#『 ✎ ; aiko bakes ☕🥨 』

[gumilac]

"thank you..."

MEGUMI smiles as he pays for your books, handing his card to the cashier, as soon as the worker got it to punch the books, he faces you and pats your head affectionately.

"you're welcome."

feeling shy because you asked and wanted these, you shuffled closer to him and poked his arm. fidgeting with your fingers, you smile up at the cashier who was observing you both as he hands back megumi's card. he packages it up nicely in a bag and hands it to you, muttering a small thank you. to which you return.

megumi nods his head at the worker, and wraps his arms around your shoulder, turning around to walk out the store.

"thank you again," you mutter once you step out the book shop. looking up at him, he smiles and megumi kisses your forehead before squeezing your arm.

"anything for you, sweetheart."

humming, you feel shy as you walk up to his car and megumi notices this but makes no comment. he only smiles and kisses your head once you reach his vehicle.

"did you know i bumped into someone?"

"did you?" he asks, placing a hand on your head rest, leaning back to reverse the car.

"mhm hmm, she didn't mean it. we were both clumsy, and i apologized, so did she."

"that's good then," his eyes focused on the road behind him, and looks at you with a smile when he changes the gear to front, "glad nobody was hurt."

you smile, gently patting the paper bag that your books are in. the crinkling of paper ringing in the car, but he does not stop you. he starts driving and you're unable to contain yourself from the word vomit that keeps leaving you.

"i saw a cat, they said those strays are being taken care of by the place."

megumi turns a corner and hums, stopping at a red light. he looks at you, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holds your hand, "really? that way they have collars?"

"yeah, it's pretty nice of them."

"hmm, very." he tilts his head and admires your features, softened by the night light of street lamps. pretty, he thinks. so pretty.

"i remember tripping on the sidewalk when i was young."

he raises his brows, and slowly nods his head, "did it hurt?"

"no, but it was funny because i was walking alone and no one tripped me on purpose."

"typical you," megumi softly laughs, his low voice reverberating in the car. he quiets down and takes a peek at the light. still red.

"oh, they said that every star we see is bigger than the sun," you peek out the window before looking back at megumi again, "did you know?"

he shakes his head and grins, lop-sided, "i did not, no."

"i read it somewhere, i forgot why that is though."

"we can search it when we get home?"

looking up at him, you smile, eyes almost closing from how happy you are because of the books he bought for you, and him just listening.

"we can."

megumi chuckles softly and leans in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. he pulls back, just enough for your noses to touch and cerulean hues peek behind half-lidded eyes as he looks at you.

he loves moments like this, conversations that might seem they aren't entirely significant, but it is to him. they aren't really connected with each other, the topics, but that doesn't matter because he'll listen. talking about nothing and everything, he'll love every bit of it because it's you.

"i love you..."

aki's notes. anyone else get really chatty all of a sudden and shy when they're bought something, or get what they want from someone? bc me, yes so here's a quick, vvv self indulgent bc i got books today hihi >>_<<

#megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro #megumi #fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk megumj #『 ✎ ; aiko bakes ☕🥨 』

[gumilac]

"KAZUHA?"

walking across the beach, the warm sand underneath your feet, you see kazuha sitting under a tree. he's lost in thought, playing with the wind and he makes a maple leaf dance before him.

"there you are," you sit beside him and he looks up, eyes widening ever so slightly, "mind if i stay here?"

he smiles up at you, eyes softening, "not at all."

looking at him, you search the depth of his crimson hues. the truth of everything he's hidden, bubbling just beneath the surface of his tranquil demeanor.

he tilts his head, observing you from where he sits, "what's wrong?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking that?"

he laughs, softly. but, he stops, when he realizes nothing's funny at all when he looks at your face. you wear a pained expression, worried. you can see right through his mask, the facade — something he should really realize — whenever he's with you, he's like water in a glass, clear, transparent.

unable to hide anything, no matter how hard he tries.

"i am fine," he smiles, but a myriad of emotion flashes across his face just for a mere second.

"are you?"

he falters, like fine porcelain cracking at the edges, desperately trying to hold on as the years go by. his eyes waver, like the dark clouds brewing in the sky. the calm before the storm.

grabbing the leaf, kazuha forces a smile, "yes, i am."

"please," you plead, brows furrowed.

he looks at you, and kazuha studies your gaze. as if treading stormy waters, desperately trying to keep his balance from all the burden that wants to tip him off the boat. the burden, is like water in a filled glass that threatens to spill over the brim.

your is voice firm and pained as you cup his cheeks to make him look at you.

"don't lie, kaedehara."

he slowly breaks. and, the glass falls. spilling the heavy weight of agony he's suppressed for so long. his voice cracks and tears fall down his cheeks.

"i-i am fine."

"no, sweetheart," you wrap your arms around him and he falls, letting go. the weight of it all bringing him down. the numbing weight he's carried alone for years.

"you're not."

his heart burns, tightens, as he weeps in your arms. he desperately holds on to you, ragged breaths leaving his mouth. the walls kazuha built up around him crumbled, and the rest of his tears followed in an unbroken stream. where he was in your arms, holding on to you tightly, he cries with a force of the raging thunderstorms that surround inazuma.

"kazuha."

sliding a hand to cup his cheeks, you wipe his tears with utmost care. his face is blotchy, his eyes and nose red as he looks at you.

"you do not need to say you're okay," guiding his head at the crook of your neck, kazuha grips your clothes, sobbing.

"especially when you're not."

"i-i ca— i'm tired," his throat closes up, he feels hot. kazuha forces the words of out his mouth and the creases in his brows deepen, "i am so tired."

"then hold on to me."

he curls up in your arms and you provide the support he needs. he feels at ease as you hold him, as if the winds have finally lifted up the burden weighing on his shoulders, his heart.

kazuha holds on to you.

his hands reach out through the dark, heavy sky surrounding him. as you reach out to pick him up, your hands meet, and the clouds part. spilling light like a thousand suns combined. his storm clears, his world brightens as he treads the relentless waters with you. the winds whispering, reassuring him that it'll be okay as long as he has you by his side.

"they can all let you go, kazuha. but, i won't."

aki's notes. just a kazuha drabble because i wanna hug him so badly bc he does not deserve all the pain and burden he's gone through :( + idk if this is any good i just really wanna hug him sobs

#『 ✎ ; aiko bakes ☕🥨 』 #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kaedehara x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin

[gumilac]

pairings. inumaki toge x female reader

genre. modern au, fake dating, fluff

aki's notes. yua is an inserted character, she isn't from jjk or from anywhere. this took me at least two weeks to write wtf happened to me 🧍‍♀️ anw enjoy!

"i need a favor to ask of you."

looking up from the game you were playing at the fair, you see mauve eyes frantically darting in the crowd.

"hmm?" you stand up straight, brushing your coat, "what is it?"

inumaki finally looks at you, forcing a smile. his silver hair flowing softly with the wind.

"can we pretend to fake-date?"

jerking your head a little, you scrunch your nose, and his mauve eyes look into yours, pleading, desperate almost. he's fidgeting with his fingers, a tell-tale sign that he's nervous. really nervous.

"sorry?" you close your eyes, head titling a little in confusion, "we– are.. we not on a date?"

opening your eyes, you look at him, and you feel fear slowly settling itself on your features— have you misread the situation? he doesn't realize that he has yet to reply, so the silence coming from him swallows you in a pit of overthinking.

"is- this not a date–?", you force a laugh, "ha.. ha, i mean— i thought this is a date... unless it isn't?"

panic seeps in your bones and inumaki's eyes widen when he realizes what's going on. his hands come flying to hold you, to calm you down. only stopping when he remembers that there is a thing called— boundaries.

he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, voice in a panic as well, and his eyes start jumping from one thing to another in the crowd. you don't know what or who he's looking for.

"of course!" he blurts out, cheeks a little red because of admitting that he is, indeed on a date with his best friend.

"we are on a date!"

nodding your head slowly, the nerves ease themselves out when he gives you one of his genuine smiles, "then... why fake-date? if this is a date?"

he looks again in the crowd, before he leans down to meet your eyes. he's close enough that you can smell him, but not enough that you'll feel his hot breaths fanning your face.

"i need you to date-date with me," he reasons, and you make a face one of confusion. biting your lip, you squint one eye, "like relationship dating?"

his face lights up and nods, "yes! like boyfriend and girlfriend date," he pauses and gestures between you two with his hands, "not like this— best friend date. not that i have anything against it!"

"then why do we need to though?"

"i'll explain later," the timbre of his voice is low and he hesitantly reaches a hand to cup your cheeks, only to once again, drop it to his side. "i can't explain it right now, but i promise i will."

tilting your head to the side, you bite on your lip— what could've possibly made him this anxious?

"okay?" you reply, and he's pretty sure that consent shouldn't be answered with a question, so he waits.

when he sees you're a bit lost in thought, inumaki looks behind you, then meets your eyes again. he begins slowly, and as he forces the words out of his throat, he holds your gaze. even if it's making his whole body heat up.

"do i have your permission to hold you then?" he asks, cheeks flushed red, before swallowing hard— "like how couples would?"

your eyes widen with surprise, you should've expected he'd ask you this but it still caught you off-guard.

"u-uhm, oka– yes?" you yelp as he pulls you into a hug, his face nuzzling at the crook of your neck, "inumaki—?!"

"i'm sorry if i don't have your full consent," he murmurs a genuine apology, his deep voice rebvarating against your skin, and his hot breaths tickle your neck. his voice is whispered, only loud enough for you to hear. "but, i just saw yua-san and she's obsessed with me."

you know this is all fake, and it shouldn't have any effect on you, but his touch sears you to the bone. you can't help but find his actions so charming. voice soft, you tilt your head to whisper in his ears, "obsessed?"

he nods his head, humming a response. "mhm, she won't leave me alone and she always blows up my phone."

"has she been doing it still? like right now?"

"yes," he replies and you can hear the pout in his voice, "i had to silent my phone so i'd focus only on you."

your heart skips a beat at how he unbashedly admitted his thoughts. does he honestly think before he speaks?

he hugs you tighter, and it feels right. he's warm, like the pleasant feeling of sun rays hitting your skin at dawn, still accompanied by the cool breeze of the night before.

"we just need to fake-date-date until she's gone and hopefully when she knows i'm taken, she'll leave."

you wrap an arm around him, and the other cradles his head, softly patting his hair. inumaki's shoulders visibly relax, and he sighs into your hold. the action seems like it should've been done a long time ago. it feels like the last puzzle piece finally slotting itself in it's place.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs, and you smile— he'd have your consent whether he asked or not. "you don't have to," pausing to rub his back soothingly, "you have my full consent."

"she saw me," panic rises in his voice and he tenses up, making you wonder what the hell did this girl really do to him, and how obsessed is she for inumaki to be this uneasy. he lets go and inumaki smiles wide, and you can't help but find him so adorable right now despite the weird situation.

he cups your cheeks, making you jump a little at the sudden warmth from his hands — and your face — inumaki gently strokes his thumb across your cheekbones, his eyes looking at you lovingly. it seems almost too real to be fake.

"are you hungry, sugar? do you wan—"

"inumaki~!!"

a shrill high-pitched voice rings in your ears, cutting the silver-haired boy off. gently, inumaki immediately pulls you to his side, a protective arm wrapping around your shoulder, securing you to his side.

"inumaki–" she pauses, and the minute she sees you, yua eyes you down, "who's she?"

now you understand why inumaki despises her. she's rude.

he rubs your arm, and you look up at him. inumaki's forcing a smile, pressing his lips in a thin smile, clearly uneasy.

"she's my girlfriend!"

"girl," she pauses, squinting her eyes, and you can't help but feel so judged — because you probably are — under her gaze, "friend?"

"yup!" inumaki looks at you, eyes softening when his gaze lands on your face, and you return his expression with a reassuring smile — it's okay, you're okay.

"we're here on a date," he says.

her mean eyes look at you then to inumaki for a few seconds, a very prominent scowl on her face — she really isn't hiding it — "a date?"

and since you can't trust yourself to speak right now to not blow your cover, you smile and nod your head. inumaki rubbing your arm serves as comfort, it keeps you grounded. as you unconsiously pull yourself closer, selfishly relishing in his warmth, inumaki looks at you and a handsome smile sets itself on his features.

in the eyes of outsiders, you both look absolutely smitten for each other. like two bonded swans, creating a heart whenever they meet. it feels like a warm cup of cocoa on a winter night — a perfect combination — because maybe you are smitten, but you both are pulled apart by boundaries.

"yes, yua-san," inumaki's voice is firm, almost venomous, and his sweet smile is anything but. "we're on a date."

he lets go of your shoulder and laces his fingers with yours, squeezing them once. there's a tug pulling at your heart, hoping this was real, hoping that after this whole thing, it'll be real.

because it just feels so right.

"so if you'd excuse us," he says, sounding very bored and there's a hollow smile on his face. as if to piss her off — it's working, it seems. with how she's clenching her fists — he starts walking away, pulling you with him before casually looking over his shoulder.

"i want my time with her, and only her."

yua stomps her feet and inumaki ignores her tantrums, continuing to drag you further away. you'd honestly feel bad, but a girl like her doesn't deserve your empathy — especially if she's rude.

when he was sure she wouldn't follow and find you, inumaki lets out a big sigh and his shoulders relax, letting go of your hand. his intimidating aura is now gone, as if it was blown away by the calming breeze.

"thank god she's gone," he sighs before sitting down on a bench, patting the space beside him, "come."

he leans his head back and takes a deep breath, "don't make fun of me, but..."

"but?" you smile, sitting on the bench and turning your body to face him ever so slightly.

his mauve eyes look at you and squints, "but i was actually scared."

you smile, finding him so adorable as he admits this to you. he's not naturally intimidating like your friends, megumi and yuta. so, inumaki ever the sweet, kind, and innocent guy, isn't used to being rude. there's a choice in between teasing him and comforting him, but you chose the latter. it's no use to further make fun of his ego.

"you had every reason to be," removing a leaf that landed on his shoulder, "she's not very pleasant."

he offers you a soft smile and quietly mutters a thank you. inumaki stares into your eyes for a minute, searching the depths of your hues, and you're wishing he wouldn't find the answers he's looking for.

he sits up straight, and leans closer. he smells nice, like warm ocean breeze. it's close enough for you to see the light freckles that decorate his fair skin, and you're sure you'd want to count them, just like constellations in the night sky for as long as the universe would allow you too.

"w-what?" heat floods your face, and you're sure that your face is red and it's not only because of the setting sun behind inumaki. he grins, almost love-sick, and he looks down shaking his head.

"nothing," he mutters, "you're just really pretty."

your eyes widen with surprise, body temperature shooting out of the roof and suddenly it feels like you can run a marathon with how much blood is being pumped through your system. his words fill your head with air, and you find it so unfair that he gets to steal your breath away this easily.

underneath the surface, you can't help but feel something break and crack. there's a quiet force pulling you closer to him, a slight tug and pull in your heart. take the risk, it whispers, and your fingers ache to reach out just beyond the horizon, beyond the confines of only being friends. how can something so close feel like a million miles apart?

when inumaki rests his forehead on your shoulder, and as his silver hair tickles your cheeks, you wonder —

maybe overstepping boundaries wouldn't be so bad after all.

#the title is like ya book #hello? #this took so long #idek if its good :( #pls be nice ily thank you #inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #jjk x reader #inumaki toge #inumaki #toge #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #『 ✎ ; aiko bakes ☕🥨 』

[gumilac]

pairings. thoma x gn! reader

genre. spiderman au, fluff

part 2. falling on autumn

warnings. mentions of food (an everything bagel to be exact)

artwork. spidey! thoma by @rinoomi my beloved

song recommendation. enchanted — taylor swift

aki's notes. fir, if you're reading this. this is all your fault for planting that spiderman thoma in my brain + i have andrew garfield spiderman no way home brainrot :>

"hey, you alright?"

a voice catches you off-guard, the silence from the dead of night filled by his voice, making you scream in panic. your arms flail, stumbling backward.

"h-hey!" he calls out and takes a step toward you, "it's okay! it's me, i won't hurt you."

his arms reach out to hold you, to prevent you from falling over the ledge that's a little too high for his comfort. your eyes are glued shut, and he brushes away a few hairs that cover your face. taking a deep breath, and slowly opening your eyes, you're met with a familiar face — or mask, for this matter.

"it's me," he says softly, "i thought i'd find you here."

"you shouldn't do that," you glare at him and thoma looks down before sighing, "i know, i'm sorry." regaining your composure you stand up properly, taking in the sight of a black and red suit in front of you.

"i got you an everything bagel," he holds up a bag and you smile at him. how thoughtful. "am i forgiven for scaring you earlier?"

you scoff and grab the bag from him, walking over to a ledge. you sit down, letting your feet dangle before patting the space beside him. he follows suit, and from behind his mask, when his pretty lime-hued eyes land on your face, every insincerity and lonely feeling he always feels vanishes when he sees you.

"you know, it's really funny. i've never even seen your face nor know who you really are," taking a bit out of your bagel you look at him, and he finds your cheeks puffed up so adorable. "you could be an old man, but you know more about me than my friends ever could."

"w-well? i'm not old, that i can tell you." he shrugs before softly laughing, "and, i don't really know what to say to that."

"you don't have to say anything," you smile, chewing happily on your bagel. the night breeze is cool and calm. the city lights outshining the stars scattered in the night sky. taking in the breeze, filling your lungs, you sigh.

"i just trust you more than anyone else in my life."

he hums, feeling his heart swell, and leans back, using his arms as support. silence envelops you both, and it's comforting, welcomed. like the way flowers bloom at the start of spring when the ice melts. everything you said was true. even if you don't know who this man beside you is, he has given you a feeling of comfort more than anyone could. his mere presence embraces you, like a warm blanket wrapped around you on a cold night.

"it's getting late," he says, voice soft, "do you want me to take you home?"

you're aware that letting a masked man take you home is the first step of getting your privacy breached, the first step of potentially getting assaulted. but, the countless times he's taken you home, he's never once taken a step in that direction.

you smile sheepishly and tilt your head, "if you do not mind?"

he gets up and reaches a hand out to pull you up. he tilts his head, and even with his mask on, you can hear the smile in his voice, "i think we've established that already, haven't we?"

thoma pulls you closer to his side, wrapping a hand around your waist. he secures you to his broad chest, and your arms make their way over his shoulders to wrap around his neck.

he leans down and looks at you, his soft voice carried out by the wind, "ready?"

"i don't think i'll ever get used to this," taking a deep shaky breath, you hide your face at the crook of his neck, "but, yes. i trust you."

he holds you tighter and jumps off the roof, swinging the both of you through alleyways and billboards. under bridges and over houses. amidst all the swinging, the air nipping at your skin, you found yourself wrapping your legs around his waist. lifting your head a little and taking a few peeks of the view. it’s pretty. this is what he sees every day.

once he reaches your apartment complex, he carefully lands himself on the wall and opens your window. he mutters small apologies as he does so, and hovers a hand over the small of your back as you try to get in. once you were inside, he waves goodbye and pulls himself up.

"h-hey, wait!"

he comes back, and thoma's hanging upside down from outside your window. a silly view, really. but not at the same time.

"what's up?" he tilts his head, and you swallow a lump forming in your throat. reaching a hand up to touch his cheeks, thoma freezes. you know you're not supposed to remove his mask, because he told you that he'd like to keep his identity anonymous. you respect that but, something itches in you to do this. it feels right at this moment.

he's supposed to stop you, but there's a tug in his heart that prevents him from doing so. he trusts that you won't overstep his privacy, and he trusts that you won’t scream to the world that he’s spiderman when you do.

but to his surprise, as you slowly remove the mask, you stop halfway where the contour of his nose stops. revealing his lips. you lean in, and he lets you, closing the gap between you two. he sighs and selfishly takes in your touch, your soft and delicate kisses filling his mind. it's intoxicating and he wants more. he kisses you deeper and you had to pull away, reluctantly.

"t-thank you," suddenly feeling shy, and you feel your cheeks heat up. thoma grins — still drunk on the feeling of your lips on his — and it’s a perfect lopsided smile that burns in your mind. "thank you for always keeping me safe... and your company."

~

"hi, excuse me?"

when he heard your voice and the ringing of the bell when you open the door, the golden-haired boy quickly stands up from where he was crouching under the counter. a very loud thud echoed around the store, followed by a grunt.

"oh my god, are you alright?!" you walk over to where he was, worried. he rubs his head and looks up at you.

"huh? ye—"

as thoma was trying to get on his feet, he slips on a receipt, landing hard on his butt. he groans and scrunches up his nose in discomfort. he sits there for a while, head craned down before he starts to stand up, successfully this time.

"that looked like it hurt," you grimace, voice soft, "are you alright?"

he forces a smile and laughs, patting down his shirt of any wrinkles, "i am. i'm okay."

you inspected him for a few minutes, and thoma shifts his weight from one foot to another, feeling so awkward under your gaze. he rubs his palms on his pants and raises his brows before pressing his lips together.

"what can i get for you?" he asks — even though he knows what you'll get. you move over to the pastries, and baked goods, leaning down to read the names. he watches you from where he stands, a soft smile on his face. the events of the night before replaying in his mind. when you look up, thoma coughs and averts his gaze somewhere else, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

"can i get an everything bagel, please?"

he looks at you and smiles, "certainly, one moment."

he turns around to grab a bag, opening the glass compartment to get your bagel. thoma packages it up nicely, sliding an appropriate amount of tissues. he gives you a lopsided grin as he hands your order. you narrow your eyes, as if you're whispering if you've seen him before, or heard him.

"have we met before?"

he gulps and shakes his head, stumbling on words, "i thi-i don't think we have."

"funny," you smile, grabbing the bag from him, "it feels like i know you..."

he raises a finger up and quips, "i'm from midtown science high school!" thoma clasps his hands together and tilts his body to the side.

"if that's of any relevance to you," he pauses, and furrows his brows. "i- i mean i think it does because you're also from there."

raising an inquiring brow at his words, thoma’s eyes widen at the realization and his arms start flying, almost comically. "not that i'm stalking you or anything! i just see you a lot on campus— but i'm- i don't follow you around!”

“it’s fine!” you laugh and his nerves quickly dissipate at the familiar sound he’s grown so fond off. “i don’t think you’re a stalker.”

“o-oh…”

“see you around–" leaning closer and squinting your eyes, you look at his nametag. smiling up at him, you wave the bag he gave you.

“thoma.”

“y-yeah- right… see you.”

his name falling from your lips sounds so right, your sweet voice echoing in his head. and, as you walk away he wishes that you won't be in love with someone else, that you won't have anyone who's waiting for you. he wishes this will be the start of the first chapter, the beginning to all the storylines with you in it.

he’s sure that he’ll spend his forever loving you. even if he's exhausted and bleeding as the world turns everything against him, he'll run just so he could see you.

because he was enchanted to meet you.

#thoma x you #thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #thoma genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin #impact #『 ✎ ; aiko bakes ☕🥨 』

[gumilac]

pairings. thoma x gn reader

genre. spiderman au

part 1. familiar tugs

warnings. mentions of injury and blood, cursing

aki's notes. thank you for this idea nonnie ilysm mwa + this is also for nonnie who asked if i was gonna make a continuation <33

if there's one thing you could say about thoma, is that he's unsure. reckless, maybe

"ahh... shit."

thoma curses under his breath, and he inhales through gritted teeth. he puts all his weight to one side as he walks. his hands, stained with crimson, grip the side of his abdomen. ever since he was bit by that spider, he knew there'll be consequences to being the friendly neighborhood spiderman.

his role just wouldn't consist of helping elders cross the street or getting kids their balloons that flew away. he needed to fight criminals and potentially help policemen do their jobs. thoma had to protect the citizens and keep the crimes at queens at bay.

so it's no surprise to him that he's walking back home injured, again. he's not complaining, really, it just— it hurts. he bit off more than he can chew today, hence the gaping gash on his abdomen.

"are you okay??"

he shuts one eye as he looks up, the pain making his eyes squint. the familiar voice rings in his ears, but it's dark, his vision is hazy and unable to make out the silhouette before him. as thoma takes a step, he suddenly loses balance and falls.

well... he was supposed to. he was sure to have hit the ground already. thoma feels as if he has been falling for ages — has he? is this a new superpower he has yet to discover?

"spider-guy?"

he squints and scrunches up his nose. an equitable choice of words, he thinks. there's only one person who'll call him that.

"you mean, spider-man?"

"spider-guy's better," you tease, and he can hear the amusement in your voice. he sighs and hangs his head low. thoma feels your arms steady him, and you support him by holding his shoulders. he's swaying a little, from side to side, and you try your best to keep him still.

"okay, seriously. are you alright?" you pause, looking at the wound and then pursing your lips. "wait— no, you're not. what happened? where are you hurt? why are you here?"

he tilts his head playfully, and suddenly groans, losing his balance. seems like he forgot about the wound. he puts his crimson-stained hand on your shoulder for support and leans down to your level. thoma looks up and he's so close, his nose just mere inches away from your face.

"don't you think you're asking too many at once?" he groans, the timbre of his voice low. the sudden proximity makes you back up a little, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"sorry," you meekly say, before looking away.

"it's fine," he sighs and rests his forehead on your shoulder. his hot breaths fan your neck and the sensation sears your whole body to the bone.

"i got into a big fight, there’s a gash on my abdomen and..." he pauses, and despite his clouded state of mind, he still managed to ease your thoughts by answering all your questions. well all, except for one. thoma looks up, scanning his surroundings, eyes squinted.

"where am i?"

"my street? why aren't you home?"

thoma looks at you, and despite his mask, you can kind of see the bewilderment on his face — how expressive.

"i-i thought i was," he pauses and strains to stand up straight. "i don't know... i guess my feet brought me here."

"why?"

"i– it felt? right? i think."

"huh..."

face heating up, and biting your lip, thoma looks at you with curiosity, your eyes darting from one place to another. your hands are rested on his toned chest, and from behind his mask, his eyes are half-lidded as he smiles at you.

"come, let's get you patched up"

he hums and lazily nods his head and you lead him to your apartment building. thoma's heavy and lean — something you should've expected — so when he puts all his weight on you, you practically had to drag him with all your might.

~

he ungraciously lands on your couch with a huff, followed by a grunt, his body curling up from the impact. you mutter a small apology and your face scrunches up in concern. thoma waves you off and lies there for a while, deep, ragged breaths leaving him.

you make your way over to thoma and placed the first aid kit down on the table. he watches you through half-lidded eyes as you take out what you need. standing up to your full height, you put your hands on your hips.

"i'll need you to remove your suit."

thoma sits up quite quickly, groaning in the process. you had to push him back down gently and reminded him to move more carefully.

"wha–? what?"

"remove," gesturing with your hands, you wave at his suit and his gaping wound, "so, i can clean all of this."

he hesitates, and gulps hard. he looks away, at your window, thinking if he should just make a run for it. if you knew, what'll be of him? of this thing, this relationship you two shared? he can't risk losing you.

"but you'll know me, my identity."

following his gaze, you sigh. as if you can read his thoughts, you lean down, hand on your knee, and the other cups his cheek to make him look at you.

"does it really matter at this time?" your brows are furrowed, and your voice is soft, genuine. "you're hurt... i don't like it."

"promise me, it won't change the way you see me?”

tilting your head, you sit down beside him, knees touching his. he keeps his gaze on yours and he watches you expectantly. thoma’s heart beating loudly in his chest from anxiety.

"why would it? now c'mon, go."

"promise me..." he begs, his voice so uncharacteristically soft, so small, "please?"

smiling up at him, you raise your pinky, waving it across his face. "okay, i promise."

he takes your in his, sealing it with his thumb. thoma reluctantly removes his mask, struggling a little, before finally revealing his face. now everything makes sense to you, the gears finally turning smoothly in your brain. spider-man and the guy from the coffee shop are one and the same.

"t-thoma?" you pause, eyes wide. he looks away and fidgets with his mask, eyes darting around the room. "you're spider-guy?"

he tilts his head and squints one eye, and presses his lips in a thin smile. thoma looks at you before quickly looking away, nodding.

"y-yeah i'm– i am... uh, spider-guy," he shakes his head and furrows his brows, raising a finger. "spider-man, i mean."

the confidence he feels when he has the suit on comes off, he feels vulnerable and scared. suddenly the brave, crime-fighting hero and the confident guy you knew is gone and is now this awkward injured teen before you.

you look at his face, trying to catch his eye. he avoids your inquiring gaze and he feels stuffy in his suit, making thoma reach a hand to hook a finger in his neck to loosen up the garment. he nods his head towards you but averts his eyes.

"uh– now, you kn– now would be a good, uhm, time to say something."

"it doesn't change anything."

oh.

thoma slowly looks at you from the side, and when he sees your expression, he loosens up, shoulders visibly relaxing. your eyes gleam under the ambient light of your living room, softening your features as you look at him. and, when he searches the depths of your hues, he sees nothing he should be afraid of, for your eyes tell him that — it's okay, we're okay.

"oh– uhm, okay..." he fidgets and bounces on one knee, "t-that's great."

"now, c'mon," you urge, scooting closer and moving his hands away, "remove, so i can patch you up."

"i– i, uhh– i have no shirt?"

"thoma, i swear," closing your eyes, you sigh deeply rubbing your temples, "one more and i'm going to throw you off my apartment."

"t-that's technically not possible since i can lat—"

you snap your head to look at him, glaring, and he stops. he looks at the garment in his hands and mutters a small apology. gently reaching out to hold his hand, you take the mask from him, placing it on the table. thoma watches you curiously and meets your eyes, your voice gentle.

“do you need help in getting the suit off?"

he swallows once again and stutters, the proximity making him go haywire and he turns around to ask for assistance. pointing at his nape to show you where it is.

"y– yeah, no— i mean, yes."

helping him, you push the suit off his shoulders and your heart clenches at the sight of him with purple bruises and cuts. he slowly turns around to face you, and you can now see how big of a gash it is on his abdomen. it's so much worse than you imagined. you wear a pained expression as thoma looks at you, and suddenly he feels guilt creep up on him. he did this to himself and now you have to take responsibility for it — not that he wanted you to.

"i'm sorry," he whispers, and you immediately look at him. cupping his cheeks with both hands, you bring his face towards yours, his hot breaths fanning your face, and your voice is firm, certain.

"don't apologize," you pause, stroking his cheeks, "you did nothing wrong, okay? so, please don't feel bad."

he hums and you nod your head once, before focusing on his huge wound, as gentle hands work their way in cleaning the blood surrounding the gash.

"it's going to hurt, okay?" thoma hisses when you put the antiseptic directly onto his injury, making you mutter an apology. his muscles tense, flex with his every move, and it takes everything in you to not get distracted. you feel hot, your head lowered the whole time as you patch him up.

after a good few minutes of cleaning, his wound is now bandaged up by your careful hands. thoma leans his head back on the couch and finally rests, as you clean up the crimson-stained towels and the insane amount of gauze you used.

you return the kit and came back with one of your hoodies, handing it to him. to fix this whole getting distracted by his toned abs situation. he slowly sits up and slides it over his head, thoma shaking his arms a little when it's on.

"you feeling better?"

sitting down next to him, thoma slowly moves his body to face you, tucking a leg beneath him. he slowly blinks, and hums at you, nodding sleepily.

"i feel," he starts, and you prop an elbow at the back of the couch, listening intently. "like, i don't think i deserve this power."

tilting your head, confusion sets itself on your features at his unabashed confession, and the creases in thoma's forehead deepen.

"why is that?"

"i don't know," he sighs, leaning his head against his fist, mimicking your posture, "i just feel like it should be someone strong and not awkward like me."

"but you are strong."

"ehh– only when i have the suit on. without it, i'm a normal kid working at a coffee shop..."

thoma looks up and meets your eyes, his fingers beside yours move closer, and the tip of his pinky slightly touches yours. a flicker of vulnerability flashes across his face, one that tugs at your heart to pull him in. take him in your arms. 

"i don't know, it just feels like that sometimes."

your hand slowly laces with his, and thoma's eyes widen with surprise but does no effort to pull away. the action warming his heart — your hearts — and it melts the lingering fear in thoma’s mind.

"are you spiderman because you're thoma? or are you thoma because you're spiderman?"

"huh..." he huffs, closing his eyes, "i've never given that any thought."

"well, now you can."

he gives you a lopsided-sleepy grin, making your heart skip a beat at the sight — he's so effortlessly handsome. suddenly, he becomes bolder, his feverish state making him wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

"you know how i said earlier, i think it felt right?" he pauses and smiles, "that i came here?"

sitting up straight, and wrapping an arm around his neck,  you squeeze his hand once, and he returns the gesture, "hmm?"

"well, i know it felt right," he shrugs, softly kissing the back of your hand. there's a dust of light pink on his cheeks as he peers up at you through his lashes. you can smell his scent, feel his heat, count his freckles, and see that his emerald eyes have a thin border of phtalo green.

"really?"

as if to prove his point, he leans in and slides his hand to your nape, tilting your head. thoma's lips lingering on yours as he whispers.

"really."

his mouth closes over yours, lips fitting perfectly together. the same feeling fluttering in your chest when you kissed him that day.  now that you’ve seen the face under the mask, you don’t want to miss a second looking at him. his emerald hues. slightly opening your eyes, thoma’s brows are furrowed as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper and he spreads his palm wide on your back. he hugs you tighter, his hold, secure. hesitant to let you go, 

he’s sure he’ll always come running to you,  he’ll look for you in crowds. if he feels lost, feels fear looming over him, your eyes are his sweet beacon calling him home. his feet bringing him in your arms where he feels safe. 

because if thoma was dying and bleeding, you would be the one to rescue him.

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[gumilac]

—; thoma (protector from afar) x gn! reader

genre. fluff, really, hurt/comfort if you squint

"there you are!"

you look up from the book you were reading, seeing the pyro user make it's way over to you, an irritatingly handsome smile on his face.

"i've been looking for you," he says settling down to sit beside you, "can i keep you company?"

who are you to refuse, really?

"yeah, sure," you smile at him, and he mimics your expression. he falls quiet, toying with the fabric of his belt and you return to reading your book.

it's very comforting being around thoma, he has a very warming presence— which makes you wonder if it comes from his vision or it's just him— he makes you feel... safe and you don't mind the silence enveloping you both.

closing your book, you turn to face thoma and he tilts his head at you, looking curious.

"how was your sparring with ayato-san?"

"oh!" he sits up rather excitedly, like a puppy getting attention, ears all perked up and tail wagging, "it was good and, uhh– actually very tiring, haha~"

you laugh, before placing your book down at the table in front of you, "is he a hard opponent?"

thoma looks up at the ceiling of the komore teahouse, scrunching up his nose as he thinks of a response, and you find it very endearing. he looks too cute.

"hmm, yeah," he looks back at you, casually patting your shoulder to remove the lint he saw on your clothes— very housekeeper like, so thoma.

"he kinda is, he's very fast and his moves are calculated."

he clasps his hands together, resting it on his thighs, still looking at you. slowly nodding your head, you give him a small smile.

"well, that's a good thing," you tilt your head to the side, putting your finger up, "from experiencing their attacks first hand, you learn. a good opponent teaches you a lot, do they not?"

"they do!"

he laughs, and it's soft, charming even that it always makes your heart skip a beat. he calms down and looks at your book, pointing a finger at it. "what about you?" he asks, hand reaching to grab the book, only for him to stop and quietly say, "may i?"

"yes, go ahead." he smiles and reads the title under his breath, curious green eyes scanning the bulk of paper, delicately running his hands down the spine.

"what have you been reading?"

"a novel," you shrug, as if it wasn't already obvious, and thoma looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue, but you don't.

"about what?" he asks, placing it down again, fully facing you now.

it's pretty boring, talking about books... it's always like that, not really the best topic for conversations. so, it makes you wonder what got him so curious.

"uhm, it's about emperors, swords and other stuff," you didn't bother in going into detail, because again, books, pretty boring.

you were ready for thoma to brush it off, leave the conversation at that because that's what others would do. you tell them and they change the topic into something more interesting, something they like.

but not thoma, it seems.

"is it a stand alone?" you look at him, a little surprised and his eyes are beaming, seemingly interested in what you have to say.

you didn't get that a lot.

"no," you nod your head, which is confusing because it contradicted your words— "i mean it is— no," swallowing the lump in your throat, you shake your head.

"it is a stand alone, but it has different volumes," you pause, fumbling over your words, being so careful not to say too much. "you can read it on it's own because the other volumes aren't really connected to each other."

"but are they're kinda connected in a way too?" he asks, titling his head, pretty green eyes staring into yours, and it's too much.

the attention he's giving you is so much more than what you're used to.

"they are," you look away, his gaze too intense for you to hold, "because the characters from the different volumes also appear, but they don't have an important role that it shifts the story of this volu— anyway, just- it's boring stuff, really"

you grab the book and force a laugh, brushing this conversation off, to save thoma from yawning, and the rubbing of sleep out of his eyes if you continue any further.

but, it seems you haven't realized that thoma isn't like the others.

"i don't find it boring though."

you look at him, and he holds an expression of sadness? concern? his brows are furrowed and there's a ghost of a frown on his face.

"i like hearing you talk about books," he softly says, a hand reaching out to grab the novel from you, and thoma scoots closer. "or about anything, really..." his green eyes look into yours, and you search for hints, some kind of hesitation, sarcasm in them. but, you see nothing at all as you drown in his alluring gaze.

"y-you lik—... what?"

he smiles and nudges your chin affectionately with his finger, making you look directly into his eyes— god, how much eye contact have you held with him for the past minutes?

it isn't good for your heart.

he smiles, a very charming grin places itself on his features, one that makes you want to look away from the brightness of it all, just how thousands of shining embers would blind you. but it's a smile that also pulls you into a trance.

"i do," his voice low and sweet, with no malice in them, "please continue."

and you do, because again, who are you to refuse him of this? especially when you wanted this too, someone who'll always listen to you.

a/n. oh look a fic lmAO you haven't seen that in a while 🤡 and a vv self indulgent one at that >:) thoma thoma thoma thoma <33 *heart eyes* did i dream about him? no, what are you talking about

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[gumilac]

—; fushiguro megumi x gn! reader

genre. fluff, hurt/comfort (if you squint your eyes)

an hour down the coast from tokyo, is just what you needed, a quick escape to the kamakura beaches, after a gruesome fight with a curse— that gojo said it would be quite easy for you, but turned out to be a special grade.

"seriously, he needs to get his information right," you stretch your arms up, breathing in the fresh sea breeze as you walk along side your raven-haired friend, megumi. he has his hands in his pockets, an unfaltering scowl on his face.

"yeah," you peek a glance at the boy, the creases in his brows gets deeper and a more prominent frown places itself on his handsome face. stopping in front of him, megumi takes a step back at your sudden movement.

lifting a hand up to smoothen the creases in his troubled forehead, megumi's eyes widen ever so slightly at the proximity but does nothing to put any distance between you two.

strange, he thinks.

"jeez, fushiguro," you laugh softly, "we went to zaimokuza to relax, not sulk." smiling up at him, you put your hands back to your side, leaning down to remove your shoes — "it's why i chose this beach in kamakura because it's more quiet, idiot, and you're gonna sulk?

he rolls his eyes and you laugh at him, feigning hurt, "my efforts proved futile." he grabs your shoes and pouts, walking past you, "it did not, i'm just annoyed."

"exactly my point! i brought you here to at least lighten up, but you're still mad at gojo's stupid ass data."

he looks back at you, and your expression makes him feel... guilty. you look happy, and you may have joked about your efforts and how it seems like he doesn't appreciate it, but he can see through your facade, your walls cracking a little.

he hurt you.

"i'm sorry," looking down, megumi plays with your shoes, hitting it with each other, sand falling with every impact, "i really do appreciate this, it's jus—"

"you're welcome," you grab his arm, gently squeezing it, as a reassuring feeling settles in his heart.

"you don't have to tell me, okay? i understand."

and you do, you've always known he isn't one to articulate his feelings, he has always had a hard time doing so, but you were always so patient with him. you always seemed to know what was in his mind. and, he loved that about you, he loved how you always made him feel understood without him having to tell you explicitly— he loves you.

just as megumi sees through your tough facade, you've always understood what he wanted to say.

"c'mon," you smile, pulling on his arm dragging him to the shoreline, "let's look for hermit crabs!!"

you miss the smile that places itself on his features as you dragged him behind you. he willingly allows you to lead him, take him wherever you want him to be, because he knows he'll be fine just being with you, no matter where you are.

"i got you a rock," you beam up at him, handing him a perfectly rounded rock, with pretty streaks of blue decorating it. he slowly takes it from your palms and eyes it suspiciously— why would you give him this?

"a rock?"

"yeah, i found it on the shoreline," you point behind you, and megumi's eyes follow your finger. looking back at his cerulean hues, he tilts his head a little.

"it looked pretty and the blue kinda matches your eyes, don't you think?"

"oh."

how cute.

"thank you."

he takes it and his heart flutters upon seeing you smile, and he watches you turn around again to look for whatever else catches your interest. pocketing the rock, megumi walks behind you, as he watches you with adoration, acknowledging whatever you showed him.

;—

rummaging through your boyfriend's bedside table, you see something so peculiar, so out of place, so different from what megumi normally keeps.

"is this–?", megumi, who was seated on the bed, looks up from the book he was reading and hums, "a rock?"

he looks to the side and sees you inspecting the rock, and it confuses him as to why you don't know the story behind it and why it's there.

you were the reason after all.

"that's the rock you gave me."

snapping your head to look at him, your eyes widen with shock, making him even more bewildered. you have forgotten about this rock, and you were sure that megumi would've thrown it away when you gave it to him. i mean, what use would he find in this little rubble? you were sure he isn't one to hold onto things like this.

"y-you kept it?" you slowly ask, crawling to sit down beside him as you clutch the rock near your chest. megumi uses his finger to act as a bookmark, for him to not lost the page when he closes it. sitting up straight, he uses the pillows as a support for his back, and he runs a hand through his messy raven locks. nonchalant as ever, he takes the rock from you, and he smiles, an irritatingly handsome one too.

"you gave it to me," he kisses your knuckles while he held your hand, and his eyes peek through his pretty lashes, nothing but honesty and a fondness only reserved for you in them.

"of course i'll keep it."

aiko's notes. ANON MY LOVE~!! im sorry, here you go 🤧 goodluck on exams darling, you'll ace them!! hope you enjoyed this ♡

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