’t show off the pink glow on his face.

“If you’re great then…help?” You ask, once again.

He wordlessly unwraps your arms, tugging the lights that stuck into your sweater out, stepping closer to you so he can get the lights on your upper arms off. As he goes, he winds the lights around his thumb and elbow neatly. Picking off the last length of lights, he sighs. “All don-ne,” he looks up at you only to have the words ripped from his mouth. You’re staring up at him with a gentle smile on your lips and the fondest look in your eyes, the light still reflecting off of your face.

“Sorry for staring,” you say unabashedly, not removing your gaze. “You just look so pretty with the lights on you like that, Ichigo.”

It was when he heard someone call Captain Kuchiki ‘pretty’ that Ichigo decided he’d hate if anyone ever used the word to describe him, and would probably punch someone for saying it. But this was the first time you had ever commented on his appearance, and to hear the way you called him pretty just made him absolutely melt.

But what the hell is he even supposed to say?! Does he act normal, pretend like he hates it? Does he shrug it off, ignore it, what? What should he do?

All the while he’s not broken eye contact. He can’t, he’s absolutely entranced by you at this moment. Just say something. Try and be normal.

“You look prettier than usual, too, but you didn’t see me staring at you with a dopey grin on my face.”

Ok so nothing about that was normal. Shit, wait a minute-

You just smile wide, “then what was all that blushing about earlier~”

Dammit! You did see that, huh.

“Whatever,” his face burns. “I should’ve left you tangled.”

“Hey hey hey, you helping me has nothing to do with the way you were looking at me, now does it?” He pulls away from you, placing the lights on the table (and off the floor). You grab his arm as he tries to walk into the kitchen. Tugging him into turning around, you rest your hands on his arms and come close to his body, looking up at him. “Fine, I’ll stop teasing you about it, for now, in exchange for your help. But at least help me finish the tree, okay?”

He could never refuse you. He knows that much for sure.

“Fine. But I'm putting the lights on this time. You're not touching it.”

You grin back. "Just know if you get tangled, I have no intensions of setting you free."

A/N: The new trailer almost made me cry and reminded me just how much I adore this man. I really should put up my Christmas lights.

If you have questions about the logistics of how Y/N got caught in the lights, congrats, because I do too lmao (ignore the inconsistency/lack of in depth explanation there).

Bleach fandom if you're out there I hope this finds you, and lemme know if you want more. If you want something spicier as well (with in mind that I only write SFW) lemme know.

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colorseeingchick · 11 months

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hiiii! i just want to let you know that i reaaaally love your works and they feel very comforting!! i've been binge-reading all your works ever since i came from the yuuji fanfic hehe, that one's my favorite :3 sending you love and hugs <33

IM GLAD YOU LIKE THAT ONE and I’m glad you’ve been comforted. Hope you’re well anon ❤️❤️❤️

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colorseeingchick · 11 months

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Hey I just wanted to thank you for your writing, especially your Bedtime fic!

I've read it before I had tumblr and now that I have an account, it felt like a must to express my gratitude for it, bcs its has been such a comfort read for me!

Due to post-covid related stuff I've been to the doctor's a couple of times in the past weeks and I often read in the way there, it's like a forehead kiss in the form of writing.

So if you ever feel inspired to write more about jjk please do, but even if it's other fandoms I'll be looking forward to it! :)

I don’t know why I never got the alert about this ask but this is the sweetest thing to read 🥺 I first started writing to comfort people and I feel blessed to know I was able to do it, even if it was only one person ❤️

I hope your health is much better now ❤️❤️❤️

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colorseeingchick · 11 months

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Hey…so I’m still alive…

How y’all doing :)

#lost.and.found.csc

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colorseeingchick · 11 months

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aa thank you for writing for uramichi oniisan!! there’s quite little content for the fandom and i literally love your writing ^^ hope you’re doing well!

I have no clue when you sent this but I’m seeing this now and IT MADE MY DAY if I start writing again I’ll be sure to write for them :) hope you’re well too ❤️

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colorseeingchick · 2 years

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Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuta Okkotsu

#mm yeah #in love #fav #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuta okkotsu

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colorseeingchick · 2 years

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Hey, love! Here comes your first ohshc request! Hope u're not busy or anything. ok... how about a kaoru hitachin x reader where they're just spending time and having fun and being all cuddly and fluffy??? Sending you hugs.

HI BAE THANK U FOR BEING PATIENT ily sm Hannah hope you enjoy it I think it’s pretty ok :)

U can find it here

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Request: Hey, love! Here comes your first ohshc request! Hope u're not busy or anything. ok... how about a kaoru hitachin x reader where they're just spending time and having fun and being all cuddly and fluffy??? Sending you hugs.

Summary: What was supposed to be a hangout with both twins turns into a hangout with just one -- Kaoru. And that hangout basically turns into a date. But what will he do now that he's got the time to spend with you?

Rating: E for Everybody bb this is wholesome and cute

Word count: 2.5k don't act surprised now

Warnings: Soft, unedited. Umbrella language warning bc I usually swear but cannot remember if I did in this one.

“Do you think I should just cancel?”

“No. Kaoru. Just go. If both of us dip at the last minute, she’d be so sad.”

Kaoru bites his lip as he thinks. He and Hikaru were supposed to go on an outing with you, after Kyoya had raffled away a “hang out with your favorite host” prize to raise money for the club. As per usual,m the twins were a package deal. But unfortunately Hikaru had gotten sick, and that meant that Kaoru will have to go on this outing alone, leaving him with you, his crush. It’s a bit much for his heart to process.

“What are you so worried about! Isn’t this the dream, to be with Y/N one on one?”

Instead of responding, Kaoru just adjusts his hair for the fifth time in the mirror.

“Stop being a baby. It’s just a hang out, not a date. Hell, we flirt with women as a part time job, this shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

Kaoru sighs, adjusting his jacket as he glances at his brother giving him the thumbs up.

But I don’t like most women the way I like her… is the last thought in his mind before walking out the door.

***

“Hi Kao-kun!” You yell out from the meeting point when you see him come into your sightline. “Where’s Hikaru-kun?”

“You’re lookin’ at him. I think you mean to ask where Kaoru is, yeah?” He asks you as he finally ends up just a few feet in front of you.

You gaze at him, squint, and then take a step closer. Immediately, Kaoru’s face dusts pink, but he maintains his composure while trying to imitate his twin’s subtle smirk and cocky disposition.

“Mm, you don’t have to play the game every time, you know. You’re definitely Kao-kun.”

His stomach bubbles at the way you’re so sure of him. He knows you know. You get the two of them right every single time. But the reminder feels so good, he can’t help himself. He relaxes his stance, his hand coming up to rub the back of his head.

“Sorry, I guess I can’t help myself when I’m out alone,” he says with an embarrassed smile.

You immediately smile back, melting his heart a bit. “It’s okay, I think the game is quite cute anyways. But where is Hikaru-kun?” you look around, trying to see if he’s hiding anywhere.

“He’s quite sick actually, so he won’t be able to make it. He told me to tell you he was sorry, we know you were supposed to get to hang out with both of us today-”

“Oh, it’s no worry at all, Kao-kun! I just hope he’s okay.”

“Will you be okay if it’s just me then?” He asks, a little nervousness hidden in his voice.

“Of course, I’d love to spend more time with you.”

That answer is all he needed to be confident in your adventure today. He extends his elbow out to you, “I’m glad, too.” You link your arm onto his before heading off, letting him lead the way.

***

The first half of his outing with you goes perfectly. A leisurely walk around a beautiful garden, followed by some ice cream has you both giggling and relaxed. It’s why when you both sit down on a bench in said garden and talk for an hour, neither of you realize how the time goes by.

It’s not until a storm rolls in out of nowhere that the energy of your hangout changes a bit.

“Did you feel that?” you ask Kaoru mid conversation, quickly pulling his attention to your surroundings.

“What’s up?”

“I think it’s…raining?” you say.

“There’s no way. The forecast didn’t say anything about…oh.” Kaoru cuts his words short when he feels a cold drop of water land on his arm. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t bring an umbrella.”

“I didn’t either, don’t worry,” you reassure him, placing your hand on the back of his.

“But it should be okay, it probably won’t rain that hard, right?”

Within three minutes, the slight drizzle started to pick up into a downpour, leaving you and Kaoru in shock.

Well, I’ve never been more wrong, he thinks to himself, embarrassed as his hair flops down over his eyes, water soaked. Before he can even brainstorm how to recover this sudden mess, you grab his hand and tug.

“My house is close enough! We can stay there for now!” You yell out over the sound of the downpour.

His eyes widen at your offer, and before he can even respond, he’s being led away by you. He thought his crush was as bad as could be before he even went on his outing with you today. But as he watches your damp hair get tossed side to side, your hand’s grip tighten around his, and your little bounce in your run as you splash through puddles to get to your home, he finds you worth all the adoration his heart can muster.

As you both finally near your house, your butlers open the doors and you both toss yourself through the entranceway. You let yourself fall to the ground, exhausted, as Kaoru rests his hands on his knees, regaining his breath.

“My Lady, are you alright!” your worried butler comes close, fearful of your fall.

“I’m fine, Tim, I’m fine. Please, just grab us a couple towels.”

“As you wish, but do you need assistance-”

“I got her,” Kaoru reassures your butler, extending his hand out to you. You grab it graciously as he pulls you up, steadying you at your waist once you’re on your feet.

Tim bows in acknowledgement of Kaoru, smiling at your happy energy despite being soaked through, and heads off to get some towels.

Kaoru slowly lets his hand drop from your waist after letting it hover for a second, and he lets you take the initiative to pull your hand away (which you also do just as reluctantly, he notes).

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I wasn’t prepared for it to rain like that, I didn’t mean for you to get-”

You giggle before Kaoru can even finish his apology. “Kao-kun, you don’t control the weather, you don’t have anything to apologize for. Also, it was….kinda fun? Running in the rain with you, was actually really fun.”

The “with you” part of what you said echoes in Kaoru’s ears for a whole minute before letting the dopey smile fall from his face and returning your sentiments.

“Young master, should you please, we have extra clothes prepared for you as well.” Your servant talks from across the foyer to Kaoru. He tilts his head, a bit surprised, but content nonetheless and graciously accepts the dry clothes.

“They’re my brother’s, if that’s okay,” you offer the information to Kaoru.

You have a brother? Is the question that runs through his head. “Your brother won’t mind?” He asks you.

“Yeah, he’s actually really relaxed, never really cared for high society or owning a bunch of stuff. He definitely won’t care.”

“He has good fashion sense,” Kaoru says as he inspects the joggers and oversized shirt.

Your bubbly smile has Kaoru’s heart leaping. “I’m glad you like it. You can go change in the bathroom down the hall, Tim can take you there.”

***

After changing, Kaoru wanders back to the living room (where Tim said you’d be), and he takes a moment to process how adorable you are in shorts and an oversized shirt, and as he approaches you on the couch, he can’t help but imagine how cute you’d be in his own clothes.

“I’m so glad my brother’s clothes fit you perfectly!” You say as you scooch over to make space for Kaoru next to you.

“I’m glad, too,” he responds as he sits, leaving more space than he wants to between you two.

“So, I don’t know when you want to go back home, but…” you trail off, uncertainty traceable in your voice.

“Mm? What’s up, Y/N?” He tries to coax the rest of the sentence out of you, voice soft.

“If you wanted to watch a movie with me, I thought that it’d be a good pastime…”

Kaoru’s heartbeat immediately picks up. He knows it’s in his head, but something about watching a movie would be a bit different. Even until now, your guys’s ‘hangout’ had a lot of underlying tones of a date, which he tried not to think too much about. But now that you’re both together in a house draped in cozy clothes, a movie would be just such a domestic and romantic addition.

It’s the recurring dream he’d been wishing for since a few months after he met you.

“A movie sounds like a great idea, Y/N,” he reassures you, enjoying the way you visibly relax.

***

For some dumb reason you both decided to watch a horror movie. Whether you loved it or hated it, Kaoru is mortified. As the jump scares continue to pop up on the screen with eerie music in the background, he presses his shoulder to yours, hiding under a blanket you’d given him. At a particularly bad jump scare, he finds himself hiding his face in your neck. He pulls back after the fear dies down and the realization of what he just did hits him. He looks at you wide eyed, waiting to see what your reaction might be. His heart somersaults when he sees a little embarrassed expression spread across your face.

Maybe, just maybe, my crush is returned, he surmises. He turns to glance behind you both, checking for any servants who may have been walking around. When he sees none, he takes a deep breath and turns back to you.

“I’m sorry, I’m such a scaredy cat, you have to promise not to tell anyone, mkay?” he asks you in hushed tones. You smile widely at him back.

“Your secret is safe with me, Kao-kun.” But even after the words leave your lips, neither of you drop eye contact. You watch as he inspects your face closely, eyes glowing in the dark from the light straying from the TV screen. You suddenly process just how close you are. With the ambient lull of rain in the background and the warmth of the blankets draped over you both, being in each other’s presence starts to feel like a sleep-hazed dream. “Y/N, is it okay, if I, uh…”

You tilt your head, encouraging him to finish his thoughts.

“Can I hold you? It might make watching the scary movie easier.”

The slight embarrassment on your face swells to a full on flustered look. But you keep your words simple. “I agree, it would be easier. So, yes. You, you can do that, if you want.”

He’s quiet as he scooches back on the couch, pulling his blanket back to make space for you. When you only move a bit closer to him, he decides to take the initiative to grab your hips and pull you back even closer to his side. “Is this okay?” And he takes your energetic nod for an answer. Throwing the blanket over you, he wraps his right arm over your shoulder, taking great pleasure in the weight of your body pressing against his right side.

His theory was right. Watching the movie like this is so much easier. So much cozier. As time goes on, you both start to tilt more and more, until he’s finally laying against the arm of the chair and you’re laying against his side. He doesn’t even think much of when your head falls onto his chest. It isn’t until the end of the movie that he realizes you’ve fallen asleep.

So pretty, he thinks. It’s the phrase that’s been on replay in his mind all day, but now really sold him on the thought. There’s no going back, he really truly does like you.

“Y/N, hey,” he coos at you, gently rubbing his thumb against your arm to try and get you to wake up.

“Mm,” you murmur, and he feels like he could melt. How cute could you get?

“I should go home. And you should go sleep in your bed.”

“Mm,” you say in a disapproving tone. He laughs a bit at that.

He gets off the couch (somehow) before sitting you up and putting your arm around his shoulder, deciding to walk you up (with approval from your butler first, of course).

By the time you’re half way up the steps, you start to wake up from your drowsiness.

“Kao-kun, what are you-”

“I’m just helping you get to bed, I told Tim already, so he knows.”

“You’re too sweet, I’m so sorry I fell asleep-” you shake your head in annoyance at yourself.

“Don’t worry about it, you were so cute.” He doesn’t regret the words as they fall from his mouth.

Too sleepy and flustered to respond, you just feel your cheeks heat up as you turn your face away from him.

After getting to the top of the steps, Kaoru says “I think you got it from here,” with a smile on his face. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Wait,” you say as Kaoru turns to go back down the steps. “I just want to thank you for today, Kao-kun. I really, really, really enjoy spending time with you, and I’d like to do that more, if you want to as well.”

Kaoru pauses, lets a giant smile cross his face, and steps close to you, happy to see that you didn’t back away. He opens his arms to you, and feels electricity course through his body when you let your arms wrap around him. He hugs you tight, refusing to let go for a solid 30 seconds, rocking back and forth. “I’d absolutely love to do that, Y/N. And for the record, if it wasn’t already super clear, I also love spending time with you.”

As you both pull away, space increasing between your bodies, but arms still on each other’s backs, you give each other an earnest look.

“Can I…” his words stop but his question is clear through his eyes.

“Please,” you respond gently.

As you close your eyes, you feel Kaoru place a chaste kiss on your forehead, pull away, and then place another one on your cheek. When you open your eyes, you can see his cheeks reddening. “I have another one I want to give you, but that’ll only happen if you let me take you out on a real date.” he finally pulls away, awaiting your answer. There's a shared pause, before you respond.

“...next week?”

His face brightens up like you’d never seen before.

“Next week it is then.”

ugh this lowkey feels really bad I'm so sorry

I love Kaoru. But I've never read the manga, so writing this really revealed to me how much injustice was done to him in the show. He's really only characterized in his dynamic with Hikaru, and we get a peak at what seperates him from Hikaru, but I don't think I've ever seen him fully in action by himself like we do the rest of the hosts.

Despite it all, he was my favorite growing up. I hope I can get better at writing him.

Obvi the rain element parallels Hika's date w Haruhi, I like callbacks lol.

Tim is a real butler in an anime, if anyone guesses it I'll be shocked for days.

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