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gglitch1dd · 10 months

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The Contract Pt5

Context: When you broke up with Katsuki, you thought it was the end for you. No marriage. No family. No white picket fence. You had spent so much time on Katsuki and now it all just fell to the wind. But what if a certain green haired hero offered you a contract, offered you the dream life of security and happiness all for the small price of being his wife? Love wasn’t in the plan but maybe it was in the fine print.

Basically: Reader dumps Katsuki and goes for Izuku.

Main Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Warning: SMUT, NSFW, SEX! Whatever more words you need to know, Breeding kink (Guys... you should know by now. Its me), MxF, Shower Sex, Slight sub drop, Katsuki being a piece of shit, slight classism and quirk descrimination.

You walked over to the glass sliding door, leaning against it as you watched the view in front of you. Midoriya was in the pool over looking the ocean and all the islands that peaked out from the depths not too far away. It was an Instagram winning view that you couldn’t help but take in yourself. The sun was setting and everything was in a beautiful array of gold, pink and purples. You smiled at the sight of him as he seemed almost peaceful in essence.

The both of you quite literally had to go to the airport after your wedding, which you found the most hilarious thing ever, to walk into the airport in your puffy wedding dress, escorted into the VIP entrance and taking to the private jet in different way. The both of you already had your bags packed and sent to the airport earlier which you found was the best option.

Midoriya clearly did not hesitate one bit to spend on the whole wedding experience. You didn’t even know that the commission allowed him to use a private jet just for your honeymoon. You didn’t want to question it because, getting served champagne and having all the ample leg room was something you were grateful for. Although, much to your confession, all you wanted to do was sleep the moment you were out of that dress which Midoriya shared the sentiment. You both effectively passed out on a bed that was criminally soft for being stuck on a plane.

Next thing you knew it was morning and the both of you were landing at the destination that you had both chosen for you honeymoon. Or at least, this part of it. Midoriya had planned the whole thing, a whole two-week affair of the two of you travelling God knows where, but you were happy to take the break away from everything in Japan.

So the two of you immediately went to check in, and the rest of the day was filled with exploring and strolling nearby where you were staying. Honestly you were glad for the rather calm day that he had planned out for today. Which was how you ended up here, watching him look out at the scenery with his scarred back to you.

Deciding to take a chance, you pushed yourself off the door and carefully walked over to the pool. You carefully moved to slip off the gown you had on that concealed the swimsuit you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to wear today. You were slow as you slipped in, not wanting to rush into the surprisingly warm water. Once you were in, you made your way over to Midoriya. You assumed a place next to him, swimming to put your arms on the edge, resting your head on your hands.

The both of you just existed next to each other for a moment, taking it all in. You let out a stuttered breath, opening your mouth to speak.

“Did we really just do that?” He asked you, a soft disbelieving smile on his face. He didn’t look at you, keeping his eyes on the view.

You looked at him for a moment before letting out a soft amused scoff. “According to the state of Japan.” You answered back.

Midoriya let out a low chuckle at your answer. He looked down at the silver wedding band on his left hand. He wondered how come one object could feel so heavy and yet something so exciting all at the same time. He pulled on a small smile before turning over to you.

“The wedding was beautiful by the way.” You told him with a soft whisper, looking up at him for just a moment, before settling back on the view. “Really it was… it was amazing. I honestly don’t think I deserved so much.”

“You deserved more than that.” You hummed only half believing in it, but giving him a smidge of a smile nonetheless. Midoriya frowned slightly at the look on your face. He could tell it wasn’t full or entirely real or believing of what he had said. Midoriya moved closer to you, placing a hand on your elbow. Slowly you turned to look up at him, putting your arms back in the water. “I’m serious, Y/N.” He told you, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you, his eyes holding nothing but pure honesty.

You looked up at him, your eyes trapped on his, them almost sucking you in entirely. “Your wedding vows… did you mean them?”

Midoriya answered without hesitation. “Of course. Nothing I did yesterday do I regret or lied about.” He answered you back seriously.

You stared up at him. You nodded your head, closing your eyes for a moment. You took a second, before opening your eyes again. You looked back up at him with a small smirk. You leaned forward with a glare up at him. “So you putting your mouth in places that were clearly not where a garter is located wasn’t a lie?”

It took Midoriya a moment before looking away from you with a huge smirk on his face. He let out an amused chuckle in amusement to what you had just asked. He was half hoping you would bring it up again but also a part of him was a bit worried he had stepped a bit too far. However, with the look on your face, he half regretted not doing it earlier. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” He said smugly as he folded his arms over his large chest, his large, scarred hands gripping his biceps.

“Oh? You don’t?” You asked, not believing a single word that came out of his mouth. Midoriya nodded, only affirming what he had just said. You looked him up and down and nodded your head, looking away from him. “Yah, okay.” You stated moving to head towards the steps of the pool. Midoriya quickly put a hand to your elbow, stopping you. You looked down at his hand on you, raising an eyebrow.

Midoriya swallowed before shrugging. “Why don’t you remind me?”

You felt the heat inside your abdomen reignite inside you. It was a dangerous feeling. Something you kept reminding yourself that you couldn’t be feeling. You reminded yourself that every night. You reminded that to yourself everytime you willed yourself not to sink your fingers deep inside you at the thought of them somehow becoming thicker and much more scarred than your own. “Tell me, Izuku…” You started as you moved to walk out of the pool. “Do you have muscle memory?”

Midoriya was stick for a moment, not knowing whether you were being genuine or not. However, when he saw your heated gaze look back at him as you exited one step at a time out of the pool, he knew you were. He didn’t even try to hide it as his eyes looked over your body watching the water droplets on your skin as you exited out the pool. His shameless eyes moved back up to your face. “I would like to think so.” He smirked.

You nodded your head. “Why don’t we test that out, yah?” You offered.

You didn’t bother to look back to check if he was following you back inside, all you knew was that you were heading towards the shower and the sound of wet footsteps followed after you easily. You walked into the master bedroom, not caring of the water you were leaving in your wake as you moved to open the door.

“You know…” You heard his voice start as you moved to turn on the shower. You turned back to look at him as he leaned against the doorway himself. “This does strain our agreement.” He reminded you. “You know… keeping things professional.” He motioned between the two of you.

You stood holding onto the door of the shower as you looked back at him. “I mean… friends can be married and have sex, right?”

Midoriya kicked himself off the doorway, nodding his head along with your statement. “Of course.” He stated it almost as if it was ridiculous that you even asked such a question.

“I… I mean…” You started to realise Midoriya was getting awfully close. “We…” He stood right in front of you, leaning down closer to your face. “We are married.”

“We are.” He breathed out.

You both didn’t say anything, your eyes on his lips and his on yours. “Izuku-”

You didn’t get to finish your statement as Midoriya pulled you against him, wrapping his arm around you and using the other to cup the back of your head and kiss you. You melted against his warm body, the feeling of your body against his made you feel warm as your heart picked up in your chest. Your hands moved over his chest, up his neck to thread through his hair, running through wet tousled green curls. A shiver ran down his spine as your actions pulled a groan out of his chest.

“Y/N.” He moaned against your lips, pushing you into the shower, your back against the wall, with him cornering you in. You ignored the warm water that cascaded down the both of you, only increasing the heat between you and around you.

You whimpered as you felt building need between your legs. It was an aching feeling that you wanted him to solve, that you waned him to get rid of. Your hands clawed at his back, running down scarred skin moving down towards his swimming trunks and pulling at the offending piece of clothing. You finally separated from his lips, gasping for air as you arched your back. You tilted your head up, trying to find fresh air but left out a moan as his mouth moved to suck at your neck. You tugged at his shorts. “Off.” You breathed out. Your hand finding its way to grab onto his hard cock that wasn’t shy of making itself known to you through his shorts.

Midoriya groaned, loving the feeling of your hand moving up and down his clothed cock. Midoriya let out a chuckle at your word. He moved your hand away from his crotch up his abs. As much as he wanted to allow you to feel him to your hearts content, he had a mission to prove. He moved back up to your neck, placing a kiss on a sensitive area making you suck in a breath. “Let me stretch you out first.” He whispered against your skin.

The green haired man moved down to his knees, moving to his hands to the band of the bottoms of your bikini. His green eyes flicked up to you, dark and lidded in lust and yet asking for permission. You smirked and nodded your head. Midoriya let out a breath, fingers gripping your bottoms tighter and pulling them down your legs. Slipping them off of you easily. With your bottoms out of the way, Midoriya was finally left face to face with your sex.

He took a moment, his heart thumping out of his chest as he took you in. He swallowed down hard before flicking his eyes up to you again. Slowly Midoriya moved to take your leg, moving it over onto his shoulder as he moved you closer towards him, not breaking eye contact with you. You felt like you could barely breathe as you looked down at him.

Midoriya moved up, licking up your slit. You felt your thighs shiver with the remembrance of yesterday over that exact same spot. At the stutter in your hips and thighs, he couldn’t help but grin as Midoriya dove in to the beautiful thing that was your sex. His tongue flicked your clit making you whine at the action, a throbbing sensation in your sex. His mouth was heavenly against you, moving to explore and taste every inch of you that you could barely handle yourself.

You were squirming viciously and Midoriya loved to see it. He loved to see you like this, his arm moving to grip you tightly in place, not allowing your hips to escape him at all. With his free hand, Midoriya moved his hand up your thigh to your lips. He pressed inside you, thick fingers bullying their way inside you instantly making you moan. Scarred fingers slowly twisted and fucked into you, opening you up.

It was borderline sinful how good he was making you feel, how much he had you wrapped around his fingers. A groan came out from his chest at the way you squeezed his fingers, your velvety cunt wrapped around his fingers. He loved the feeling of your sex on his fingers. The thought of it wrapped around his cock made him groan against your clit making you gasp.

“Izuku!” You moaned loudly, one hand moving through his dark wet tousled curls. His hair was darker when it was wet and something you found too sexy for words at the sight. “You’re doing so good. Fuck- your… your fingers…” You breathed out, moving your hands up to grab at your breasts, ripping the top of your bikini off of you, throwing it to God knows where. Midoriya smirked as he moved his tongue up to your clit making you shoot up with a squeak as he began to suck and play with his tongue. His fingers curved within you and you instantly felt the coil within you tighten. “OH MY GOD! Right there!” You cried as your hips began to stutter against his face. “Right there, please!” You sounded so desperate almost as if you would have killed for him not to move.

Midoriya nodded, a glint in his eyes, a silent goal of making you cup on his fingers. Midoriya only increased the pace of his fingers, thrusting his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You gasped as you were so close. Your grip on his hair turned harsh. Midoriya only moaned at the slight pain as he curried on his efforts.

From the vibrations of his moan against your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you hard and fast. You were sure you lost feeling to your legs but Midoriya quickly grasped you with two arms, holding you up as you came down hard. You cried out, grinding your crotch against his mouth in pleasure. Midoriya sucked and lapped up every single drop that came out of you. He thought himself in a place akin to heaven. He couldn’t think of being in a place that wasn’t between your thighs right now.

Well… maybe with his cock inside you instead.

Finally you gasped as you finally came down from your high. You leaned your back against the tiles allowing the water to wash down your skin. Without even a second more for you to catch your breath, you found Midoriya stand up and pick you up by your thighs. You let out a surprised shout but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck as you did so.

You moved to kiss him, your hand against his cheek as you kept him as close as possible to you. You straightened up with a gasp as you felt his cock press against your cunt. You looked down at him half lidded in need. Midoriya let out an amused smirk but held you all the same. You nodded your head, holding him tightly. With your go ahead, he guided his cock inside you.

You both moaned at the same time, holding each other tightly as you felt his cock stretch you out. He was much thicker than you thought and it only made you squeeze him tighter. Midoriya moved to kiss your jaw, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to try and get you to loosen up around him. “Such a good girl. Your taking my cock so well. Come on, you can take more can’t you?” You whined as he slowly lowered you down more inches making a shiver run down your back as you grip on him tightened. “There you go. That’s a good girl.” He praised you effortlessly.

The pleasurable burn of your cunt having to stretch around his cock to accommodate him made you moan. Finally he had everything inside you and you took a moment, trying to breathe through it and just enjoy the full feeling. He felt so good inside you, it made you grip onto him tighter. Midoriya had his eyes closed for a moment at the wonderful feeling of your vice of a cunt. You felt like heaven and if he died pushing against your cervix, he wouldn’t mind at all. He gripped you tightly, thick fingers bruising your ass and thighs as he held you up.

You kissed his thick neck, trying to let every freckle you saw on his skin, get touched by your lips. You moved up his neck, against his jaw to his ear. You fiddled with the baby hairs at the base of his neck as you had your lips against his ear. “Izuku… fuck me.” You moved to face him once again, looking down at him as you held onto him. Midoriya looked up into your eyes, his heart beating out of his chest. He nodded his head as he leaned up to kiss. You put your lips against him, wanting the warmth that came with his mouth against yours.

Slowly you felt him move you up and down his cock. You sucked in a breath at the feeling of the head of his cock nudge that spot inside you. Your stuttered breaths were right against his skin making him smirk at your reaction. Slowly he fucked up into you, the warm water cascading down your bodies and between the both of you. You couldn’t help but find the whole scenario heavily erotic.

You gasped as Midoriya slowly increased his pace, fucking up into you. The slap of your bodies against each other made you hold your breath. You wanted to memorise every vein and every curvature of his cock inside you. You didn’t want to lose the feeling of him inside you. He filled you so deliciously that it almost as if you were whole when you were both like this. You were gasping for air as you moaned.

“Fuck, Izuku! Just like that! Harder!” You cried, your eyes closed in pleasure as you moved up and down his cock as best as you could with your legs wrapped around him. Midoriya didn’t hesitated to fuck into you harder, forcing you further down his cock making his cock nudge that spot inside you that made you scream. “IZUKU!” You shouted.

Midoriya was breathless, barely able to think other than moving you up and down his cock. He couldn’t think past the fact that he was balls deep inside you. He groaned at how perfect you felt around him, how perfect you were for him. “Y/N…” He groaned. “You feel so fucking perfect.” His grip on you tightened. “So beautiful. So amazing… Fuck~”

You were practically jumping up and down in his arms on top of his cock. You were so close. So fucking close. You couldn’t breathe with all this hot air around you, your entire existence condensed into this moment. The coil inside you was going to snap and with the way he was fucking you in such earnest you were surprised you hadn’t come yet. “Izuku… inside!” You requested, not wanting him anywhere else. “Cum inside.” You requested.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Midoriya felt a rush down his spine at the thought of coming inside you. With a thrust down onto his cock you gasped. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your thighs shook as ecstasy washed over your body. Your nails dug into his skin as you came around his cock. Midoriya groaned at the delicious feeling of your pussy milking his cock. With a final thrust inside you, keeping the both of you conjoined, he came inside you. Midoriya let out a stuttered moan as he held onto you. You whined at the warm feeling inside you.

Both you and Midoriya held onto each other for dear life not wanting to let go. Midoriya then noticed you weren’t breathing properly. You were gasping for breath. Quickly he switched off the water in the shower and put his back to the wall of the shower, lowering the both of you to the floor. He put his hands to the side of your head, forcing you to look at him. “Breathe for me baby. Breathe for me.” He instructed you. You nodded taking in a deep breath with him, holding it for a few seconds, hiccups stuttering out of your chest, before letting it out. He nodded with an adoring smile letting you breathe. You closed your eyes, leaned to put your head in the crook of his neck, relaxing for a moment in his warm embrace. You held onto him for dear life not wanting to let go. Midoriya wrapped his arms around you, a hand to the back of your head as he kept you right where you needed to be. And that was with him.

You motioned for Angelica-Nina to come towards you. The black fluffy rabbit hopped over to your bedside, jumping up onto the bed. You cooed over to her as she hopped over to you. She snuggled close to you, positioning herself close enough to get pet by you. You chuckled as you pet down her ears, her nose twitching. Midoriya and you were finally back home for another two weeks of staying together in your apartment. Midoriya was enjoying all the time off away from hero work and you were enjoying all the lazy time too. However, Angelica-Nina did not appreciate getting left at home with Inko without the two of you. She had refused to jump into Midoriya’s hands and had down right thumped at the sight of him. It required a lot of attention from Midoriya for her not to be angry at him anymore.

Said bunny hopped on top of you with little hesitation. Midoriya was spooned up behind you. His arms were wrapped around you as you both slept in for the morning. Angelica-Nina however, did not approve of such behaviour. She hopped onto him, moving over close to his face. Suddenly without warning she thumped his cheek.

“Ow.” He let out lowly. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before opening one eye. He chuckled and moved to give her one of his hands and scratched by the scruff of her neck. “Good morning to you too, princess.” He smiled up at her. She stopped her little tantrum, feeling content at his touch once more.

You giggled quietly at how much he was such a sucker for his rabbit. She had him wrapped around his little finger and it was down right amusing. He picked her up and put her back on the bed by your side, but continued to pet her ears down. “We should probably get up now, Izuku. It’s nearly eleven.”

Midoriya closed his eyes again but moved to kiss your neck. “Too early.” He groaned out.

You chuckled as you turned your head to face him. “You’ve gotten lazy, Mr Number One.” You tapped his nose.

Midoriya hummed with a tired smirk on his face. “Then let me be lazy.” He mumbled as he moved closer to your lips, placing his own against yours. You smiled into the kiss, putting your hand to cup his cheek. He pushed back into the kiss, shifting to allow you to turn back onto the bed. He kept kissing you, moving to get on top of you. You groaned into the kiss, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. Then you-

Thump.

Both you and Midoriya turned to Angelica-Nina who twitched her nose as she looked at the both of you.

Thump.

Midoriya and you chuckled at her little tantrums. Placing a final kiss to your neck he hummed. “Don’t leave.” He whispered against your skin.

You giggled. “Okay.”

Questioning why he even got a rabbit in the first place, Midoriya got up and out of bed with a bit yawn. He shook his messy curls, before moving over to scoop Angelica-Nina into his arms. “Okay, girl. Your probably hungry, that’s why you have your ears in a twist.” He grumbled. She stayed in his arms, preferring to be carried around like the princess she was treated to be.

You giggled as you watched the two of them leave. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face. Midoriya was often than not now, insatiable when it came to you and you couldn’t help but love the attention. You couldn’t help but indulge him, especially when he looked at you as if you put the sun in the sky and often kissed your skin like you were made of gold and diamonds.

The sound of your phone vibrating brought you back to reality as you looked over to your side table. You picked up your phone to see Denki flashing on the screen. You raised an eyebrow. You leaned back in your warm bed as you answered the video call.

Suddenly the screen of your phone showed the image of one of your best friends, his yellow vivid hair shining in the sunlight as he wore sunglasses and was somewhere you couldn’t recognise. “I got her on!” You heard him shout to someone behind the phone before focusing on you. “You look cosy.”

You chuckled. “Hey, Denks and indeed I am.” You told him honestly with a nod of your head.

“So, how’s life being Mrs Midoriya?” He asked with a smug smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“It’s…” You paused for a second, thinking of an answer. You sighed. “It’s amazing so far.” You told him honestly. “Izuku and I have been enjoying our honeymoon so everything has been great.”

Denki opened his mouth to say swomething but then Mina cut in from the background. “Girl! Remember, you can’t give birth to a honeymoon baby, it’s too soon!”

You felt heat crawl up your neck making you roll your eyes. “Tell Mina that’s not going to happen and not to bud into my sex life.”

“I’m just saying!” You heard her shout. Then you saw the screen changed as the phone was taken away from Denki suddenly making the electric prohero let out a confused shout. Suddenly you found yourself in the hands of Sero Hanta and Mina who sat against him with a coffee in hand. “If you wanna have little green haired babies be my guess, but I aint letting you fall into the endless rabbit hole that is Midoriya Izuku’s sex life.” She lectured you with a knowing nod, her husband nodding his head along with her. “If he still has the same libido as he did end of high school-”

“Which he still does!” You heard Denki shout from somewhere in the background.

Mina motioned to him before looking back down at you. “Good luck.”

You gave her a pointed look before releasing a sigh. “Morning, Hanta.”

“Hola, Y/N.” He raised a hand with a smile. “You both still alive?”

Before you could answer, Midoriya stole your phone earning a gasp from you. He held your phone in his hand as he set down a tray of breakfast in front of you, instantly shifting your attention. “Alive and well, thank you Hanta.” Midoriya responded.

“Oh, its Izuku. Hi Izuku!” Mina waved.

The phone was once again snatched into someone else’s hands. “HEY!” You heard Mina shout.

“Deku.” You paused as you raised your cup of coffee to your mouth at the voice that had just spoken. Midoriya let out an annoyed sigh at the sight of Bakugou Katsuki. Bakugou glared over at Midoriya with a usual scowl on his face. “You didn’t respond to my message.”

“Um… yah.” He said it with an obvious tone. “I’m on my honeymoon, Kacchan.” Midoriya reminded him. “I’m not answering anyone who isn’t my mom, my wife or my lawyers and you don’t fall into any of those categories. I’m hanging up now.”

“Deku! You know that the case is important. You know damn well I’d rather meet without you but…” You could practically hear the pain in his voice of having to need Midoriya for something. “The courts won’t sign off on it without your written consent and approval before next week.”

Midoriya frowned at the mention of what was needed. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, moving a hand to his brows for a second. He didn’t want to work right now, not when he was still on leave and would rather spend the time with you. Midoriya thought of a solution, trying to figure out what was the best course of action.

You put down your mug and moved to kneel on the bed next to where Midoriya was so that Bakugou could see your face. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou paused for a second at the sound of you saying his name. “Y/N…” He breathed out.

“Whatever you need, you can come over and get whatever it is signed.” You told him bluntly, before falling back on your ass.

Midoriya turned towards you in surprise for a moment. “But Y/N, I don’t want to do that to you. We’re on leave and-”

You put a hand up. “It’s important Izuku and it isn’t an everyday thing. It won’t last long and then its over and done with.” Midoriya hesitated but you gave him a smile and a nod of your head. “Don’t worry.” You told him softly. “It’s okay.”

The green haired hero was quiet for a moment before turning back to the phone. “Come over at 9 Kacchan and bring Shoto with you.” Not waiting for a response, Midoriya hung up the phone. He looked back over to you as you looked back up at him. He let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry, love. I really didn’t want any sort of work during this time.”

You chuckled as you reached up and took his hand in yours. “It’s okay, Izu. Now come on, lets eat some breakfast, okay?”

Midoriya smiled as he leaned forward towards you. “Actually,” Without warning towards you, Midoriya grabbed your legs and pulled you forward towards him making you let out a scream. He put his hands over you in the sheets as he caged you underneath him with a smirk. He put one hand up to your chin, keeping you looking up at him. A smirk pulled to his lips. “I think breakfast is right in front of me.” Midoriya lowers his lips down to your neck making you giggle.

“Izuku,” You ran a hand through his curly hair, keeping your hands on him. “I mean actually breakfast.” You point out, ignoring the building feeling in your abdomen.

He looked up at you with a furrowed eyebrows as he seemed downright offended. “Don’t judge my breakfast.” He frowned with a low grumble.

Bakugou looked around the apartment with a raised eyebrow as he looked at your new home with Midoriya. You and Midoriya had been living here before you got married for around three months but still Bakugou could tell the new apartment smell when he saw it. That and he was never invited in so it wasn’t much a surprise. Midoriya stood in front of the group of three men with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants with a gentle smile on his face. “Welcome.” He said with a relaxed smile.

Kirishima easily got distracted by the bunny on the couch that seemed rather indifferent about his presence or the other two new presence in the room. Bakugou glanced over at his boyfriend’s tilted head as he watched the bunny chew on a piece of parsley. He rolled his eyes with a soft amused scoff before looking back at Midoriya. He raised an eyebrow unimpressed at Midoriya’s attire. “Looking rather casual, don’t you think Deku?”

Midoriya let out a soft sigh. “I’m on leave, Kacchan and this is my home. I should be bothered by you just being here.”

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted the large redhead in the room. “Thank you for allowing us to come here, Izuku.” He stated as he looked over to Midoriya.

Shoto hummed with a nod of his head, not looking around all that much as he had been in the apartment before unlike the other two. “I apologise for interrupting your leave. If there was another way of going around it, I would make sure we went that way, but the government is pretty strict on such cases.” He explained monotonously.

Midoriya gave Shoto a smiled. “I am aware, Shoto. It’s alright.” Midoriya then flicked his gaze over to Kirishima, his warmer expression slipping as he looked rather indifferent towards the redhead. Kirishima picked up on it instantly. He could feel the way Midoriya went colder at the sight of him. “It was my wife who decided that you all could come here, Eijiro. I just allowed it.” He explained. He motioned for them all to follow him to his study.

Bakugou set his eyes on Midoriya, as he followed the Number One hero. “Sounds rather controlling.” He let out lowly as he looked around the hallway as they followed him.

Midoriya glanced back at him. “Y/N and I co-own this apartment. I can decide who enters and so can my wife.” He explained. He opened the door to his study and walked inside, leading the other three men in.

Midoriya easily cut to the chase and the four of them quickly got into a discussion of the case they were working on. It was a bit of an ugly case, a villain who had done more than a few unsavoury things and had murdered enough people for the state to want justice. He was defeated by the heroes and easily put into Tartarus. However, the heroes were given some power over the case and were now allowed, due to the hard efforts of Midoriya and other heroes, to work in the cases as well in the judicial system and follow them there and not just leave it all up to the police.

You really didn’t know what all the buzz was about, but you did now that you had guests over and you also luckily knew all of them well enough to get them refreshments.

You knocked first before opening the door some more with your body. You kept your eyes glued to Midoriya first before sweeping across the three other men in the room. “Evening, I brought drinks.” You spoke sweetly. Midoriya looked up from where he was seated. Todoroki sat to his left while Bakugou and Kirishima sat to his right, all eyes turned to you. Midoriya’s expression softened at the sight of you. You walked in with a tray in hand.

Bakugou and Kirishima tried not to focus on how you looked in the silk short kimono robe you wore as you walked in. You were clearly comfortable and didn’t take much mind in what you were wearing and neither did Todoroki (to be fair, you and Midoriya could walk around naked, and Todoroki wouldn’t bat an eye). However, Bakugou tried not to focus on the way the silk went over your breasts and Kirishima tried to keep his eyes away from your exposed legs as you set the tray down.

You walked over to where Midoriya sat. You put your hand on his shoulder. “Y/N, you didn’t have to.” He stated with a hand over your own as he looked up at you.

You put a finger to his chin, tilting his head up as he looked up at you. “I didn’t mind, Izuku. Not at all.” You remind him as you place a kiss to his lips making him smile.

“Thank you.” He said in gratitude as he moved to kiss the knuckles of your hand, “We’ll be done soon but you don’t have to stay up.”

You chuckle letting go of him and turning to leave. “Alright.” You waved a hand to Todoroki. “Goodbye Shoto.”

Todoroki had since picked up the cup of tea you had made him. He bowed his head. “Bye, Y/N. Thank you for the tea.”

You waved a hand down showing him it was no problem. You stood at the door with a nod towards Bakugou and Kirishima before leaving once more, leaving the door how you found it.

Bakugou reached down and picked up the glass that he knew belonged to him. You had made him a Manhattan. He moved to glass to his lips, taking a sip. It almost felt nostalgic and borderline painful. You had made it just how he liked it, just how you used to make it for him. Kirishima picked up the beer that you had left him, surprisingly the same brand he liked.

Midoriya took a sip of his Moscato. He smiled. “So… court is on what date?” He asked clearly in a lighter mood after your visit.

It took thirty minutes more before they were all done their business and Midoriya could finally get rid of the other three proheroes. Although he couldn’t wait to get back to you, he was however glad that everything was sorted, and he wouldn’t have to worry about it when he got back.

Todoroki was the first to leave his study, then Kirishima but the redhead paused when he noticed that Bakugou didn’t move. He looked back at the blond, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. Bakugou raised a hand. “I’m coming, Eijiro.” He spoke, although his crimson eyes were on Midoriya. Kirishima had an uneasy feeling but left towards the staircase with Todoroki.

Midoriya stayed seated as he looked over at Bakugou. Poison met blood. Green met red. The two didn’t say anything for a minute and yet kept eye-contact. It was painfully tense in the room. “Well…” Midoriya started as he folded his arms over his chest. “Say what you want to say, before it chokes you.”

Bakugou looked down at the glass in his hand already finished and yet he missed every drop of it. He wished he could drink it again and again, because it reminded him of you in the most painful and yet beautiful of ways. His grip tightened around the glass. “You know she’ll never love you, right?” He looked up at an emotionless Midoriya. “Not as much as she loved me.”

The green haired man let out a sigh as he rubbed his temple. “Are you done?” He asked.

“She said it herself.” He leaned over and put the glass on the tray. He flicked his gaze back to Midoriya. “It’s quite a shame she had to lower herself down to you.”

Midoriya furrowed his eyebrows as he tilted his head to the side. “And how exactly am I on a lower standard than you?” He asked motioning to the blond.

“You quirkless, villain’s bastard.” Bakugou immediately noticed the way Midoriya stiffened, and he couldn’t help but broaden his smirk seeing that he struck a nerve. “I bet you didn’t tell her about that, now did you?”

You stopped outside the cracked open door. You had just wanted to go and get water from the kitchen when you heard only the sounds of Bakugou and Midoriya speaking. You paused as you leaned slightly more towards the door.

“Tell her about what?” Midoriya asked, one hand gripping the cushioned seat a bit harder than he would like to admit.

Bakugou leaned back nonchalantly. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the green haired man in front of him. “You really want to put her through the same stress you put your mother through?” He asked with a raise of an eyebrow. “Y/N wants kids, and you are really going to give her so much unnecessary stress by giving her a quirkless child who’s just like you?” He motioned to Midoriya who’s jaw was tense, but he stayed silent. “You were lucky, Izuku but that’s all it is. Luck. You weren’t born privileged or lucky enough to even have a quirk. You received a hand-me-down quirk from All Might and nothing more. If it wasn’t for One for All you would have nothing. The Midoriya name would mean nothing.”

Midoriya scowled his eyes looking down away from Bakugou. “Shut up, Kacchan.” He stated simply but dripping in venom.

Bakugou shifted forward. “Without all the help you received from All Might, all the government officials just wanting to get close to the new barer of One for All, you would have been nothing. Nothing but a quirkless kid from Shizuoka with stupid dreams.”

“Shut up, Kacchan.”

“Did you even tell her that Midoriya is your mother’s name? Tell her about your so called father who is infamously known for killing thousands of lives? Did you tell her about that?” Bakugou asked amusedly with a tilt of his head. “Did you tell her about how easy it would be for one more bad accident to happen to you causing you to retire from hero work indefinitely because of how reckless you are with your body? Did you tell her about how easy it would be to ruin her because of you.”

Midoriya stood up abruptly. He pointed to the door, his eyes dark. “Get out.” He whispered lowly, trying so hard not to lunge himself at the blond. His hair sparked slightly but he tried to keep his composure. “Get out of my apartment, right now.”

“Why, does it bother you that I’m telling you the truth?” Bakugou asked standing up to match Midoriya. “Face it, Izuku. I’m right.”

“I don’t fucking care what you say to me, Katsuki, but I won’t allow you to insult my family name.”

“Because you won’t accept the truth.”

“Because you’re talking about my family, Katsuki! Not just me but my mother and my wife!” He shouted over at the blond as he put a hand to his chest, pupils small as he felt threatened by Bakugou. “Do you honestly think I would stand here and let you disregard me? Disregard who my family is? Y/N is part of that as well and I will not let you disrespect us by talking ill about our family.”

Bakugou let out an amused chuckle. “Your family? Your family! She was supposed to be a Bakugou. If it wasn’t for my mistake, she wouldn’t even entertain you, Izuku!” He said taking a step closer with a sneer on his face.

Midoriya let out a cynical laugh. “My God, you are so delusional!” He shook his head almost in amused shock at Bakugou’s words.

“You know nothing about her! Bet you can’t even please her right.”

Midoriya flicked his gaze over to Bakugou. His eyes darkened, something in them that wasn’t supposed to be in the eyes of a hero. He lifted up a hand and pointed it to Bakugou. “Katsuki, If I hear another word about my wife,” He spoke calmly as he looked at the blond unwaveringly. “coming out of your mouth-”

“You’re gonna do what, Izuku? Tell me? What are you going to do?” Bakugou taunted amusedly.

“I am going to kill you.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Uh huh, yah-”

Midoriya pulled Bakugou in by his shoulder before holding on to the back of the blond’s neck, forcing him down to look up at him. Midoriya didn’t smile as he stared down at Bakugou unblinkingly. Not even a sliver of hesitation in his eyes as he looked down at the blond. Bakugou paused as he looked up at Midoriya, a dark veil over his face as he stared down at him.

Bakugou let out a scoff, ignoring his fast beating heart. “Like father like son, huh?”

Midoriya blinked. He rolled his eyes, heavily annoyed. He held the blond tightly in his grasp and started to pull him over to the door. “How about I escort you out.” Midoriya wasn’t suggesting it as he entered the empty hallway. He ignored a grumbling Bakugou as he went downstairs and apologised to Todoroki and Kirishima for the wait. He let the three men out of the apartment before closing the door behind them.

Midoriya took a moment, not to think, not to breathe. He held his breath and closed his eyes. He only took a breath again when his body forced him to. Frustrated tears lined his eyes that he quickly brushed away.

A squeak took his attention as a sleepy Angelica-Nina looked up at him from her place on the couch. Her nose twitching. Midoriya put a sad smile on his face. He brushed down her ears, picking her up to put against his chest. He walked over and placed her down onto her bunny bed where she preferred to sleep. He let her be before moving back to his study to clear up.

It was another ten minutes before Midoriya walked into your shared room. He made his way into the covers behind you. Right before he could pull you in, you turned around to face him. The room was dark but without the curtains drawn, you could see him pretty easily with the lights from the city. You wiggled into his arms as you looked up at him.

Midoriya let out a soft sigh. “I thought I told you that you shouldn’t stay up?” He asked in a low whisper.

You hummed. “I wanted to wait for you.” You answered him back honestly.

You took a moment before raising your hands to his face. You moved to lie on top of him, putting your hands to cup his face as you looked down at him. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Izuku…” You spoke sweetly. You could tell he wasn’t okay. You could feel it and you didn’t want to confess to him that you knew why. “Izuku, honey, what’s wrong?” He closed his eyes trying not to breakdown in front of you. You shushed him sweetly as you placed a kiss to his cheek. “Shh… it’s okay.” You whispered to him. “I’m here.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered back up to you. “Kach-… Katsuki…” You perked up at the fact that Midoriya was using Bakugou’s first name. “Katsuki just got under my skin. I’m sorry for acting so poorly, I should be stronger than this.” He said lowly as he closed his eyes turning his head away from you.

You frowned at his apology. “Izuku, don’t apologise for being hurt, it’s natural. It shows that you’re human.” You reminded him, dragging your hand through his hair. “Did… did he say something about us?” Midoriya opened his eyes as he looked back up to you. He nodded his head. You frowned. You reached over to grab his hand off your hip as you brought your conjoined hands in front of him. “You see this?” You asked him. You had joined your left hand with his own. You both still had your wedding rings on. “This is us. There is nothing that Katsuki can do that can change this. I am a Midoriya, I am married to you. You, Midoriya Izuku…” You smiled dearly as you smiled down at him. “Wonderfully hard working, loving, kind and charismatic you. Whatever Katsuki said just know its probably shit and he’s still pouting like a baby because he lost, and you won and he doesn’t like that. It’s you and me, Izuku. You and me.”

Midoriya took a moment to look up at you, his pupils big in the darkness as he did so. He lifted his hands to go over yours. You noticed a glossy look in his emerald eyes. He let out a stuttered breath as he closed his eyes. “God, I love you.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at his words. He opened his eyes again to look at you with a soft smile. “I’m drowning in your existence, and I fear you’ll try and save me.”

You were silent for a moment, not wanting to regret this decision, and you prayed you wouldn’t. He leaned down to put your noses against each other, lips brushing each other. “I don’t think I can save you, Izuku.”

“How come?” He asked, moving to wrap his arms around your body.

You closed your eyes as you leaned in.

“Because I’m drowning too.”

-Glitch1d

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Top 10 Great BLs That Are REALLY hard to find (but worth tracking down)

But you may want to go hunting anyway!

Seven Days

Seven Days: Monday-Thursday

Seven Days: Friday-Sunday

Japan 2015

Never doubt my ability to recommend this show. One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat there’s still some really cute mutual kisses.

Cherry Magic AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii

Japan 2020

The sweetest fluffiest magical realism BL, packaged as a pinning office romance, very low heat (practically chaste) but the cutest. It’s truly great.

Cherry Magic Thailand

Thai 2024

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. I personally like it slightly better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. Also all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be from Thailand.

I Feel You Linger in the Air

Thai 2023

IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL... from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show could easily have earned a 10/10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls in the final quarter. Argh. Whatever.

All about the ecstasy and the agony here.

Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de

Japan 2020

Atmospheric study in rural Japan meets complex family dynamics built on a romance framework of city boy meets country boy, grumpy/sunshine. It’s beautiful and icy sweet. Slow moving in places but ultimately worth the patience, low heat, low angst, and stunning.

Given

Japan 2021

Boy joins band, falls in love with other boy. The singing is terrible, fast forward through that but with the possible exception of the hair styles, this BL could have been made in 2015 and no one would be surprised. As such, it wasn’t ground breaking, but it didn’t disappoint either.

Make a Wish

Thai 2023

A doctor who can see the dead strikes a bargain with a wish-granting irreverent tree angel - naturally they fall in love (from Sammon: Manner of Death & Triage). Stars Fluke Natouch opposite not Ohm, but who cares because Fluke has chemistry with everybody. Once again the Thai afterlife is incredibly bureaucratic but I enjoyed the premise and the unfolding of the story (it’s not predictable but still satisfying and with nice little twist). I like that the doctor is just gay AF - fag hag bestie and all the swagger. The cast is excellent but the comedic stylings are a bit overblown and tonally off. It had sad parts and did make me cry but is ultimately happy with a great sex scene, good smiley kisses, and all the agency.

2 Moons The Ambassador AKA 2 Moons 3

Thai 2022

A Thai pulp that felt like it came out 5 yrs ago with many of the flaws inherent to that time and studio system, including manufactured angst and convoluted plot, but an ultimately sweet main couple that (as a pairing) feels a bit more modern and satisfying to watch than they started out. This will probably go down in history as one of the few BLs where I genuinely didn’t care about any of the side couples. All that said I find this show oddly appealing and rewatchable and I have no excuses for that.

I Want to See Only You AKA Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai

Japan 2022

This is a beautiful, well acted piece of cinema, about two boys who are opposite personalities and grew up together. Gifted and serious Sakura pines after outgoing eccentric manic pixie dream boy, Yuma. It is very pretty and this is the kind of atmospheric elegantly performed BL that only really comes from Japan (complete with dead fish kisses - what you though Korea invented them? oh no).

Triage

Thai 2022

BL does Groundhog Day featuring a doctor stuck in a time loop who must save a poor little rich boy from death by seducing the stuffing out of him, then PLOT TWIST, poor little rich boy must do the same for doctor! Unfortunately... stuffing keeps leaking. I thought the plot was engaging if a little redundant and occasionally exhausting. The pairs were all well done, low heat but with decent chemistry and the support characters were likeable (or unlikeable, as required). If anything, the romance arc detracted and distracted from the main plot, but that doesn't stop this from being a genuinely good show.

HONORABLE MENTION

Great Men Academy

Thai 2019

Bodyswap involving unicorns making a teenage girl into a boy makes this questionable as a BL (because, ya know, gender). But the fact remains that James is killer in the lead, and I (who do not like bodyswap) loved this damn show. Look, there is actual plot, hotties at boarding school, "bully the one you love" trope, some weird VR shit, very bad CGI, and yes, the boys end up together... whether they boys or not, so to speak.

Some of these shows may appear on a smaller streaming service, like WeTV, or they may be on a legal platform in your territory. I hope it goes without saying you should check there first.

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This list updated Spring 2024, not responsible for cool stuff that went missing (or was added to a platform) after that date.

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PREV: #004 THIS SPARK, IS IT REAL? 𖧧 #005 THE ICE SURRENDERS 𖧧 NEXT: #006 COMFORT IN FAMILIARITY ꒰ series masterlist ꒱

꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — the closer you get to itoshi sae, the closer you are to the part of it all that you’d rather skip: your mother, your problems, your baggage.

content: itoshi sae x female reader. fluff/angst. tw: reader’s mom—calls her a whore. profanity, verbal abuse, switching povs, jealousy, unrequited love, making out. word count: 9.6k

༝༚༝༚ sorry for the absurdly long wait !!! as you know i was sick and out of it for the past week so this chapter was difficult to get out :( but anw it's here :) gimme a while more for those of you who asked for extras hehe but i hope you guys enjoy this for now !! mwah ily

“who? that guy that you’re always reported with?”

bianca sighs, her bad mood more than obvious to her manager, who’s been with her for three years now. considering she’s been there since her career started, bianca’s not surprised she can tell her moods from just a single look.

“yeah, he’s been… cold lately.”

at least, bianca seems to think so. sae hasn’t been this cold to her since they first got close. she’s biting on her lips, staring at their message thread, her messages going unresponded for a while now.

“bianca, you like him, right?”

her manager’s question goes unresponded, bianca’s lips tightly sealed. but that’s enough of an answer for her.

“why don’t you just tell him? who knows he might like you too? you two spend a lot of time together for two busy people.”

the words give her hope, but it’s not very many. bianca had hoped that after at least a year and more of getting to know each other that maybe sae would start to feel something, anything. it doesn’t look like it. he’s never once initiated hanging out with her, and no matter how many times she’s bugged him for something as simple as, for example, wearing his jerseys, he wouldn’t even budge.

what if people misunderstand, his lousy excuse. isn’t that just another way to say he doesn’t even want it?

“are you sure he’s not just busy?” her manager asks again upon her silence.

sure, that is the logical train of thought. sae’s one of the best midfielders the world has ever seen. not even counting that, he’s beautiful—a face and body that many brands would want to invest in, want help to sell their brand with. it’s entirely plausible that he has a packed schedule, and bianca would think that, if not for the fact that he’s been acting weird lately.

sae always plans his sleep—that’s why he refused her invitation to meet with her friends that night, isn’t it? he was tired and wanted to sleep, but he showed up the next day looking exhausted, more than bianca’s ever seen. apart from that, he even followed that mystery girl from that night; bianca recognises you from your profile picture.

who are you, exactly?

bianca finds herself scrolling through your profile—she already has your username memorised somehow. you don’t post much, and you don’t really post anything with anybody, just things like scenery from work travels and activities like baking, and you’re not tagged in much either, except for this one girl named sumi. still, all she’s able to gather from you is your name and that you work at a sports magazine.

is that all you want from sae? interviews and favours?

it better be.

“anyway,” bianca’s manager sighs as she prepares to go home for the day, having settled everything else regarding bianca’s schedule. “you have the whole week free after tomorrow, you should go to japan and surprise him if you want. maybe take some of that anxiety off,” she suggests, noting that bianca’s face will be perpetually pouting if she doesn’t get to the root of her questions.

on the couch, bianca sits up, the idea registering in her head, grinning from ear to ear. “you’re right,” she agrees, immediately making arrangements to fly to tokyo. “i’ll do just that.”

she’ll go to tokyo, she’ll talk to sae and try to wring it out of him. if it really is nothing, then great, but bianca’s already planning her next course of action if it isn’t.

bianca doesn’t know who you are just yet, but one thing she wants you to get clear in your head: sae is hers and hers alone.

maybe not now, but one day she’ll make it happen. and until then, she doesn’t want anyone to cut in.

you blink and stare in shock as you see the heart on your screen. it must be accidental. has to be. sae doesn’t look like the type to send hearts. you shake it off, bringing yourself back down to earth.

it’s the next day after your drinking session with otoya and the others. your mind’s pretty hazy; you don’t really remember much especially on the later half of the night—you only remember taking a leap of faith and dragging sae into seven minutes of heaven with you. you’re sure you did nothing at all, except talk, but even what you talked about is pretty foggy. what you do remember is that he said he isn’t involved with anyone. you smile just thinking of it.

maybe it’s stupid, possibly falling head over heels for someone like sae who has many more admirers than you can imagine, but you can’t stop yourself from seeing the signs that he’s sending you.

just his texts are proof alone—you know he’s not someone who wastes his time on people he doesn’t see in his future. and you want to think that he’s not treating you like this over something as simple as pure friendship. but you don’t want to get your hopes up. you don’t think you’ll actually believe it until he tells you himself.

after all, there’s still the whole thing with bianca. even if he says he’s not involved with anyone, with the way all the other guys talk about her and sae, you can’t help but feel there’s something more there. but maybe that’s not something you have to concern yourself with for now.

yeah, because right now, there’s an even bigger monster that stands on the other side of your door, pounding on it like the world will end if you don’t answer her. her shrill voice is enough to give you headaches that could last a year, and her demands—even worse.

“i swear to god, y/n, if you don’t open this damn door before they get here i’m gonna kill you myself!”

four minutes now that you’ve been ignoring her. she hasn’t stopped to take a breath. it must be really urgent. she must’ve screwed up really bad. again. you’re pretty tired of it. you wish you’d given up on her already. sometimes.

there’s a stack of cash in your hands that you’re fiddling with. your hard-earned money. yours to supposedly spend as you please. supposedly. but what’s yours hasn’t been completely yours for a while now.

begrudgingly, you yank the door open, your eyes just short of a speck of anger—your mother’s wide eyes are much worse, not a speck of affection for her own daughter. you wonder why your own flesh and blood looks at you like that. you remember how kind sae’s eyes are; why can someone like him look at you like that while your own mother looks like… this?

“here. payment for this month, like i said,” you huff, nearly earning yourself a slap across the face again, except your mother’s holding it in. probably for a more appropriate time.

“not enough. need a bit more.”

you squint your eyes at her in disbelief. “you borrowed even more? we can barely afford—”

“then make yourself of use like your father was!” she cuts in, the disdain in her voice clear, like the day used to be. “really, all you need to do is not be a bitch by talking back and you can’t even do that. i should’ve aborted you when i got the chance.”

she spits those words out as if there was never a day that she loved you. she says them as if she was forced to have you. she storms off as if she has any right to demand you for anything.

you shouldn’t be abiding by them, but you can’t help it. the old picture of you and your parents when you were ten sits sourly at the edge of your study table, their once perfect smiles all smeared by recent memories, fading away as if they were just a fever dream.

“mom and dad will always love you, okay?”

is it a crime to want that loving woman back?

eita would be a good person to talk to about all this, given he knows a fair amount, but he doesn’t know how truly bad your mother’s gotten, and you’re not sure you want him to. you’ve burdened him enough, making him constantly worry about you even when he’s busy, and you’re not sure how much of it you can take from him without starting to feel guilty all over again.

and a part of you wants to warn sae that if he doesn’t want anything bad staining his reputation that he should stay away from you. but there’s the dominant part of you that wants to pursue what you want, without guilt or having to think about others, that wants to give yourself a chance at what makes you happy.

your mother has a tendency of taking them all away though. it wouldn’t be the first time.

for the first time, you find yourself wanting to count on someone other than eita, and for entirely different reasons. you’re texting the person who makes your heart beat faster without a second thought.

your fingers hover hesitantly over the send button. your mind plays the memories with shiro all over again. he used to give you the same feelings sae did. he used to make you think he was all green flags and clear skies and it’s eerily similar to what you feel now.

can you really trust yourself with this?

clumsily, your thumb deletes everything, putting in its place a lame excuse—i’m just feeling the monday blues kicking in early, save me.

maybe one day you’ll trust him enough to tell him about it. yeah, one day.

“why haven’t you told him yet?” eita asks you the next day, when you’ve given up holding strong in your house and decided to defect to his.

you’re out on his balcony, leaning against the back of the chair, enjoying the rare chilly weather of the afternoon. eita’s beside you, barely awake because he always sleeps in and today you just so happened to intrude on some of that time.

sae, for the most part, entertains you whenever he’s free, even now he’s still replying you. but no matter how good your life gets, you can’t get the ick of staying with someone who doesn’t really love you away. hence why you’re here, seeking escape once again. albeit in a different way than you used to.

although, with all the questioning you’re receiving, you think maybe you should’ve just toughed it out. still, you should’ve expected this topic to come up sooner or later. it’s not unreasonable for eita to get worried when you seem to be seeking him out more than usual anyway.

you sigh, it’s a headache that you’re too used to blocking out that when eita asks you about it you’re not too ready to answer him. “and say what? ‘hey, by the way, my mother’s a perpetual gambling addict who will ruin your entire reputation if word gets out at all’? no thank you.”

there’s a small pause when eita thinks your words through.

“what, you didn’t think of the same thing when hanging out with me?”

you look pointedly at him, arms crossed, wind swirling through your hair. “that’s different, we’re best friends, eita.”

eita chuckles, stretching his hand out and laying his head against it on the wooden table, staring at you. “what’s this now? so you got a crush on sae, huh?”

fuck. you curse at yourself internally when you realise what you’d just confessed to.

“didn’t know you two were even talking,” eita mumbles, maybe to himself with how soft he is right now. “guess it makes sense. that guy wouldn’t have taken care of you the whole night if there wasn’t something going on.”

you mirror eita’s position, looking back at him. “don’t tell me too much, but… is he like this with bianca too?”

yeah, you hate yourself for asking about that to someone who’s not sae, but you want to know what eita thinks. because unlike oliver and the others, you trust eita.

there’s a look that he gives you that you’re not too sure what to make of. it’s gentle, and a little unlike him that you might confuse him for actually being half-asleep and caught in his dreams. but he shrugs, looking away, “i mean, there’s a difference in the way he takes care of you two. if you ask me, if bianca asked him to stay he probably wouldn’t. if it came from you, i think he would.”

eita wants to do the opposite, lie a little and maybe turn you away from his friend. but it’s you. it’s someone he could never lie to. not anymore. and he’d rather stay your best friend than get blacklisted for lying to you.

he sees you heaving a sigh of relief.

“you really like him, huh?” he meant to say that in his head, but the words just roll off his tongue.

there’s a lot of other things you’d usually say to distract him and force a change in subject, but given how much you’re already keeping from him about how bad your mother’s really gotten, you feel like you owe him some form of transparency somewhere, as thanks for keeping you sane most of the time.

“yeah, i think so,” you say, the only hesitation in your voice coming from the fact that you’re not sure if you should be telling eita about this.

for his part, he isn’t falling apart. maybe because all along he knew somewhat that this day would come and that he still wouldn’t be ready, still wouldn’t be able to say he wants one person and one person only. but you’re already there. you’ve always been.

“first time you feeling this way?”

“eita, let’s not go there.”

“why not?”

you stop the conversation from going too quickly, regaining the balance. “so… it was true, then?” there’s a reason you say it in past tense. you hope it’s not still true, from a selfish perspective.

eita’s forced laughter is enough of an answer. he still graces you with an answer. “it still is, i guess.”

for the first time ever, the both of you are addressing this. a few years too late, admittedly, but considering you’re two people who hate being straight with each other about these things, it’s progress.

you remember the day the signs got too real to ignore. it was the day you ran. it was the day eita denied everything because he didn’t want you to but still lost you.

A FEW YEARS BACK

“yeah? you’re not gonna even tell me that things between us are off?” he spat, the frustration seeping through his voice, disdain on every syllable.

eita never used that tone of voice on you until that moment.

it was raining again. just like that night he first kissed you. you thought it would forever mean nothing, you thought it would be something comfortable—for the both of you. something with nothing attached.

“answer me, then. you really gonna date that fucker shiro of all people?”

eita was young, and his fame was steadily rising. he had multiple people throwing themselves at him, wanting anything he could offer and yet everything he was offering to you, you threw away.

not that you necessarily knew what was going on in eita’s head, but given how you were acting, you might have an idea. that was why, right? that was why you were pulling away.

there’s thunder, and dozens of cars passing by, rainwater covering the both of you from head to toe because eita saw you for the first time in weeks and he just couldn’t wait to talk to you any longer. you had been avoiding him for so long now, were you even friends anymore?

your normal cheerful expression was clouded over, your glare more than enough warning that he shouldn’t be doing all of this but eita wasn’t going to stop no matter what. not until he got everything out. he was going to wait until you responded to him because you were apparently so fucking good at avoiding people.

“and how is that any of your business?”

eita barely recognised the person talking to him. since when did you learn to hate him that much?

“oh, i’m sorry, i must’ve missed the fucking memo that we weren’t talking or fucking anymore,” eita spat, the sarcasm dripping off his tongue something he used to use on everyone but you. not now, though. he was too angry for that.

you scoffed, walking one, two steps forward, both of you just an arm’s length apart. “then hear this, eita: we’re not fuck buddies anymore, and i have a boyfriend, so just stay away, okay?”

there were multiple voices in his head screaming not to say what he wanted to say at that moment, screaming at him that he would regret it, but he didn’t listen. his eyes wide, a sneer on his face; he was determined to look more vindictive than you were right then. “oh wow, y/n, didn’t know you were such a slut like your mom, giving it to whoever has more moneybags,” he mocked, more than aware of the hurt in your eyes but his temper was bad, and he couldn’t stop himself. “you know what? maybe you deserve all this shit, then, since you’re the same.”

the slap you gave him that day was the second hardest you’d given him in your life, maybe because a part of you was too distraught hearing those words from him that you weren’t in your best condition. that, and maybe the rain. but you ran away crying, as much as you tried to hide it. but eita had been in this position before, had seen what you looked like while running in the rain with tears in your eyes though you tried to mask them as the rainwater. you never liked to cry in front of him, and you never did.

and then, he was the reason you cried. the one person who you thought would never do that.

that night, as you ran straight into your boyfriend’s arms, you thought maybe you deserved it for not being able to deal with other people’s feelings properly. it wasn’t eita’s fault for having emotions, and it most certainly wasn’t his fault that he didn’t want to tell you about it. but you could feel it.

you felt it in the way he tried to hold your hand while walking alone. you felt it in the way he tried to hug you to sleep after he fucked you senseless. you felt it in the way he wasn’t seeing anyone else anymore. it wasn’t that you didn’t care about him, but with everything that was going on, emotions aren’t such a simple thing that you could handle, after all. especially if you didn’t feel the same way.

it was supposed to be a pair of best friends, using each other, nothing more and nothing less and you couldn’t take the heat when you felt eita wanting more. maybe you should’ve done it differently. maybe. and it was funny that you could tell how he felt about you yet at the moment, you couldn’t tell if he meant what he said.

and maybe if you knew better, you would've asked. no, if you knew better, you would've talked to him about it.

but it was all too late.

PRESENT

“oi, snap out of it.”

eita’s normal snappy voice brings you back to where you are, in his balcony sitting and supposedly enjoying the view, because when you’re high up here it almost looks like you have no troubles in life—at least, not the ones you have.

“look, i’m not gonna ask you to ignore what i just said,” eita says, sighing before he looks you straight in the eyes, his green irises much warmer than they used to be. “but can i ask you a favour?”

it takes you a while to respond, only because you can’t tell what he wants from you. your mouth opens slowly and carefully, “what?”

eita scoffs, and this time it’s not in disgust and you can tell. you can tell his mannerisms a lot better now. maybe because you’re both adults, and more transparent. maybe because you both had already lost each other once and know what that felt like, and maybe you both don’t want it to happen ever again. you don’t really know about him, but to you, no one can replace him in your life. his presence is too significant for that.

“stop looking at me like i’m a lost puppy.” he’s scowling now, downturned lips softening just a little, into a pout.

you snort, containing your laughter. perhaps you’d been thinking a little too much about it that you’re starting to look at him with pity. “yeah, okay.”

“that isn’t the favour.”

“then what is?”

he carries a straight face as he talks to you now, his fingers coming up to flick you softly on the forehead. he’s always felt like family to you. sometimes you wish he was. and for his end, he looks at you, knowing that the emotions he has will forever go unreciprocated, and yet he can’t stop being dumb by trying anyway. he knows, already, just by looking at the difference in the way you treat sae, in the way you look at him. you’re so smitten, and if eita even stood a chance, you would’ve been together already. and sometimes he wonders if what he said that night was what pushed you over the edge, was what solidified him as nothing more than just a friend with a temper too harsh sometimes that you didn’t want to count on even if you had no one else.

there was a fault he could find in the way you pushed him away. but there’s more that he can find with himself for saying what he said to you. he still counts himself lucky you never held a grudge with him over that.

eita chuckles under his breath; he can’t believe he’s about to say something so corny but he doesn’t know how else to tell you. “i kinda don’t want our friendship to change,” he explains, and he has to look away because if you’re going to run away again, he doesn’t know how he’ll take it. you’re about the only person who knows every single side of him. sides he doesn’t normally show to people. “so… don’t fucking run away again, or treat me differently just ‘cause you know how i feel. that just makes me feel fucking pathetic.”

because he knows you only pushed him away since you couldn’t reciprocate. you weren’t a slut, and you surely didn’t deserve any of your unfortunate circumstances—nothing he said that night was true. you only had good intentions, and the words that came out his mouth were only bad.

even until now, he hadn’t apologised.

yet here you are. smiling in front of him, for him, because of him. despite everything shitty going on in your life, here he is, asking you for a favour. and you’re nodding your head, preserving the friendship that you needed to stay a friendship, just like you’ve always been.

“okay, i promise,” you say, a childish smirk on your face as you hold your pinky out, to which he obliges and hooks his own around.

“you’re so dumb, i wonder what he sees in you,” eita sighs as he yanks his pinky away.

you’re laughing, the earlier bad memory already whisked away by the sunlight hitting your face. “who?”

“sae.” you freeze on eita’s words, but eita does you a favour and pretends he doesn’t see, doesn’t tease you about it. he wants to know about all of this, even if it’s just from the jealous perspective of being the throwaway option. “he treats you like…”

“like what?” your voice quivers a little, because you’re nervous. you always are when it comes to itoshi sae, somehow. (you won’t admit that right in front of the man himself though, too embarrassing.)

“like he likes you.” eita has to swallow the lump in his throat. it sucks to be talking to you about this, to possibly be talking this guy up, but he knows you need a friend. and he knows you don’t open up easily, so he has to be your best option. eita looks at you out of the corner of his eye, wondering if you’d open up a little bit more.

there’s a faraway gaze in your eyes. “eita?”

“yeah?”

this time, that gaze focuses on him, a warm, sad smile on your face. looks like the pity hasn’t fully worn off, but he’ll excuse it this time.

“thanks,” you say, so softly.

looks like you aren’t really ready to talk about it yet. eita rolls his eyes jokingly; trying to be just a best friend seems pretty hard after all. “stop being a sappy piece of shit,” he groans, earning a giggle from you.

somehow it feels nice, being able to take away some of that pain, even if just for a small moment. though, maybe you’d have an easier time around sae, if you would just learn to open up.

“and hey, if you’re still too scared to tell him about any of it, you can still find me, ‘kay?” he tells you, and you nod appreciatively. you probably just see him as a big brother by now. “and if your mom’s still giving you trouble, come by anytime, i’ve been too busy nowadays to bring anyone home anyway.”

you gasp, acting shocked. “oh really? wow, a changed man.”

“mhm mhm, i just fuck ‘em in the club.”

your playful jab on his arm comes faster than it usually does.

you wonder if you can ever repay eita for everything he’s done for you—be your punching bag, letting you stay at his house rent-free sometimes, accidentally ruin his date night others. you think of how he feels about you and you think probably not. you probably can’t ever repay him for how much sanity he’s given you back when you were at your lowest. so maybe you’ll start by not running away this time.

but your mind drifts to his words. you’re going to have to tell sae some time, but you know how it turned out the last time you told someone with such a high status about it. you remember how shiro turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, how his warm demeanour changed when it suited him, how he used everything to lord over you.

you wonder if sae will be the same. you don’t even know if these feelings are fleeting or not. are they even worth it?

is sae going to be worth a try? or is he just going to turn out just like shiro?

yeah, you’ll take your time telling him. you want to get to know him, so it’s hypocrisy from your end, but if he’s a good guy, he wouldn’t mind waiting—that’s what you tell yourself, because like hell do you want him to know about your family as you are now. pathetic, scrimping from paycheck to paycheck, desperately clawing your way up into a normal class. next to him, you’re too inadequate.

but then, why is your gut telling you otherwise?

sumi comes bounding in on monday morning, straight to your desk after her morning meeting with the boss. she looks exceptionally happy today, her eyes beaming bright and her smile nearly infectious.

“i swear to god, i think my hard work is paying off!” she exclaims excitedly, careful to keep her voice down even then. she bites on her lower lip, suppressing a grin when she passes you a proposal she’d done up.

on the first page, it’s titled as such: proposal, by suzuki sumi. when you flip to the second page, you’re overwhelmed by a huge close-up picture of one of the top players in soccer right now—isagi yoichi. she giggles when she sees your face contort in surprise, nodding in excitement.

“let’s just say, thanks to a friend of a friend, i managed to talk to isagi at the airport and he personally agreed to do an interview with us,” she proudly explains, answering your unspoken questions. she’s already happily chattering away about her plans for when his interview’s booked—which you learn is still a few weeks away, and may be delayed depending on whether his schedule has any last minute changes.

“that’s lucky,” you comment, passing her proposal back to her. there’s pages and pages of meticulously planned questions and interview segments, along with possible video footage they could do to add onto the company’s youtube account. sumi’s obviously enthusiastic about all of this, more than you’ve ever seen her since you first spoke to her.

it’s nice to see sumi finally happy for once, given how hard she’s been working at this company. she’s the first friendly face you saw when you first came here anyway, and had it not been for her, your work life probably wouldn’t feel as warm as you do now.

“i know, right?” she sighs, content, dreaming about how the interview would go already, about how happy the boss will be with her once their numbers skyrocket. after the lifeline you threw for them by somehow getting to know itoshi sae, it’s been hard for anyone else to keep up. she smirks at you, “remember what i said on your first day here?”

sumi had said a lot of things, actually. most of which were mostly gossip and not actual work, but you can guess what she’s hinting to. “yeah, that it pays to have connections, right?”

you remember those words, only because you’d unintentionally thought back to eita once she’d said them. your attention flits back to sumi, who looks wantonly relieved—she must’ve really been worried for herself then, considering how bad the job market is right now. she never told you, but you could sense she’d been worried about her performance, and whether or not she’d get enough bonus this year to have that dream wedding she’d always cooned over.

“mhm, and you have two indispensable ones yourself,” she points out, winking, taking a sip of her coffee. “otoya eita and itoshi sae, while i’ve just now gotten isagi yoichi.”

she spends the later part of the morning texting you about how she’ll need your help to pull it off, while you juggle work, sumi and apparently sae at the same time, because for some reason, he’s gotten real chatty over the weekend. not that it’s unwelcome—it’s a pleasant surprise.

right, because when you’re out with sae, who has a heck of a pr team—people who make sure to keep him in line, you’ll have to be careful. you can’t let just anyone see you out and about with him, not when he has a ton of crazed fans who would probably butcher you just for dating rumours. your mind drifts off, wondering how bianca deals with it. though, considering she comes from a long line of famous figures, you guess she’s used to it, having to grow up with all that attention around you.

you look at the clock—it’s around ten minutes till your work day ends. your heart speeds up at the notion of seeing him again, even if it’s only been two days since you’d seen him last. you wonder how you’re going to survive if he has to be away for months at a time for his games if you’re already yearning to see him this much now. shaking the feeling off, you straighten up, retreating to the bathroom to freshen up before you go.

at the same time, parked in the corner lot, sae stares at the caller ID on his phone as it vibrates, surprised. he picks it up, wondering why she’s calling when it’s probably late wherever she is.

“hey, it’s your favourite girl,” bianca’s voice squeals over the line. “guess what?”

“what is it?” sae is, for the most part, not too surprised. bianca has a habit of calling him a lot of the time. more and more frequently nowadays. he wonders why.

“i’m in japan right now,” she reveals, giggling, and sae finds a bad feeling dawning over him. “pick me up? i just got to the airport.”

“sorry, can’t pick you up tonight.”

“what? i thought you’re gonna be in japan for a while.” he can just hear the disappointment in her voice.

“yeah, but i’m busy now, so…” sae trails off, not knowing exactly if he should say anything about you.

“oh, with the guys? you could just skip out on—”

“nah, it’s with someone else,” he settles for, wondering what the sudden silence from the other end of the line means. he’s not sure he wants to find out right now, so he’ll have to talk to bianca some other time. “i gotta go—”

“are you going on a date?” bianca’s tone seems more inquisitive than he’d like, but her question has him thinking.

is this a date?

bianca stays silent as he ponders about it, waiting with bated breath because this is the first time in two years that sae had ever rejected her request, and judging by how he’s struggling, he’s undoubtedly meeting a girl. is it you? she curses under her breath as she pushes her hood over her head, determined not to let anyone see her sweat right now.

“yeah,” sae says, the decision coming to him as soon as he sees your familiar face approaching, that polite little smile on your face. “i’ll talk to you later.”

indignant, bianca exhales sharply, her temper taking over her as she huffs a “don’t bother” into the receiver before hanging up.

sae looks down at his phone, staring at her name on the call log. he makes a mental reminder to check in with her later, but for now, he shoves that thought aside—tonight, he’ll focus on you. just you.

and when you effortlessly command all his attention by slipping into the passenger seat all too naturally, he thinks that whatever ripple effect this may cause may be worth it. for him. and now, it’s his mission to make it worth it for you too.

“so,” you say, all sparkly-eyed as you look at him excitedly. “where are we going tonight?”

you thank god that you decided to dress up a little more today when you see that he’s taking you to another high-end place. this time, it’s on a rooftop of a five-star hotel, with views overlooking the tokyo skyline; a view you never thought you’d actually see in person.

it’s breezy enough up here that it’s not too stuffy, and there are step lights and string lights all around the venue but they’re dim enough as to not reveal sae’s face too much. (not that anyone hear even bothers to look at anyone else passing by, all too engrossed in their hushed conversations.) you notice he’s always handsome no matter what he wears—and today it’s a black button-down shirt with black pants, a casual dark jacket hanging over his shoulders. your eyes linger over the little bit of his chest that you can see; you can tell he’s muscular under there.

“distracted much?”

sae’s voice startles you, and you can see him smirking a little as if he knows what you’re thinking. your cheeks heat up a little, acting coy. he’s reaching a hand out, probably something you didn’t notice while you were deep in your thoughts, and you take it, letting him lead you slowly to your seats.

as you take a seat and the waiter hands you the menus, your eyes flick up, looking at the man across from you. he reads the menu silently, and you notice the sliver of black ink that extends across his palm. it takes all you can to suppress a grin.

“i can always give you another one anytime, you know?”

for some reason that you probably know, sae catches on to what you’re talking about pretty quickly, the dim lighting failing to conceal the way his ears turn red. “so you like giving me hearts?”

you don’t miss the slight teasing in his voice, having to conceal your own nervousness. “i think you’re the one who likes receiving them,” you quip, hiding your face behind the menu.

there’s a rustling noise, rousing your curiosity and making you put the menu down. sae doesn’t respond to your earlier comment but he does give you a tiny smile, putting a two-pack of macarons on your side of the table. he must’ve taken it out of his pocket while you weren’t looking.

“what’s this?”

“macarons,” he shrugs, though you’re not really asking that. he picks up on it. “i was in paris for some event over the weekend. thought you’d wanna try that.”

(sae looks at your reaction as you pick the small bag of mini macarons up, eyes staring at it in awe. he thinks maybe you recognise the name on the plastic—it’s the name of the most popular bakery in paris. it costs a lot more than he thinks macarons should, but when he sees the subtle smile on your face, it’s definitely worth the price tag.)

you’re not so big on surprises, especially when your mother loves giving you some on the daily, but this is the kind of surprise you like. the kind that makes that incessant vibrating in your purse worth it. the kind that trumps your want to be in control.

and even throughout dinner, sae keeps surprising you. maybe it’s just that you’ve never experienced much, or that you never expected much from him, but every little thing he does seems meaningful to you. the way he makes sure to ask if you don’t like to eat certain food before ordering, the way he drapes his jacket over you when the wind picks up, even the way he slowly leans across the table to clean the stray crumb off your face with his finger.

every gesture seems to tell you something—something that you don’t dare to think of because you’re scared that it’s not true, that you’re the only one starting to fall.

“you know, if you’re constantly like this around girls, no wonder there’s always dating rumours with you,” you huff, too afraid to ask him directly.

but sae always manages to decipher your intentions somehow. he tilts his head, earnesty dripping from his words, “whatever ‘this’ means, i’m only like that with you.”

it doesn’t do your heart any favours, making it pound a million miles an hour because whatever sae’s confessing to here wasn’t on your bingo card for the day.

“itoshi sae, you’re too much.”

“sae.”

“huh?” you look up at his face, only to see him averting his gaze as he turns to look at the skyline, the wind rippling through his soft pink locks.

“call me just by my name.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, gaze dropping to the table. it’s not like you purposely didn’t, but the fact that he’s asking you like this, like he’s being needy about it, heightens your emotions so much more.

his fingers find their way across the table again, this time to your chin, tipping it up, urging you to look at him. “say it.” it’s not commanding, or mean, or forceful, and his fingers are gentle, even his gaze and his intentions.

“sae.” his name rolls of your tongue slowly, and the way he smiles at you after that makes you feel inexplicable, knowing that you’re the reason he looks like that.

he doesn’t even say anything about it, just a smile in acknowledgement before he says he’ll go and pay the bill. you stare at his back as he goes, the contrast in your lives very apparent at every instance he takes you out—because it’s always fancy and expensive with him, a world you know nothing of, a world you once thought you’d never experience in this lifetime.

yet here you are, experiencing it thanks to him. you wonder if you’ll still get to once he knows about your family. he’s sort of a celebrity, right? there must be things he cares about that won’t line up well with your situation.

yeah, you don’t think you’ll ever get that out of your head. not until you ask him about it.

and you’re tempted to—especially with the vibration you’re constantly feeling tonight. taking the opportunity while sae’s away, you fish your phone out of your purse, picking the call up reluctantly, only because you’re mildly curious what else your dear mother could possibly want from you.

“you ungrateful little whore—”

“what do you want?”

yeah, you know you shouldn’t have picked it up. you really shouldn’t. and you don’t even know why you were even mildly worried that it might be your mother in danger and needing your help when she clearly wouldn’t do the same for you.

you hate yourself the most out of everyone. you knew clearly you shouldn’t have picked it up. and now your mother’s on the other line, cussing you out for ignoring her all night. then going on about some cruise she’s going on next week and how she found a secret stash of cash that you’re keeping in the kitchen cupboards, how you’re going to get it from her for hiding it and how kind it is of her to even warn you in the first place.

it’s fine.

you kept it there to distract her from your real money, safe in the bank. if she thinks she’s stealing all you have, it probably won’t cross her mind that you still have any. she doesn’t even know you’d worked multiple jobs back in university, only thought you were good for hooking up with men and purposefully disrespecting her.

a hand around your shoulder makes you jump back in shock, your eyes greeted with sae’s own.

“everything okay?”

“y-yeah, it was just a scam caller,” you lie, immediately hanging up and stuffing it back in your pocket.

as you clamour on about how both of you should really get going, sae catches the way your fingers tremble ever so slightly, how your lips threaten to downturn—are you about to cry?

but when you turn around and force a grin, joking about how you’re going to pull a dine and dash on him, he knows you won’t. whatever’s bothering you—you’re locking him out of it. he doesn’t like it, but can he even complain?

and when the both of you are back in the car, the night feels strangely short somehow, and sae reluctantly pulls out his gps. “what’s your postal code again? i’ll drive you back.”

there’s a short pause before you offer him the string of numbers, and sae’s brows furrow when he keys it in. “you’re heading to otoya’s?” he asks. he knows you two are close, and have been, but this sinking feeling in his heart is not something he’s familiar with.

you bite on your lower lip. you don’t want him to have any false assumptions, but you’re not exactly ready to tell him the truth either—that you’re just running from your problems, that eita’s house is the only other space you have.

“are you… still involved with him?” sae asks, voice soft, looking away like he did earlier.

it reminds you of that night you got drunk. you remember how you needed to know. so you figure maybe you owe him the same. “i’m not involved with anyone,” you tell him, smirking. but he looks at you like he’s waiting for more and you remember too, what you want to hide from him for now. “i just—i don’t have—”

“hey, you don’t have to say anything,” sae cuts in, the slight quiver in your voice enough indication that this isn’t something you’re prepared to say. he’s known that for a while now. “you just can’t go home, right?”

you’re more than a little grateful that he is the way he is, that he doesn’t force anything out of you like shiro used to. “yeah,” you admit, awkwardly looking away. “i usually just stay at eita’s until… i’m ready to go back.”

there’s an awkward silence that stretches on for a while before sae concedes to it. “you could stay at mine.”

did you hear that right?

you furrow your brows. “what?”

sae’s mouth hangs open for a while, like he’s trying to figure out what to say. “i could drive you to otoya’s if you prefer that. but… if you wanna stay at mine, that’s fine too. i have a couple extra rooms, you could just pick one.”

what you actually wanted to hear was why he’s willing to do that for you when he hasn’t even known you long, but you hold your tongue. there are doubts in your head—like privacy issues since he’s a celebrity, and rumours if you ever get caught entering or exiting his house, and what exactly does he see you as?

but there’s the selfishness part of you that wants to go for it. and you listen to her.

“then, can i stay over? just one night so i won’t intrude too much,” you assure him, being polite because you’re scared you’re overstepping your boundaries. or that he’ll think you’re a creep even though he’s the one that invited you.

sae can’t help but snicker, and you can’t help but stare as he rests his head against the steering wheel, staring at you. “are you interested in me, y/n?”

you pout, because he’s hit the nail on the head, the embarrassment flying to your head. “okay you know what? if you’re gonna joke about it just take me to eita’s—”

this time sae bursts out laughing, and you feel even more mesmerised; it’s unfair how easy it is for him to do that.

“okay okay, i won’t say that anymore,” he appeases you, hand coming up to ruffle your head. “and feel free to stay as long as you want.”

“i’m gonna steal your jacket, by the way, since you like to joke around so much,” you huff, though sae only chuckles at whatever you say now.

“sure, take whatever you want.”

“and you’re buying my necessities.”

“for when you’re at mine? sure.”

“sae, one day i’m gonna kill you.” because he’s still laughing, obviously getting a kick out of your earlier embarrassment.

“you can’t do that.”

“and why not?”

and sae’s face immediately leans forward, just inches away from you. he’s so close you can feel his hot breath against your cheeks and it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest.

“then i won’t be able to give you that kiss you asked for.”

your breath catches in your throat, sae coming closer ever so slightly, his gaze falling to your lips for a split second before he shatters your hopes by pulling away, setting the gps to the nearest convenience store. but he doesn’t drive off just yet.

not before he makes sure to look at you one last time, that dazed look on your face, his thumb and pointer finger coming up to pinch your cheek gently, leaving an imprint of himself in your heart.

“come on, we’re here.”

after a half hour of poking around the convenience store and getting whatever you need (you also had to stealthily creep some disposable underwear in your basket and make sure sae didn’t see them when paying), you arrive at sae’s apartment—nestled in one of tokyo’s most luxurious neighbourhoods. a far cry from your own.

he carries your bags for you, leading you to his unit, straight at the top, on the thirty-second floor. his is the corner unit, and he gestures for you to walk in front of him.

“1-0-0-9,” he tells you, both hands full.

“huh?”

“the combination, it’s 1—”

“no, i heard you,” you interject, a little exasperated. “but you shouldn’t just hand the passcode out to anyone.”

“i don’t,” he assures you, saying it matter-of-factly. “i trust you.”

you hurry to key in the code, so easily flustered by the way he seems so willing to tell you anything. “then don’t blame me if one day you come back home to find the place ransacked,” you jokingly warn him.

sae conveniently ignores that comment, placing your items in one of the spare rooms nearest to the living room. as you walk in, you marvel at how spacious and clean his apartment is. it’s all cold marble floors and high ceilings, and you can already tell it must be so nice in the day with all the natural lighting flooding in here. the wide windows must let all the sunlight in, must be much brighter during the day than yours is.

you follow him as he tells you where everything is; the spare room right next to the living room, the toilet across from it, the kitchen right next to the balcony exit, accessible from your own room. his apartment is so huge it makes you wonder if he ever feels lonely in it.

in the living room, you see multiple pictures in frames, most of which you assume are probably his family. you recognise rin, present in most of the pictures. they look happy, at least. there’s also one with eita and the others, and some others you don’t recognise. none of bianca or any other girls, you note.

“all good?” he asks once he’s done with the mini tour.

you nod apprehensively, still tense about the fact that you’re staying the night at his place. “yeah, i’m just gonna wash up first.” you don’t even let him say anything before you’re bounding off into the spare room he gave to you, trying to calm yourself down because it never hit you until now that you’re really here, in sae’s place, ready to make yourself at home when you’re not even anything to him. though, you really hope that there’s something.

“calm down, y/n, just gotta take a shower and you’re good as new,” you whisper to yourself, calming yourself and taking deep breaths.

outside, sae’s gaze lingers on the door to your room, your shadow visible from the bottom gap of the door as you move about. he can’t even come up with a good enough reason to tell himself why he bothered to let you stay here, except maybe that he selfishly didn’t want you to stay with otoya.

is that bad?

before he can ponder anymore about it, the door to your room opens and you sheepishly walk out, a grin on your face as you approach him. “so… i forgot something.”

and now you’re going to ask him for it.

“what is it?”

“i swear i didn’t forget on purpose, okay?” you’re pouting, and he finds it mildly adorable. “could i borrow some clothes?”

sae nearly bursts out laughing just from how nervous you seem. though, from how you’ve been every time you saw him, from his hat to his jacket and now you’re asking for his clothes, he can see why you’re a little nervous.

“do you always forget around otoya too?” he means that redundantly more than anything, just a passing comment, but you answer anyway.

“well, i always just wear his jerseys.”

you really were just answering honestly, but the way sae grips your wrist and guides you to his closet is almost comical. you allow yourself to think that he’s doing this out of jealousy, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as you follow him.

“you have a walk-in closet?” you gape, looking at the sheer size of it. it’s nearly as big as your entire room.

“take whatever you want, my jerseys are in there,” sae says, pointing you to the sliding door closest to you.

that’s how you end up coming out of the showers a half hour later, dressed in his national jersey, his name in block letters at the back. you’d take a picture just to savour it, but you’d like to think that hopefully this isn’t the last time you’ll get to wear it.

when you come out, sae’s already washed up, probably has his own bathroom in that big bedroom of his. his hair’s wet, dripping onto his thin white t-shirt, eyes finding your gaze as you walk towards him and bow deeply. you’re a comfortable distance away from your mother, phone switched off and discarded into one of the drawers in the guest room, only because sae was kind enough to let you stay. for multiple nights even, if you want to.

“thank you,” you tell him, and it’s for more than just tonight, more than just dinner and a shirt and a bed to sleep in. somehow, ever since you’d met him, he’s been there for you constantly, even if he doesn’t mean to be. it still counts for something, you think, because you can’t even remember the last time you felt like a giggly high school girl having a normal crush even if it’s on a not-so-normal person.

“not gonna ink it on my skin now?” sae teases when you straighten back up, and you roll your eyes.

“don’t blame me if you wake up with a dick drawn on your face.”

“is that what you want?” sae asks you, and you get the feeling he’s not even invested in your quip, his mind elsewhere.

sae’s face is right in front of yours, like so many times before now, it feels like. it makes you think you’re not that delusional, that he could feel just the same as you do—excited, tired, confused.

“i already told you what i want,” you whisper, and you would probably kill yourself if you were thinking clearly for being so open and vulnerable in front of him right now, but then it doesn’t matter.

none of it matters when his lips are on your lips and you can taste the mint lingering on his tongue, when you can feel the way his hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you closer, but gently, like he’s trying not to seem too eager but so close to failing. his hair tickles your face, the way he keeps coming back for more leaves you breathless.

your arm comes up behind his neck, keeping him close. his kiss makes your mind hazier than any alcohol can, his grip falling to the back of your thighs, your lips still connected as he lifts you up onto the counter of the kitchen, his body nestled comfortably between your thighs as he knocks the air out of your lungs.

it’s as if he’s telling you you’re not crazy, that you’re not imagining anything, because he’s here with you right now, out of anyone’s watchful eyes and he’s kissing the fuck out of you simply because he wants to. no dares, no alcohol—just itoshi sae and his crumbling resolve to hide his yearning.

by the time he pulls back, both of you are trying to catch your breaths, foreheads leaning against one another and it leaves you wondering whether it’s as you think or if he’s just entertaining your wishes.

“you know something?” he speaks, voice hoarse as his teal eyes look at you from behind those beautiful lashes of his. you swallow the lump in your throat, forcing a what? out even if it’s barely audible at best. “i’ve been wanting to do that too.”

you must’ve been wrong. you’re not the one that’s a lot to handle. he is.

“why is it that you always somehow know what i’m thinking?” you wonder out loud, an arm around his shoulder for support. you’re both still as close, still as mesmerised by the other.

sae doesn’t really know what you mean by that, so he shrugs. “maybe i’m just made for you,” he comments offhandedly, and you find it hard not to shrink from the nervousness. by now, he should already be able to tell you have a crush on him. your only saving grace is that he probably feels the same. otherwise, you have no doubt he’d probably go out of his way to avoid you.

“you have quite the tongue on you, you know that?”

sae chuckles softly, a smirk lining his lips as he continues staring at you, admiring every single inch of your face. “you would know.”

completely flustered, you gently push him away, hopping off the counter and skipping towards the guest room, offering sae one last thing to think about before you shut the door on him—“maybe next time you’ll know about me too.”

and once your door is shut, sae exhales shakily, the thought of your words and their insinuation consuming him for the entire night.

you really are a lot to handle.

extras !

that heart reaction from sae was absolutely an accident. he meant to go for the thumbs up.

after that kiss, sae had to help himself. he wasn't planning on going any further, but you turned him on a lot more than he thought was possible.

despite his feelings, eita still thinks he isn't ready to commit to just one person.

your feelings towards your mother are complicated—you know she isn't loving at all now, and yet you still hope for that small chance that she might revert back to the mother who once promised to love you more than anything else. it's something that eita was always against because he knew how much it hurt you. it's part of why you don't like to speak to eita about it and hear all of those things.

bianca got drunk to forget after sae rejected her request; when she drunk dialled him, he was too busy giving you a tour of his house.

sae has never invited bianca over to his house even once. he also has never lent her any of his jerseys (as she mentioned in the start of the chapter).

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zanarkandskylines · 2 months

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₊✩‧₊◜ a special morning hike

『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — inspired by the one and only Sharmeleon/Sharla in Japan’s beautiful sunrise from Ibaraki, Japan clip at the Oarai Isosaki Shrine’s seaside torii gate! couldn’t help but think about how much a hiking fanatic like Katsuki would adore the sight. -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist ｡‧˚ʚ ao3 version | word count; ~1.7k ɞ˚‧｡

April 15th: 4 years, 6 months and 18 days you’ve been entangled in Katsuki’s web.

But who’s counting?

The two of you met at the start of your twenties, interning at the same hero agency for pro-hero training. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to stay late at the office to catch up on paperwork, often keeping one another company into the night. One thing led to another, and here you are!

He’d just moved up a few ranks on the hero charts this past season - number three! - which was more than enough reason to celebrate this weekend. It just so happened to be a few days before his 25th birthday, too. He was none the wiser to your little plan, the aforementioned accomplishments hiding the real celebration.

Traveling four and a half hours from home was not as bad as you thought it would be, but exhausting nonetheless. The two of you are winding down in the resort’s hot spring together after dinner, the leftover sun rays peaking through the fence and reflecting off the steamy water.

“Never thought I’d be one ‘ta like shit like this,” Katsuki sighs, sinking lower into the oasis’ warmth. “ ‘s nice.”

You can’t help but smile, relaxing deeper into the water yourself. “Worth every penny to spoil you, handsome.”

He playfully splashes water in your direction, flustered by your praise. “Yeah, yeah.”

By the time eight rolls around, you’re drained from the long travel day and relaxing back in your hotel suite. You can tell Katsuki is too with the way his eyes are struggling to stay open while lounging on the couch.

“We’ve got an early day tomorrow, let’s turn in. We gotta be up at five!” You say as you nudge his shoulder.

“Fuckin’ five?!” He groans, slumping against the couch. Even though he always went to bed early, somehow Katsuki was never a morning person after all these years.

“Yep! Breakfast and then the sunrise is at six. We can come back and rest after that for as long as you want.”

“Better be the best goddamn sunrise for all that effort.”

You were hellbent on making it memorable for him, nerves be damned. You only had one shot at this and it had to be perfect.

He deserves nothing but the best in your eyes.

The alarm sounds in the darkness at five the next morning, earning dual groans from under the covers of your bed.

“Morning sunshine,” you croak as you’re rolling over to kiss Katsuki good morning. He ruffles your hair and accepts your kiss with a huff.

“Mornin’ baby. C’mon, get up before ya trap us in bed by snugglin’ up to me. This was your idea.”

Still in the process of waking up, the two of you successfully get dressed for the chilly spring morning and head to the resort lobby for breakfast. A stack of pancakes and plate of eggs later, you take Katsuki’s hand and lead him outside the resort to the nearby trail.

“It’s a five minute walk this way!” You exclaim, a little too chipper for his liking this early in the day.

“What’s got ya so…peppy?” He asks quizzically, weirded out by your burst of energy. “You’re usually still dead to th’ world at this hour.”

You say nothing in response and continue tugging him along the trail, grin growing wider as you approach the shoreline. Shockingly, no one else is on the beach and you end up having the area to yourselves.

Yes! That’s one hurdle out of the way!

Right on time, the sun begins peaking out over the horizon as the waves crash around the torii gate in the distance. The scene is breathtaking - the way the water flows fills you with a sense of serenity and helps calms your shaking hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you can spot Katsuki gazing in awe as well at the scenery, taking in the moment with you. His eyes are glistening in the sunlight, ruby irises flickering in the sorbet glow.

Alright, now or never! You got this!

“Katsuki,” you start, taking his hands in your own and turning to face him. You’re hoping that the trembling in your fingers isn’t as noticeable as it feels. You could blame it on the cold, if anything.

“I love you, more than anyone in the world. I wanted to bring you out here to show you that-”

You’re interrupted by him…laughing. Cackling, even. It catches you off guard, making you want to go crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. Was he really laughing at your attempt to ask him one of the most important questions in your life?

Realizing how he could be coming off as the world’s biggest asshole, Katsuki stops laughing and squeezes your hands. “ ‘m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, sweets.”

“Then why are you laughing?” You pull your hands away from his, crossing your arms and casting your eyes to the dirt.

He grabs your shoulders, tracing down your arms and taking your hands once more. “Cause the timin’ is comical.”

He fidgets with one of the pockets in his coat, pulling out a red velvet box. That’s when you start laughing.

“No way, are you serious?!” Reaching into your jacket pocket, you fish out a black velvet box of your own.

The air suddenly feels much lighter, the sound of the ocean filling the silence as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I had a whole speech,” Katsuki whispers, brushing his fingers over your cheek. “And I wrote ya a letter back in the room.”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head in disbelief. “So did I!”

You’re not sure what to do next - do you just…give it to him? Do you go through the speech anyways?

“What are ya waitin’ for? Ask me already, dammit,” he demands, taking a step back and placing his hands on his hips as a blush creeps over his features.

You giggle before composing yourself.

“Katsuki, I love you more than anyone in the world. I know you’re not one for cliches, but I wanted to show you this sunrise as a way to bring in a new dawn of our lives. You’re a flame in the dark that I can look to for warmth and always leads me back home. You’re the armor I wear everyday into battle, knowing you’ll always protect me from harm and keep me safe.”

At this point, you’re getting choked up on your own words as you hear them aloud. Carefully, you kneel to the ground in front of him, your legs threatening to give way from the nerves. When you look up at Katsuki, you can see a singular tear dripping from his jawline - the sight makes your heart stutter in your chest.

“I’ll sound like a broken record if I keep listing all the cliches I had in my head. That leaves me with just one question,” you pause to present the black box, opening to reveal a beautiful rose gold band with a golden stripe through the middle. “Katsuki Bakugo, will you marry me?”

Katsuki exhales the breath he was holding, eyes glassy as he narrows his focus on the ring in the box. He lets out a ‘tch’, grimacing playfully as he holds out his left hand.

His voice cracks as he answers with a simple, “Of course I will, idiot.”

Cautiously, you take his ring out of the box and slide it onto his left ring finger, praying you don’t drop it and ruin the moment. You stand to your feet, his left hand holding your own. He’s about to pull you in for a kiss when you stop him, placing your hand gently on his chest.

“Your turn now!” you beam, taking a step back and clutching your jacket. Katsuki’s face snaps from joy to fear, forgetting that he told you he was also planning to propose to you here moments ago. He places a hand on the back of his neck and sighs anxiously, his breath visible in the frigid air.

“R-right.” He clears his throat before taking hold of your left hand. “I…you know ‘m not a poet or whatever. ‘S why I wrote ya a letter cause I know I’d forget somethin’ important to say in the moment. I’ve been carrying around this box for weeks, not knowin’ just when I was gonna ask you. I’ve known for awhile now that I wanted…” he pauses, taking a shaky breath.

“…wanted you to be my wife. Is that weird to say?”

You nod your head, chuckling at his nervous rambling. “Not at all.”

“G-good. Cause there isn’t anyone else I wanna be beside and grow old with. It’s you, sweetheart…it’s always been you. Never thought I’d be lucky enough ‘ta find someone like you. But, I wouldn’t change it for anything. So,” Katsuki stops to crouch down on one knee, re-revealing the red velvet box from his pocket. The ring inside is absolutely gorgeous - a golden band intertwined with smaller gems and a pear-shaped diamond in the center.

“Y/N…will you marry me?”

You can’t help but choke back a sob when he drops the question, overwhelmed by the situation. The tears are forcibly streaming down your cheeks as you yell, “Yes!”

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to grab your left hand and place the ring on your finger. Not surprising, it fits perfectly. You’ll have to grill him later on who he asked to snoop to get the right size - probably Uraraka or Jiro. Or maybe he took one of your decorative rings to the jeweler to mimic the size.

He rockets to his feet, hands shooting to cradle your cheeks immediately and places his forehead against yours.

“ ‘s just you an’ me, peach. I love you,” he whispers before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Your arms lace around his neck as he picks you up, swinging you in his arms gracefully. When you part, he wipes a stray tear from your cheek and smiles from ear to ear.

The sun casts the last of its pastel hues and paints the scene of a new beginning - it’s the two of you, now and forever.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — Women proposing to men always make me sob, it’s so sweet and you know Kat would be a mess once you’re back in the hotel room. like “how dare you beat me to that!” while simultaneously sobbing over the fact you asked him first ✨

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— earbuds, my love + yoichi isagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — a single train ride has you sharing your headphones and your feelings with your long time crush, yoichi isagi.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, friends to lovers, love confessions, mutual pining, pro player!isagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1K.

⭑ notes — third fic queued for aali's away time, one of my many isagi wips! he's literally ceo of friends to lovers ngl !! i love him so bad... enjoy my lurvs - m.list ✩

“this song makes me feel like i’m falling in love with someone.”

isagi glances up at you from his phone, no longer shuffling the playlist that you’re both listening to. you’re looking out of the window, your feet propped up on the back of the seat in front of you, your head resting on your closed fist. you miss the way he flushes red.

“do you want to keep listening to it then?” he mumbles softly, thumb hovering over the slip button and his voice just barely above a whisper. you almost don’t hear you despite the fact that you’re sharing headphones and only have one ear-bud in while he takes the other.

this time, you tilt your head away from the window and the scenery passing by to lock eyes with your childhood best friend. “no, s’okay,” you say, your voice equally as low. “you can change it if you’d like.” your facial expression is tranquil, the swell of your lips pressed into an appreciative smile and your eyes sparkling with the sunlight that glitters outside of your moving train.

isagi’s nerves quickly get the better of him and he breaks eye contact, swallowing thickly before looking away with his own smile (mostly for himself).

“i think we’ll keep listening to it.”

you’re both on the train from the bustling city of tokyo back to the tiny town you both grew up in. with the off-season approaching, japan’s beloved striker had finally managed to get some time away from the blue lock team to visit his parents, and you were off on your university’s allotted spring-break.

this was the first time, in what felt like forever, that your calendars were synced up.

your bond with isagi had always been strong — from the very first moment you’d met, back in middle school when he’d kicked a soccer ball straight into your lunch and then instantly offered to buy you a new one. impossible to separate, you were joined at the hip right up until he left for blue lock. these days, your paths rarely cross and while isagi’s career in soccer bloomed like you always knew it would — you went the more traditional route of life and found passion in your own university degree.

after some moments of quiet, aside from the children crying in their mother’s arms, teenagers gossiping on their way home from junior high and the calls from the attendant manning the snack cart — isagi speaks up, shyly. “who…who would you be in love with? yanno…because of this song…”

“some guy, i’ve known him for years.”

“does he know…how you feel about him?” you shake your head and isagi presses you again. “have you tried telling him?”

“gods no, yoichi!” you wave him off almost too quickly — curling in on yourself like a highschool girl handing her crush a confession letter or chocolates on white day. perhaps because this is exactly like that. you’ve liked him, loved him, for as long as you can remember. he makes your skin hot and your thoughts a mess and when isagi’s nearby you hardly remember who you are.

and he hardly realises how lovesick you’ve been for him over the years. it would be too embarrassing to admit that you have a raging crush on one of japan’s favourite athletes.

“why not?”

“because…if he felt the same he would have noticed by now.” you answer, trying to shut down the conversation. “i’ve been obvious with my feelings. the ball’s been in his court for a while.”

“maybe he’s just oblivious.” isagi keeps going and in the cramped space of your train seats you feel hot under the collar — your nerves shaking under the pressure.

you’re given a brief moment of relief when the attendant on the snack cart stops for the couple seated opposite you. they seem happy and in love, it makes your heart twist.

the train jolts, pushing the attendant into isagi, who then topples into you — invading your space once more, causing heat to build up under your skin.

“h-he’s a way too smart for that.”

“maybe…he’s unsure? maybe he doesn’t understand your signals?”

the song you’re listening too changes as you pull into the next station.

“or maybe he doesn’t love me, yoichi!” you snap, turning your head away so fast that the ear-bud slips from your ears and the wires are left dangling between the warmth of isagi’s body and your own. you try to sit still, fighting off burning, frustrated tears — lucky that no one’s heard your outburst over the busy ambience of the train. “believe me, i’ve held out hope for it.”

“but i do love you.” he snaps back, grabbing you by the wrist so that you’re forced to look at him. isagi’s eyes are wide and deep, swirling in their hypnotising shade of blue with an emotion you don’t recognise seeing on him. love. “maybe you’re the one who’s dumb enough not to have noticed. maybe i’ve been too shy or too caught up with soccer to say so. but i love you. i want that song to make you feel like you’re in love with me.”

“o-oh…yoichi i—“ your eyes widen, then soften all at once and you feel yourself melting fast — as if all of your dreams have come true. “i don’t know what to say…”

the tips of his ears are bright pink, the hue blooming across his cheeks like they’re roses in bloom. yoichi chews on his lower lip nervously before shoving the right bud of the headphones back into your ear. “just say you like me back ‘nd we’ll leave it at that for now, okay?” he mumbles like a teenager, very much unlike the confident, cocky isagi who everyone fears on the pitch.

wisps of a grin tug at the corners of your lips as you reach out and grab his larger hand with yours — giving it a squeeze. “alright then, yoichi,” you say, leaning over to kiss the warmth of his cheeks. “i like you too.” his eyes go wide.

this is all silly and new for the both of you — having been in love with one another for years without saying. you’ll have a lot to talk about once you reach his parents’ house, how you’ll make this work with his soccer career and your new life in the big city, what you want this to be, who you’ll tell. but for now you try not to dwell on it, letting your head flop to isagi’s shoulder and his on top of yours, sharing headphones and listening to songs that made him fall in love with you.

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sugar-plum-writer · 3 months

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The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~

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CHAPTER - 7

Warm gazes of the sun poured in and illuminated the room, as a gentle breeze carried the air of summer. Laying beside him under the sheets you caressed his face with moments of the previous night playing in your brain.

"If anyone had told me this is what my geisha life would have come to…I would have ignored them and laughed"

Where is my life going?

Deep in thought, all memories of the past flooded your brain. It felt like a play of sorts, the only difference being that rather than a story with a happily ever after it had no route

It was like a wandering boat in the ocean-going where the wind led it.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Many days had passed, and now you were his lover, not just any lover, one of his most if not the only prized lover of the one and only Sukuna 'The King of Curses'.

Many things had happened, and many people had died. The Shogun was pressured by not only the Emperor but also the Big Sorcerer clans- Gojo, Zenin, Kamo, Fukiwara, Inumaki, etc to find who it was. You had stopped being a Geisha, as well he would have killed them if you had continued; accompanying him wherever he went in your Hikizuri holding your Wagasa above your head making the days pass by peacefully.

Recently you and Sukuna decided to go to a mountain. It was nothing too big, just a short walk to enjoy the scenery of summer, it was a bit isolated so that sorcerers would not track him down, he did not care- but well for your safety he kept an eye out.

"It sure is quite sunny today", you muttered as you walked beside him lifting the hem of your Hikizure to not stumble.

Unexpectedly he stops causing you to lift your head to where he is looking making your eyes widen in shock as the scene unfolding is unusual and it was quite peculiar.

Huge trees stood on both sides of an entrance, there were men bridal carrying their wives up the steep stone stairs, and many more couples shyly held hands.

"Hm…Interesting", he smirked curiously

As you and he stood looking at what was going on a couple approached you

"Excuse me? Is this the 'Sakurasou Ceremony' Shrine?", the man enthusiastically walked holding his wife's hand

"The, 'Sakurasou Ceremony', what is it?", intrigued you and Sukuna looked at the couple

"Oh! It's your first time here?"

"Yes"

"It's a ritual, where the husband carries his wife up the stairs of the shrine, it's a steep climb of 450 stairs, sincerely without stopping or any tricks! It's said that whoever completes this ritual has their souls forever tied together till the end of time!", chirping in the lady laughed

"It's a ritual that can only be done once in 100 years, to do it again you need to wait 100 years! Rarely have people been able to complete it because you cannot stop and even rest! once you start there is no stopping~"

Soon a voice is heard and the couple walks away happily, giggling and chatting

"Humans sure are unique, a ritual like this?", he laughed intrigued

"It is…can the people who complete it really have their souls… tied together forever?", giving him a small smile your eyes traced the stairs which looked never-ending in wonder

"Let's do it shall we?" with a smirk he grabbed your wrist

"W-Wait what!? Are you crazy!? we are not even married!", your eyes widened in shock as you implored him to think again, but he continued walking without hearing anything

"Sukuna!" with a scream you pulled your hand away from his grasp

"We are not…married, are you sure?" you gazed at him with your hands trembling protesting

"Does it matter? Is marriage needed for me to love you forever Y/n? And I am curious so what do you say?" Grabbing your wrist his eyes looked into yours unwaveringly

"Alright…", with a whisper you tried to hide your blush and your heart pounded in your lungs threatening to blow up.

This is crazy

Walking together you made your way to the entrance, your hand intertwined in his as the Sakura petals fell from the trees gracing a journey. Arriving at the entrance, the first step.

With a smirk he pulled you towards him, swooping you off your feet into his arms, with that the climb started; 450 steps non-stop.

Beads of sweat glistened and rolled down his forehead to his neck soaking him, the sun was scorching hot shining above both your heads with your hands wrapped around his neck.

Using his ability he would have completed this in no time but- to think he was obeying the rules and following the process of carrying you, him a god-like figure was obeying the rules of a mortal ritual.

With the sleeve of your Hikizuri, you wiped the sweat off his face with worry in your eyes.

"Sukuna…"

"What?" with a smirk, he kissed you

"No need to worry, what are you worried about?"

"I am The King of curses after all", picking up pace he continued climbing

Some hours passed and you both took the final step reaching the top, and completed the ritual. The priests were stunned to see someone being able to complete it and hurriedly rushed to offer glasses of water.

"To complete this you sir have gained my respect! haha!", one priest laughed as others chatted

He simply stood smugly beside you with pride bathing in the praises and his ego inflated to the moon.

His hands wrapped around your waist looking into your eyes, seeing him like this you could not help but smile and kiss him. It got a bit sensual as his hands started roaming around your body.

"So.." the head priest coughed, "How long have you two been married for?"

Before you could speak Sukuna spoke

"We are not married"

Causing the priests to gasp in shock as an old lady stepped in front of you both

"Would you like to get married?" with a warm smile she looked at you both holding her walking stick

"No-No it's fine" you chuckled nervously shaking your head

Your body shook, goosebumps spread across your skin causing your hair to stand on end. A shock so deep your bones felt rattled, feeling your legs give out hearing the words that came out of his mouth.

"Yes, we shall"

"W-Wait…Sukuna! I-"

The old lady went to fetch some items from the inner sanctum of the shrine with a smile as other priests began preparations for the ceremony.

"Y/n…I don't need marriage to know you are mine and I am yours, but..", he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears smirking

"I found a wish list of yours, and one of them was getting married. Mortal rituals mean nothing to me but…since it's your wish I will grant it today"

Stunned feeling all air leave your lungs as you stood steeled on the spot looking at him; feeling time stop and the breeze coming to a halt.

Before you knew it the ritual had started

"Groom, do you Sukuna, marry this woman and become her partner. Will you in peaceful times, during sickness, love this person, respect this person, comfort this person, help this person, until death, do you promise to fulfill?"

"I do even beyond death"

"Bride, do you Y/n, marry this man and become his partner. Will you in peaceful times, during sickness, love this person, respect this person, comfort this person, help this person, until death, do you promise to fulfill?"

The shimmering sake poured from the Heavens down to Earth, overflowing with a fate sealed forever. No matter how many flowers bloom, wither, and turn to dust, this thread of fate has forever been tied even beyond the universe itself. "I do forever"

Footnotes: >Such a ritual does not exist in Japan the 'Sakurasou' is actually a flower meaning 'Eternal love' hence 'Sakurasou Ceremony Shrine' literally translates to 'Eternal Love Ceremony Shrine'. >But such a ritual does exist in India I stumbled across it as I was searching romantic rituals related to carrying brides and whatnot all over the world. It is their in a temple where the groom literally has to carry the bride 450 steps to reach the temple since many people are not able to do it 5 steps have been kept as minimum. If you wanna learn more just look it up lol I thought it was very romantic~ hehe~ I added some of my own stuff to the original ritual! So yeah! >The wedding vows written here are real that is done is Japanese traditional marriage~

>Check out my masterlist for all chapters and other works!

Authors Note:

[Sorry for the late update! My college is killing me lol but fret not! I now have study leave for my semester exams so! I will put out chapters frequently~ and thanks for more than 80 followers like damn...I am shook...I might do a q/a and open my asks for all of you! I will tell you all when I do! Might even do an introduction! haha!]

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BEAUTY

— harry & nadine’s meet-cute — it’s kinda all over the place but whatever 🕊️

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SIX YEARS AGO

Grey skies loomed over Loire Valley with the promise of an April rainstorm. The slow-moving river snaked through the scenic countryside and stretched beyond what the human eye could see. Trees rustled in a favorable breeze, stirring up aromas from nearby fruit orchids. Firecrests and turtle doves chirped in the distance, signaling the start of spring.

Nadine savored it all while crossing the bridge on her Beaumont bicycle. In the front wicker basket was her canvas tote bag containing her Kodak camera protectively wrapped in a pillowcase, a serving of fresh tapioca pudding she had impulsively purchased from the local farmer's market, and an unknown flower she had found under the oak tree in her backyard. Her yellow rain poncho crinkled as she pedaled vigorously to get to her destination before the clouds burst. The scrape on her knee she had gotten from falling off her bike in the gravel driveway dully ached. Maybe the rain would wash away the dried blood.

The Domaine de Chaumont-sur-Loire opened its annual International Garden Festival that morning, which Nadine wouldn't have missed for the world. It resurfaced fond childhood memories of strolling through the enriching gardens with her family and getting lost in the creative landscapes showcased by landscapers, architects, and photographers far and wide.

Nadine planned to take modeling photos to build her portfolio. As a curvy girl with distinct ethnic features, getting her foot in the door had been challenging, but the alluring backdrop of the gardens would make her stand out. The theme was Gardens of Sensations.

In the past, it had been no easy feat to try to photograph herself with her less-than-adequate camera and awkward self-direction. However, she prepared to make these sacrifices for a prosperous career. Loire Valley only had one modeling agency, which meant she had to start somewhere small and cheap before traveling north to Paris for more lavish opportunities.

To earn a living, Nadine provided housekeeping services for surrounding chateaus. The work was rewarding, but it did not spark any passion for her. As a young girl, she had been fascinated by the aesthetic of posing in different environments and making fashion statements after seeing magazine spreads of French models strutting down the catwalk. But she had never been able to imagine herself in their shoes—literally and figuratively. Those six-inch heels seemed killer. With her thick eyebrows, pesky cellulite, and blemished skin, she had been the complete opposite of what model scouts sought.

Once Nadine became wiser over the years, she knew her worth. Her natural beauty just needed to be highlighted by the right scenery and clothing.

When she arrived at the festival, she locked her bike on a rack and slung her tote bag over her shoulder. The historical Chateau-de-Chaumont on the sprawling lawn caused her to stop and stare for a moment. It was grand and beautiful, just as she remembered. Her newfangled perspective left her wondering what inspiration she would discover.

After buying an admission ticket, she walked under the arch of the chateau to reach the garden path weaving through twenty-one hectares of artistic garden exhibits. Each display differed depending on where the landscaper originally hailed from, like Japan, Korea, Great Britain, and many other countries. Among the trees was a greenhouse kitchen where vegetables were grown and offered to visitors. Nadine remembered eating juicy little tomatoes there as a teenager—they were called 'the nipples of Venus.' The memory made her smile faintly.

She glanced around for a pretty scene to photograph herself in just as the rain began to sprinkle. Shivering, she pulled the hood of her poncho over her head. Maybe today wasn’t the best day to embark on a modeling adventure. Maybe she should have turned around and gone home.

But further in the gardens, Nadine stumbled upon a peculiar situation. An exhibition was still being set up, nestled in an opening surrounded by greenery like a secret oasis. Landscapers worked diligently to put the finishing touches on it. They removed leaves and branches from the water with pool skimmers. Their work had been delayed by the unpredictable climate in central France. It was a blessing the rain did not fall much through the canopy of trees above.

There was a rectangular vat of water with a wooden path winding through it, similar to a Candyland board. Red bamboo canes stood tall around it, hugging it with vibrant color. There was something simple yet entrancing about it, and she was drawn to the energy of tranquility that called to her.

Nadine slowly approached, trying to act invisible so as not to disturb them. She would wait until they were done before taking photos. Perhaps sitting on the path and posing near the bamboo would be adequate. Yes, that would be a fantastic shot. Unique, too, which was what she was striving for.

Her childlike wonder pushed her closer until her attention snagged on something else. Something a little more... intriguing.

A man stood waist-deep in the water, rearranging bamboo with sedulous care, his bare back turned to her. He had the most muscular, contoured back Nadine had ever seen in her life. It was sculpted in a way that captured her gaze, but she should not have been surprised. He was some sort of landscaper, which was a labor-intensive job. His tendons were surely robust. Sacré bleu, why was she thinking about his tendons?

She snapped out of her man-induced hypnosis. She had a job to get done. Her future was at stake! With that thought, she unwrapped her camera from its cocoon just as a couple of landscapers brushed past her with plastic buckets, paying no mind to her lingering presence. She must have looked like a mere tourist.

Nadine delicately cleared her throat in an attempt to catch the attention of the man with the beautiful back. He was the only one still tending to the exhibit and did not seem to hear her.

"Excusez-moi?" she said, removing her hood to appear more approachable.

The man's large hands, which were also gorgeously sculpted, halted around the lithe bamboo sticks. His face turned before his body did and— goodness gracious. Oh wow. He was pleasing. To look at, she meant. His foreign face was a masterpiece of symmetry. While he did not look French, remnants of European features still adorned his face. A well-chiseled bone structure and an elegant straight nose. Pink lips that were parted. A firm chest with a ridged midsection. Disheveled, rain-soaked hair. A pair of soulful green eyes stared intently at her.

"Bonjour," he replied, sounding perplexed.

Nadine's gaze desperately wanted to wander south again, but she remained strong. "Is this exhibit open to visitors?" she asked.

He regarded her for longer than normal—not scrutinizingly, but rather in a mystified manner. "Yes. My apologies, I was just perfecting a few details."

"I did not mean to intrude. I—" She paused and searched for the proper words. "Well, I was hoping to take pictures for my portfolio here."

"Your portfolio?" he echoed.

Nodding, Nadine nervously tucked her damp hair behind her ears. "For modeling. I am broadening my use of compelling backdrops, and this festival has plenty of them." She waved a hand, the flourishing nature around them not needing further explanation. "Anyway, this particular exhibit caught my eye. Would it be possible for me to take some pictures?"

The man glanced behind her, his brows furrowing. "Where is your photographer?"

"I... do not have one," she said shyly. "I place my camera on a flat surface and set the timer."

It was far too expensive to hire an entire crew for a photoshoot. She would have rather saved money by gaining hands-free experience herself. Besides, people in the modeling industry admired humble beginnings. She was building herself from the ground up.

"Would you like some assistance?" he asked, raindrops gently falling from his chin. Nadine detected a lilted British accent.

"Oh, I do not want to be a nuisance," she said. "I’m sure you are busy."

He walked to the edge closest to her and shook his head, a handsome smile pulling at his lips. "No, not anymore."

Thrilled, Nadine's heartbeat pounded like a stampede of animals. "All right, then."

It was an unexpected turn of events. As far as she was concerned, she had not expected to meet someone as generous as this man. She hadn't expected much of anything out of today since the weather put a damper on her mood, and her dreams often felt unobtainable.

"What's your name?"

Handing over her camera, she answered, "Nadine."

"I'm Harry," he said. "I'm a landscape architect, which might not help your situation, but I did get a passing grade in a college-level photography class. Is that good enough?"

"I don't know," she countered playfully. "I might interpret a passing grade differently from you."

He laughed, his nose scrunching. "B-minus."

She pretended to mull it over before saying, "I will accept that."

"Merci." He sat on the wooden path. "So, do you have any specific ideas in mind for the photoshoot?"

"I know I want to be a part of nature. Close-up shots are preferred. And..." Nadine looked at the exhibit, pondering. "Am I allowed to go in the water?"

"I don't see why not."

"Will I get into trouble? I couldn't stand being banned from this place."

While fidgeting with her camera, Harry said, "This is my exhibit."

This had been designed by him? It was highly impressive, and it made her feel better knowing a person with a meticulous brain and a keen eye for design was helping her. It was also attractive knowing he had constructed it with his bare hands. Did his fingers have calluses? Were there blood, sweat, and tears involved? No, do not think about him sweating!

"You're letting a stranger interfere with your creation?" she asked, willing away the heat rushing up her neck.

As Harry raised the camera to his eye and pointed it at random things, seemingly testing its functionality, he murmured, "You would be adding beauty to it."

In the middle of removing her sandals and poncho, Nadine’s breath hitched. It was quite bold of him to make such a statement. She had to tread carefully around this male enigma. She was there for business and business only.

"Hop in," Harry said. "The water is heated."

She felt vulnerable in her white camisole and brown corduroy maxi skirt. Her curves were accentuated by the spring breeze blowing the fabric. Her feet sank into the dirt. To remain true to the theme of nature and its rawness, she had opted not to wear any makeup.

Shimmying down her skirt and letting it pool on the ground, she revealed her beige underwear. Without saying a word, the mood turned intimate.

While she dipped one leg into the water, Harry's gentlemanly gaze remained fixed on her face. He was right—it was a glorious temperature, like sinking into a lukewarm bath after a long day. She was submerged up to her rib cage.

"Are you new to Loire Valley?" Nadine asked, curious about how this beautiful man showed up in her hometown.

"I live in England. I was invited to this festival to create a United Kingdom exhibit."

"Ah, oui. It must be such an honor. Do you like it here so far?"

Harry nodded. "It's gorgeous. The architecture is brilliant."

"I hope the sheer amount of chateaus we have is not overwhelming,” Nadine said, slicking her hair back with wet palms.

He chuckled and stood up. "Shall we get started?"

Nadine leaned against the edge of the vat, swaying trees and clusters of red bamboo behind her. She settled her expression into her "model face", which was basically just her looking slightly pissed off at something but in a sexy way. With her chin tilted up, she showed off her sharp jaw and neck muscles.

Harry knelt on the wood and held the camera steadily. Leaning forward, he zoomed in at a low angle. There was a look of concentration on his face, and she felt elated that he was so serious about assisting her.

The shutter clicked a few times. By moving her face just a smidge, she subtly posed. It all was natural to her once she was in the moment—it was like breathing. She loved immersing herself in working the camera to her advantage. She made it her best friend.

"Regardez-moi," Harry murmured, sending a delightful shiver down Nadine’s spine. She looked at him with her lips pursed attractively, and he snapped more photos. "Parfaite."

"You speak very good French."

Still adorably focused on his task, he hummed. "I studied architecture at Versailles and took French classes. It's a romantic language."

"I agree." She switched her pose by spreading her arms in the water and trying to smize, as invented by Tyra Banks.

To get the best angles, Harry contorted his body in semi-ridiculous ways. He then got in the water and stood near her. Nadine’s heart rate spiked. He was even more ethereal up close. There was a gentleness to his presence, and she was undeniably attracted to it.

"What do you call an angry French aunt?" Harry asked, setting up a joke.

"Oh, boy. What?"

"A crossaunt."

Nadine let an endeared giggle escape. Slowly lowering the camera, Harry stared at her in awe. His smile was stuck in place as if making her laugh stopped time.

"Fossetes," he whispered. Dimples.

A powerful blush expanded across her face and spread to her chest. Suddenly, her smile turned shy. She had never experienced such attention from a man before. The feeling was both daunting and exhilarating.

Water sluiced down Nadine's body when she stood at her full height. "Thank you for doing this," she said, her voice weak.

"It was my pleasure,” Harry replied. “You made my job easy."

She was going to burst into flames if she kept blushing. "Can I repay the favor in any way?"

His lips quirked to the side as he hummed thoughtfully. "What are your plans for next weekend?" he asked.

"I will most likely be back here again."

"As will I."

"So...” Nadine chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I will see you then?"

"Absolutely." He cleared his throat and held her gaze. "I was wondering if you would fancy doing something with me afterward. We could visit all the farmer's markets. Perhaps stroll along the river at sunset. You could show me your favorite spots and tell me why you love them."

Nadine inhaled a little gasp. If he wanted to spend an evening together, he had surely felt the connection too. It was palpable, hanging thickly in the air like a storm cloud. She could feel the electrical charge with just a single glance. It was definitely worth exploring.

"Unless you're taken,” Harry added uncertainly, combing a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I should have asked first. I just find you so pretty, and you have a lovely laugh." He paused briefly, glimpsing at her lips. "I'd love to hear more of it."

She walked toward him with her pulse going haywire. Her hands cradled his face, and she softly kissed his clean-shaven cheek. "I’m available."

"Oui?"

"Oui."

Harry's eyes crinkled when he smiled. "Splendid. I'm looking forward to it, dove."

Flutters of glee took flight in Nadine's stomach. She had been yearning for a serendipitous moment for ages. The prospect of being wanted always felt unreachable to her. No boys had ever decided she was worth a chance. Now, there was a glimmer of hope.

When Nadine arrived home later that evening, she perused through the pictures on her camera—there were at least fifty. Each one captured her in a certain light that had been unknown to her. Through the eyes of someone else, she found herself feeling desirable.

All thanks to the man with the beautiful back.

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