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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: filthy rich [3/3] Pairing: millionaire!sakusa kiyoomi x y/n [filthy capitalist au] Genre: mystery, major angst ahead, thriller, mafia!au-ish

Synopsis: Just run, Y/N. Don’t look back.

Warnings: dark and yandere themes, toxic relationships, mentions of violence, shady business, class differences, mentions of rape, smoll breeding kink, unwanted pregnancy, mentions of abortion, and sakusa being a manipulative bastard

Notes:

Im disappering again for a week or two so as a parting gift, here ya go, im starting a bokuto fanfic soon and posting the reboot of notice me soon too hnnng thanks for the wait guys uwu

A sorta realistic take on a yandere is harder than it looks kssjdn omg anyways here yall go the long awaited last chapter of filthy rich. I’m not sure if I should put like a one shot sequel but so far im marking this series completed. Thanks for sticking by!

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You run your hands through your hair and shut your eyes tight, the quietness and stillness of your shared apartment was something to bask on before you put on a fake mask of happiness. It had been exactly two months since you found out about the birth control switch and the medaide agenda.

In the span of those two months, you had grown more observant towards your boyfriend’s actions and you knew that it wouldn’t be anytime soon until he actually notices that you were onto him.

You let out a shaky breath as you recollected some weird things you’ve seem to have noticed, how his brows would furrow when he’d receive a call indicating that something was up and it was serious or how you visited your ex-boss one time a week or so ago along with Kenjiro since you wanted to see how he was doing.

“...Well, he just didn’t come home and sold the place. Apparently he was in a rush to move or something because of family matters so I didn’t exactly see him.” the neighbor gossiped to you two.

“Y/N?”

You jump on your spot as you hear that dreadfully familiar voice.

“Hey,” You greet, walking up to him, you decide to do your usual hug but stop when you notice a small red stain on his necktie, the tie is dark blue and although it wasn’t obvious from afar, it definitely was up close. Your brows are furrowed together, this time in pure curiosity, “Did you get hurt? It’s unlike you to get messy.”

You notice the quick shift of attitude in his eyes, you were seemingly getting good at observing his emotions these days and it looked like he panicked for a second there.

Odd.

“A friend of mine had gotten hurt a while ago, you remember Atsumu Miya?”

A vivid image of a blonde man crossed your mind, he was another conglomerate friend of your boyfriend, another person to be weary of to add to the list, “Oh, is he alright?” you asked, trying to keep it casual as you untie his tie for him as usual.

“Yes. He’s awfully clumsy. You don’t need to worry.”

“Oh…” You mumbled, “by the way, I visited my ex-chief.”

“Ex-chief?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, “You know, my boss from before? Me and a few co-workers decided to visit him since he was a really good boss. Turns out he just left without telling anyone, poor man.”

“Sounds unpleasant. Did you know why he quit?”

“No.” You shrugged as you take the tie out and place it on the side, “He suddenly just quit his job and moved, neighbors said it was also because of family matters. It’s kinda weird because as far as we knew, he didn’t have a family.”

“Would you like me to look into it?”

You almost stiffen when he slithers his arms on your waist but you didn’t want to give away any suspicion, “No. I don’t want to pry. Hopefully he’s enjoying his retirement.” You sighed, turning towards him with a tight smile, “Now what would you like for dinner? I was thinking Mediterranean? I need to lose some weight since I’ve been feeling bloated for a while.”

He leans in for a soft kiss on your temple, “Mediterranean would be fine. Would you like anything else? We could order more.” he hummed, his lips slowly started to dangerously hover on top of yours.

“No, it’s fine.” You give him a quick peck and wiggle your way out of his arms, your stomach doesn’t feel well these days. Whenever you were near Sakusa you had the urge to throw up your innards despite having an empty stomach.

You don’t notice the dangerous gaze on your behind as you pick up the phone for your take-out.

Sakusa hasn’t felt you in a long time and it’s driving him insane, he wants to feel your heat, your body, and everything in between. He wants to fill you up and see you pregnant with his children. He wants everyone in the world to know you were his and his only.

Yet he can’t do that.

You’ve ignored his affections these past few weeks and it had been driving him insane to the point where he had to ask one of his men to put an eye on you to see if you had been cheating on him or seeing someone else.

Yet you hadn’t.

Your routine was the same old one and Sakusa is digging his nails deeply into his skin in his office one day with his tie uncharacteristically untied. Miya Atsumu sits across him, taking a sip from his flask, “Ya look like shit.” the blonde points out.

“Fuck off, Miya.”

“Heard from your cousin that you’re not getting laid by your girl these days.”

“You better be thankful that you’ve got men behind you or I’d be shooting your fucking brains out for saying that.” Sakusa spats, his dark gaze pointedly looking at the blonde across him.

“You should just find someone else then and not yer prude of a-”

“Keep telling me ideas like that and maybe I might just shoot you and chop your body up until it looks fuckin’ unrecognizable.”

Atsumu raises his hands up, signaling that he was giving up, “Gee, omi-omi. I was just giving my advise. It’s so easy to drop her.”

“I don’t want to drop what’s mine.”

“You’ve got issues.” He chuckles, “Haven’t you been switching out her pills and fucking her raw for the last couple of months? I bet yer ass you got her pregnant on that before but ya just don’t know it. Getting her pregnant would definitely secure her spot in her life. Woman’s nuthin’ without ya.”

“She’s...she’s not showing…”

“When was the last time ya two went at it?”

“Two months ago.”

“Ya poor boy.” Atsumu sighs, shaking his head, “Ya sure you don’t want to take a break from being a loyal boyfriend for one night? i bet Y/N wouldn’t notice.”

“And no one would notice if you fucking disappeared. I’ll make sure of it, now get out.”

You may not have been the sharpest tool on the shed but you know that someone’s been tailing you these past few days, you’re not stupid. You could only come to the conclusion that it was Sakusa who was doing such things but you couldn’t get why.

Something just didn’t make sense. It felt like you were missing an important piece in the puzzle, med-aide and the switch of your pills and now a hidden tail?

You furrow your brows together in deep thought as you sat down next to a teenage boy on his phone, you decided to take the bus today to the grocery store, surprisingly the one tailing you wasn’t around today.

Your eyes slowly shift towards the boy’s phone, it seemed like he was playing a video game.

An otome game, to be exact.

You felt your lips twitch up, you remembered those games a lot growing up. The graphics seem to have massively improved now by the looks of it, “...That looks interesting.” You tell the teenage boy who turns to you in surprise.

“Oh, thanks.” the blonde replied quietly.

“Is that a new otome game?”

“Kind of.” He blinks, his gaze returning back to the screen, “It’s sort of a remake of the yandere simulator from back then.”

You feel your shoulders tense up.

“A yandere?”

“Yeah.” The blonde nods, “The girl’s awfully creepy in the game, she stalks him, does things to get him. The player has to catch her in the act and evade her at the same time.”

“Oh…” You blink, “I-uh, this is weird… but what’s a yandere again?’

“It’s someone obsessively in love with you. They’ll do anything to have you stay by them.” He says, pushing on a button but suddenly the screen turns red and you feel shivers run down your spine as you hear him curse and the words ‘you’re caught’ appear on the screen.

“W-what happened to your character?”

“He died. Nothing much.” he mumbles, “If the Yandere knows they can’t have you, they’ll kill you.”

You immediately went pale as soon as you heard that. Maybe, just maybe you were being paranoid. He wouldn’t go to that extent, would he?

“How did your character escape the yandere in the game?”

“Well, I haven’t finished the game yet but based on some anime’s and manga’s I've usually read. They either killed to get away or they moved so far away where they wouldn’t be seen so I think the creator might have the same ending.” The blonde said, he slowly looked to your side, “You’re looking awfully pale, ma’am. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, j-just remembered a horrible game I played back when I was your age.” You gulped in, “Nightmares, you know? The yandere tried to get my character pregnant and tried to get in her way of moving out of the country.”

“Sounds like a very realistic one.” He mumbles, “What did your character do?”

“I wasn’t able to finish it.” you whispered, loud enough for him to only hear, “I couldn’t really find a way out.”

“The developers of the game must’ve made it hard for you. Maybe your character should’ve ran away,” he advised, “Or better yet, you should’ve killed him.”

“I-well, I don't think there were options like that.”

“Well if I were you and there was no option for killing, I’d run. Far, far away. Change my identity and all that.” he exits the game and stuffs the phone back in his pocket, you get a good look of his cat-like eyes and immediately feel a shiver on your spine with the next words he say, “I mean its a game but you wouldn’t wanna loose and get your character killed, right?”

“R-right.”

The teenage boy hops down without even saying goodbye and you have a scary realization that you can’t break it off like you originally had planned. You needed to run, run far as you can and get lost.

The words that the teenage boy says echoes in your head for the next few days, from that point on, realization dawns upon you that, nothing is certain now. You couldn’t trust anyone, you couldn’t let friends and family be involved in this. Sakusa Kiyoomi is a powerful man so you needed to be careful with how you were going to disappear.

You continue to act nonchalant and the same as you try to lay out your plan but you knew that you had only a week or so to complete this for it to successfully work.

Sakusa Kiyoomi wonders what he should do to save the relationship, he’s tried everything in the book that he could think of but you remained the same. Was this the end of the relationship? For real?

He could never stomach the idea of having you leave him.

It’s eerie that day, something felt different when he came home to an empty apartment. It looked the same yet something felt very, very different. Apparently the apartment guards said you were here since your car hadn’t left the driveway and they hadn’t seen you go out.

He checks out your side of the closet, your clothes remain there untouched and your toiletries were there too. He scans the fridge for your notes but nothing is stuck there. He suddenly feels like something cold was dumped on him.

It couldn’t be, right?

Right?

He runs to every room, checking every nook and cranny and when he finally reaches the last room which was the bathroom, nothing is there.

Everything was in its place except you.

Where were you?

Your bank account remains untouched, your wallet and phone was left in the apartment. It was as if you were returning home, the very least. Komori tells him to calm down, saying that they’re letting the best people find you around the city, they don’t rule out that someone might’ve had the audacity to touch you.

Whoever took you would be given hell to pay, that’s for sure. Was it the triad? Kkangpae’s? Or opposing yakuza’s? Oh, they’ll definitely have their heads on the platter if they tried to harm a single hair on your head.

Sakusa doesn’t even hesitate to notify the police about you already despite the memorandum that twenty-four hours is needed to consider a person missing, it's nothing a little money can fix.

“I hope we find her soon.” Your aunt sighed, “I’ve notified her parents about it. It’s definitely weird that she’d leave all her valuables behind.”

Hinata and Natsu sit there next to their mom, completely sad and worried, “I’ve hired the best people for it already, obaasan. We’ll find Y/N.” Sakusa replies yet his thoughts are in a complete frenzy now.

And find you they did.

No stone was left unturned. He made sure of it. Yet after a month of relentless searching. Nothing came up, it seemed like you had just vanished and Sakusa Kiyoomi had turned the whole underground world upside down for you but nothing came up.

Some say that you disappeared and ran away but that was immediately ruled out, no security cameras saw you in and out during that day and it would be impossible for you to just leave without security cameras on you. The guard had exclaimed that despite the blackout that day, the generators only took a few minutes to power up so they’d definitely catch you on camera in case you ever exited the building (along with the guards since they knew exactly what you looked liked) plus the clothes and such were still there, left untouched.

Some said you died, it was definitely impossible for you to just vanish without a single trace after all since everyone was looking for you.

Yet no one dared to say it in front of the boss, not if they valued their life.

The billionaire had dried out his connections to find you. What good was it to be the most powerful and richest man in the country if he couldn’t find you? Life had no meaning now, you were gone. It felt like a part of him was ceasing to function.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was a dead man walking now.

Unknown to the whole world, you’re in a small town with little to no signal. Your hair is chopped unevenly and your skin is darker from the repeated exposure under the sun, your life is simple and mundane now yet you’re happy.

For the first time in months, you actually felt free.

You shut your eyes tight, the events that transpired this past few months replayed in your head. Your escape was definitely done as carefully as you can and you didn’t even know if you’d succeed since you weren’t a master in that sort of thing.

You recalled that it was a week before you ran away, a few days after you met that kid in the bus. Someone from the electric company had come to inform you that there was a scheduled black out in the city that day during the afternoon and you felt something bubble up in you. That was the day you’d put your plan into motion.

You knew that the longer you delayed your plan, the harder it would be to escape.

You had a few minutes to actually put your plan to work. The camera’s on the hallways would cease to function for a few minutes according to the guard downstairs as he did a protocol on the building (apparently the generators were quick). So that morning after Sakusa left, you placed only a few clothes and the stash of money you had been carefully hiding in a garbage bag and chopped your hair short in an uneven manner. Burning all the remaining hair on the fireplace and the black hair color that you use with it. The maid uniform that you stole on your floor and a fake name plate that you made was on and you were good to go.

The minute the black out started, you took the garbage bag and walked out. Taking the stairway used by the caretakers, you made sure to just look down and never directly up at the camera’s pretending to work.

When you finally made it out of your building. You let out a stiff sigh and put down the bag, it was only the beginning. If you thought the same way as Sakusa Kiyoomi, you could only imagine that you needed to be more careful from this point on.

You take the newly bought duffel bag that you strategically hid behind some boxes. Thankfully when you had placed it yesterday afternoon, it hadn’t been touched.

You put on a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt with cheap shades and stuffed the maid uniform in the duffel bag along with your belongings in the garbage bag. You take the other route that led to the busy streets. It was easy to look like a tourist and seemingly blend in the crowd, from that point on, you only had one destination in mind.

When you were younger, you vividly remember an acquaintance telling you about this small town outside of Tokyo where her grandparents were from. It was only an hour away via plane and when you went down another few hours via bus yet if you took the bus route all in all, it would take a few days.

Since it was far, only a few busses actually went there and since you had to leave within the day, you decided to just take the bus nearest to that town and take another bus when you arrived there.

The plan smooth-sailed from that point on.

Except for one minor detail.

You open your eyes and look down at your now small bump. The monster who almost had you trapped left a parting gift, you grip your garden hoe tightly.

A big part of you wanted to kill it.

Yet every time you try to, you hesitate.

The moment you arrived here, you had to pretend to be a weary and poor widow. You just didn’t expect to be a weary and poor expecting widow. You let out an uncharted sigh at the thought, it was hard enough to be alone here with little to no money.

This child had the demon’s blood in it.

Yes, you may have gone free from his cage but in truth with his seed growing in your stomach day by day, you started to feel quite the opposite.

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oligbia · 3 years

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Kiwi

Bakugou KatsukiXReader SFW, Fluff

TW: Mild swearing

Based on: Kiwi by Harry Styles

The dorms were mostly quiet, students had long settled into bed for the night. Another long day of training and learning was to follow the next day, the class content of a hero course student at UA was no surprise a mental drain. The academics were rigorous, the materials being taught quickly. So, it was no surprise you and your friends were struggling to keep up with the various lessons being taught.

The studying had started out like any other night would have. Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Mina, and You all gathered in Bakugou’s room after dinner to study together. It always started with studying, asking Bakugou questions, but eventually it turned into watching Denki, Sero, and Mina horse around while Kirishima tried to keep Bakugou at bay. You had never expected to find such a rough and wild group of friends while attending school, but they were perfect for you. After some hours, Denki, Sero, and Mina all turned in for the night. You stayed around with Kirishima and Bakugou, asking some extra math questions as Kiri watched. You’re laid on the ground next to Bakugou’s desk, legs above your head as they rested against his desk. Your hoodie layed disregarded on his floor somewhere, his room always was warmer than the rest of the dorms. Kirishima was laying on Bakugou’s bed, ideally scrolling through his phone. Bakguou was checking your practice problems, scribbling over them in red ink. A pair of glasses sat on the edge of Bakugou’s nose, adding on a new level of maturity and sophistication. When he was alone with you and Kirshima, it was one of the few times he was much quieter and calmer. The three of you were close friends.

Kirishima stood up from the bed, stretching his arms over his head. “Well, I think I’m going to call it a night. Thank you for the study-sesh Baku-bro. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Bakugou mumbled his farewells under his breath, still scanning over your work. You wave Kiri a goodbye, smiling at him as he left. Kirishima closed the door with a smirk that you and bakugou both missed.

Bakugou turns to look at you. “God, get your feet off my desk, would ya?” He shoots you a slide glance, one that looks even more vicious through his glasses that were resting on the edge of his nose. You groaned, kicking your legs in front of you, repositioning yourself to an upright position. “You missed all of them except one. I really don’t know how you manage to do that.”

You threw your head back, grimacing at the extra work. “I don’t know, math is hard.”

“It isn’t hard, you’re just a bunch of dumbasses.”

You frowed, pouting your bottom lip out. You snatched the paper from his desk, smacking it onto the floor in front of you. Half a dozen algebra problems were in front of you, most of them covered in red pen where Bakugou had marked and circled your mistakes. His writing was slanted and consisted of light strokes. It was the kind of writing you expect from someone who writes fast and aggressively. You took out a pencil and started to rework some of the problems, but kept getting the same answers. You knew that you had made mistakes, Bakguou had written them out, but you weren't really sure what they were. You gave up, throwing the pencil at his wall, crumpling up the paper and throwing it at the ceiling, landing somewhere unbeknownst to you. “I quit! This is dumb! I won’t be a prohero anymore if it means I have to do algebra.”

The last part of your rage caught bakugou’s attention, drawing him out of his manga. He looked at your scowling figure, the steam practically radiating off of you. He felt himself grow angry, he knew you were too good to waste yourself and not be a hero. Unlike most of the other “extras” in class, you had potential. You were someone he thought he could work with- or even work for. He groaned under his breath, trying to figure out what to say. “Only a dumbass would quit over some stupid math problems.”

You turned over his shoulder to look at him, his eyes avoiding yours as he marked his place in his manga and closed it, sitting it back in his bedside drawer. He grabbed the math textbook off his desk and threw it to the floor next to you, it landed with a thump. He sat down next to you on the floor, your knees brushing against each other. He threw a notebook down and flipped the textbook to the page of problems you had been doing. “Do this one step by step and I’ll show you how to do it,” He glared away from you, “or don’t, I don’t care.”

You looked at his face, his glasses suiting his face in quite a lovely way. They made him look more like his father. You scribbled out the first few steps of the equation. “I can do this part. I get stuck here.”

He drew some lines in red ink. “You take the extra number here, and you just distribute it like this…” He led you through the steps of distributing and multiplication, the problem starting to make more sense. You did the next practice problem alone, Bakugou watching the way you bit your bottom lip when you were focused, the same way you did during sparring practice or during a rescue practice. You finished the problem and slid the paper over to him. He checked over it, not moving the red pen this time. “That's right. Good job or whatever…” You threw your hands up in victory, whooping in excitement. Bakugou hit you in the shoulder, shoving you over a little. “Shut up, dumbass, people are sleeping. And I would be too, if you weren't still here.”

You chuckled, and hoisted yourself off the ground. You reached a hand out to him, lifting him up to. He rolled his eyes at your hand, but took it anyways as he lifted himself off the ground. “Well, thank ya Boom Boy. I’ll see you tomorrow, yea?”

Bakugou walked you to the door, quickly checking to see if the hall was empty. It was long past curfew, and while the two of you were just studying, he wasn’t about to deal with the extras bothering him or you. “Tch, whatever.”

You showed yourself out, and Bakugou closed the door behind you. Once you were gone, he started to clean up the study materials left on the floor. He came across the hoodie you had left behind on the ground. He rolled his eyes, making some sarcastic comment about how forgetful you could be. He went to fold it up to return tomorrow, but watched as your earbuds and music player fell out. He rolled his eyes, fumbling with the device in his hands. He noticed it was dead, and figured he could at least charge it for you. In his mind, you would have forgotten to charge it yourself and this was his way of being nice. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to be nice to you, but he felt like he had to be.

During the night, Bakugou found himself tossing and turning in his sleep. He couldn’t get his mind to settle, it jumped from topic to topic. The topic it kept returning to, however, was oddly enough- you. He kept thinking about how you looked laughing at Denki that night, the way you were so comfortable around him, the way you were biting your lip…

He shook his head, noticing your music player blinking a green light. It was fully charged now. He took it off the charger and scrolled through the music on it. Most of it was stuff he didn’t know or recognize. It was a jumble of genres and types, none of it able to be conformed to a certain genre. With little second thought, he slipped your earbuds in his ears and pressed shuffle.

The vocals on the first track felt like something old, something recorded through an old microphone or telephone. The guitar was strong and rhythmic, the groove reminiscence of rock music he listened to growing up. But what he liked were the drums and the lyrics. The drums had a loud kick to them, something flashy he could play. The lyrics had a spunk to them, a little attitude and a little risque- bad ass. They reminded him of you somehow.

He turned the lamp on in his room, padding over to the desk to scribble the song title out on a piece of loose paper. Kiwi.

A few evenings later, you went to find Bakugou, excited to show him your test score. You had gotten a B on the math test, and it was really all owed to him. What you didn’t expect, however, was hearing a familiar sound coming from his drum set. You knocked one the door a few times, but when he didn’t answer, you opened it slowly. He had headphones in his ears, you watched as he finished the song, dropping his arms, puffing and sweating a little. He was all or nothing, all the time.

“Bakugou, was that Kiwi? Never pegged you as a Harry Styles fan.” You looked closer, his attention finally on you. “Wait, is that my music player?!”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, realizing you caught him. He threw a drumstick at you, it barely missing your head and tumbling into the hall. You laughed as you took off running, calling out for the rest of your friends to come see what Bakugou was doing. Bakugou got up, chasing after you down the hall, his other drumstick and your music player falling to the ground behind him.

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jayeray-hq · 3 years

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How He Shows You Affection: Miya Osamu

Hey guys, this one also really hurts to re-post, but I’m really hopeful that since the Kuroo one did so well, this one will too. It was my first request and from the amazing rice-hime too, which is probably the only reason it did so well, so big shout out to her for being amazing! Notes: 84

If you want to know why I’m re-posting check here

Post Time Skip/Manga Ending Spoilers!

Warnings: None all fluff!

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He Makes Time for You

You waited patiently at your table, quietly sipping your drink as you waited for the store to close. It was date night, so you’d dressed up in one of your cutest outfits and while you could’ve waited patiently at home for Osamu to come get you you’d decided to surprise him at work instead. The way his whole face had lit up when he spotted you and the appreciative look in his eyes as he spotted what you were wearing made it more than worth it.

You didn’t get to talk to him for long, the restaurant was too busy for that, only managing to exchange quick greetings, and affectionate brush of the hands before he was forced to move on to the next customer but it was more than enough to tide you over. After all in just a short while you’d be able to have him all to yourself, so it was more than enough.

More than one patron had wondered why Onigiri Miya closed early on Tuesdays. It was a strange day for such a thing after all. Most people thought it was a restocking thing, or a cleaning day, only those closest to you knew it was because your boyfriend had decided early on when he’d started his business that no matter how busy he got he was always going to set aside one evening a week that he could devote wholly to you. Thus the shop closed at four o’clock on Tuesdays and anyone who wanted to have their Onigiri had to come early or miss out.

He’d had more than a few complaints about it too, but he’d never cared about that at all, waving them off and telling anyone who complained that it was their own fault if they missed out. After all the store was open regular hours all the other days of the week, and even stayed open late on Fridays and Saturdays, so there was no point in whining about one day.

Once you’d tried to suggest that it might be okay if he didn’t, that you would be okay with him putting his restaurant first, as you knew it was his dream job, but he’d been very quick to shut that down. He’d insisted that yes, the restaurant was his dream, but you were part of his dream too, and part of his future and having time with you, just for you was important to him. You hadn’t been able to argue with him after that, and just gratefully accepted what he’d offered your heart full to the bursting for the incredibly man who had somehow fallen in love with you.

A few years in and most of the patrons were used to the Tuesday closures, and knew to come early, but there was still the occasional late comer, who refused to be budged, and it seemed tonight was one of those nights. He’d come in at four on the dot, pushing his way through the door and nearly knocking over the poor employee who’d been trying to shut and lock it, the open sign already flipped to closed, and hadn’t even apologized. Instead he’d marched right up to the counter and rattled off his order right into your boyfriend’s extremely unimpressed face.

“We’re closed,” Osamu informed the clearly self-important business man in a bored drawl. “The door says you close at four!” the man blustered clearly angry.

“And by my count it’s now exactly,” he paused for a minute to check the watch you’d given him for your last anniversary that he wore faithfully every day, “4:01 sir, which means we’re closed.”

“Well that’s a ridiculous hour to close anyway,” he informed your boyfriend flushed but not backing down, “Not even dinner time! Besides I came all the way here, the least you can do is give me my meal. I’m a paying customer.”

“We’re closed,” Osamu repeated slowly for the man as if he were a petulant toddler than needed things explained very slowly and in small words, his tone making you hide a smile behind your drink, “That means everythin’ is turned off, and we’re all packin’ up to leave. I couldn’t make yer order even if I wanted to.” “Well then what is she doing here huh?” the man demanded pointing an accusing finger in your direction, startling you enough you nearly spilled your drink, “I demand to be served too!”

“She ain’t a customer,” your boyfriend informed the man, a clearly warning edge to his voice, “That’s my girlfriend, and she’s waitin’ there fer me ta be finished so if ya could please vacate the premises so we can get goin’ I’d appreciate it.” “How unprofessional,” the man scoffed derisively, “Having your girlfriend here. I demand to speak to your manager.”

“Yer lookin’ at the manager,” Osamu countered with a bored sigh, “And he’s tellin’ you to please leave so we can close.”

The man blustered a bit more, but in the end he did concede, stomping out of the door and shouting how he was going to be in contact with the owner, and would be leaving a very poor review, which made you frown turning to look at your boyfriend in concern, though as per usual with him he looked completely unruffled by the whole thing.

“’Spose it’s a bit too late to tell him I’m the owner too huh?” he asked when he saw you looking at him, his mouth curling into a smile.

“Is it really okay?” you asked hesitantly, “I could’ve waited a little longer for you to make his food. I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Well I woulda minded,” he countered casually pulling his hat off and ruffling a hand through his dark hair, making it fall across his forehead rather appealingly, “Sides, even if I wanted too, everythin’s pretty much put away anyway. I wouldn’t have had the ingredients.”

“But what if he does leave a bad review?” you asked with a frown, concerned for his business.

“It’s just one review sweets,” he assured you, “An if he does I’ll be sure to respond to it, if it’ll make ya feel better and explain the situation, though I don’t think it’ll matter much.”

“Alright,” you agreed, feeling a bit better at his reassurance, “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he told you firmly, “Besides I wouldn’t have wanted to keep my favorite girl waitin’ any longer than she has ta be, just let me wipe everythin’ down, do one final check and get changed and we can get goin’ on our date.”

“Let me help,” you told him, quickly finishing your drink and tossing the disposable cup away moving toward the counter to grab one of the rags he kept there to help wipe down the tables.

“Ya don’t have ta sweets, me n the rest can handle it,” he told you grabbing hold of the other end of the rag to hold you in place.

“I know,” you told him with a smile, giving a quick glance around the shop to ensure no one could see before leaning over the counter to give him a light peck on the lips and explaining, “But we’ll finish faster if I help, and the sooner we finish the sooner I get you all to myself.”

“Alright,” he agreed a playful smile on his lips, and a soft look on his face that he only ever shared with you, “Have it your way then.”

“I will,” you told him with a grin, before bouncing off to do as you’d said you would a cheerful spring in your step as you contemplated how very lucky you were to have your man who loved you enough to set aside the time for you even if it meant dealing with angry customers just to spend a little extra time with you.

He Tugs at Your Ear

You stared out the window contemplatively watching the rain hit the glass. It was kind of a dreary day today and while you could sometimes enjoy the rain today it was making you feel a bit out of it. Frankly you had a lot to get done, but you couldn’t seem to drum up the motivation to do it.

You were so spaced out you didn’t even notice your boyfriend sliding a plate of food in front of you, and gently nudging your laptop away too distracted by watching the path the raindrops carved down the shop window. You probably would’ve continued with your daze, not even noticing the delicious smelling food just waiting to be consumed if not for the gentle tug at your ear.

The touch was a familiar one but even so you jerked slightly in surprise, your eyes turning to your boyfriend who had the lobe of your ear caught gently between his thumb and forefinger. It was a gesture he used a lot when he wanted to get your attention, a leftover remnant from his childhood with his twin, where Osamu would be forced to grab hold of him somehow to get him to shut up and pay attention.

Though you had to admit he was a lot sweeter with you than he was with Atsumu, probably because unlike his brother he had no particular desire to cause you pain when he was trying to catch your attention. He never twisted or yanked, just gently tugged on you, a disparity the blonde twin had noticed and liked to complain about loudly to anyone who would listen.

It was a rather sweet gesture honestly and an intimate touch you’d gotten used to after dating him for so long, even if it did still make you jump a bit from time to time, when he startled you, like he had just then.

“Looks like yer thinkin’ some pretty hefty thoughts there sweets,” he pointed out, his voice gentle with concern as he released your ear to gently cup your jaw running his thumb affectionately over your cheekbone, “Somethin’ botherin’ ya?”

“Nothing in particular,” you admitted with a wry smile, “Just feeling a little down I guess.”

“Well maybe this will cheer ya up,” he urged, nudging the plate of onigiri toward you, “Or at the very least fill yer belly.”

You couldn’t help the slight smile that crept over your face as you looked at the food he’d brought you. He’d shaped them into cute little pandas, no doubt especially for you and you didn’t doubt they were full of your favorite flavored fillings too.

Honestly you were pretty sure Osamu thought food was the answer for everything, and in some cases he was right, but this time just the gentle tug of his fingers on your ear had already lifted your mood a bit. The gesture more than enough to remind you just how much he cared about you.

He Cooks for You

The sound of your alarm woke you from a deep sleep, and you groaned quietly to yourself. It was morning again, and you really didn’t want to get up, but you had to work, so you slowly forced yourself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and heaving a tired sigh.

You couldn’t help the sad glance you cast at the other side of the bed, which was already empty, the sheets cold, the owner gone a long time ago, no doubt already hard at work at his store. These days you didn’t get to wake up with Osamu in your arms or him in yours very often the way you had when you were in college. Not when he had a store to run, food prep to do, and employees to supervise.

You understood even if it did suck somedays to not find him beside you when you woke. Especially the mornings when you woke up and would’ve given almost anything to hold and be held by him just for a little while. Still needs must, and you were sure if you asked he’d be more than happy to cuddle you all evening if you asked it of him. He was incredibly accommodating that way.

With a tired sigh you pulled yourself from the bed and got ready for the day, doing your morning ablutions, picking out the clothes you’d need to wear, and trudging to the kitchen. You yawned as you glanced blearily around the room only to have the whiteboard on the fridge catch your eye.

You and Osamu had agreed to get the thing so the two of you could let one another know if you ran out of things and start a grocery list, since your boyfriend got a little cranky sometimes when he didn’t have the ingredients he needed. However you also used it to pass notes to one another, and it seemed he’d left one for you.

His handwriting was fairly neat though judging from the way it was a little sloppier than usual he’d either been in a hurry or too tired to really concentrate on what he was doing when he wrote it. However, you couldn’t help the fond smile that touched your lips when you read it.

Mornin’ Sweets,

Made yer favorite fer ya. It’s in the oven. Don’t forget to turn it off when ya take it out. Have a good day. Love ya.

-Samu

Curious you turned to the oven, which was indeed on, though set at a very low temperature, just enough to keep the food inside warm without cooking it further. You followed his instruction and turned the oven off before pulling the foil covered plate out, peeling the wrap back to see what he’d left you.

You weren’t able to stop the tender grin that spread across your face as you saw what he’d left you. He had actually made you your favorite breakfast, along with a couple side dishes he no doubt thought you’d like, including little sausages cut like octopi. It must’ve taken him forever, and no doubt forced him to wake up even earlier than he needed to be.

Your lip trembled slightly your heart feeling so full it almost hurt, touched at the clear care and thought your boyfriend had put into this for you. You honestly couldn’t help tearing up slightly even as you smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. Eventually you managed to get your emotions under control and eat your breakfast feeling like you could almost taste how very much he loved you with each bite.

Before you left for work you made sure to leave him a voicemail, knowing he wouldn’t see it until later, but wanting to express your appreciation all the same in the best way you could for the moment.

It seemed he liked being able to hear your voice and your enjoyed your messages because it was the start of a new tradition. One where he cooked you breakfast every morning and you messaged him in some way in return to express your love and appreciation for your wonderful boyfriend.

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wackatoshi · 4 years

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coming home

tendou satori x f!reader

summary: in which two are better than one.

The black ink of the manga panels blur and swirl into each other, making an illegible whirlpool of chaos. With a heavy sigh, Tendou discards the comic beside him, clasping his hands over his stomach as he lays on the bed.

You glance up briefly from the practice test you’ve been marking - very good, so far - and sense his distracted thoughts.

“How’d I do?” he asks.

You give him a thumbs up. “Flying colours.”

He throws a celebratory fist into the air.

You’re proud of him, really, but you can’t help but feel a little pang of sadness in your heart. After all, how many more of these study sessions would he really need now?

Tendou gazes into space, oddly quiet.

You tilt your head at him. “Something on your mind?”

He glances at you, then back into the void. “Kinda.”

One-word answers aren’t characteristic of him. You place the papers on the desk and scoot your wheely chair closer to him. He raises his brows at the awful squeaking sound - God, he needs to get that fixed - and sighs, sitting up.

“I’m just so tired.”

“Physically?” you ask. “Is the team burning you out?”

“No,” he says, surely. “It’s more of an inside tired, you know?”

You nod.

The last few weeks with Tendou have been rather colourful highlights of your year. You weren’t too sure what to expect when he almost crashed into you in the hallway after school, frantic and desperate as he showed you his test results, rambling about how the teacher had recommended you and -

“Okay, okay,” you interject, almost feeling out of breath at his sheer panic. “I’ll help you. No problem.”

“Really?”

“Sure,” you reply. “English, right? It’s a killer.”

“You are the best,” he sings, though looking somewhat winded. (He’s wondering how on earth he managed to score a study date with someone as gorgeous as you.) “I have to-“

“Tendou, you coming or what?”

A grey-haired boy jogs past you, his duffel bag swinging over his shoulder.

He raises his dismissive hand. “Just give me a sec-“

His friend grins boyishly. “I’m gonna beat you!”

Tendou squints contemplatively as his teammate flies past. There’s conflict flickering in his eyes - half of him itching to go after Semi and absolutely obliterate his pride, and the other half wanting to stay here, with you, just a little longer.

You can’t help but laugh lightly, noticing Tendou’s attention bouncing like a ping-pong ball. “Why don’t we sort out the details tomorrow after class?”

And when you approach him the following day, true to your word, planner in one hand and pen in the other, he’s too surprised to speak. A part of him had wondered if you’d forgotten, or that you were just being nice yesterday, and that there was no way you would actually want to help him.

In a trance, he answers your questions, mesmerised by your pleasant and soothing voice. At lunch, Semi teases him about the dumbfounded look on his face.

“You’re still blushing.”

“Shut up.”

Here you are, three weeks later, and you’ve formed an unlikely friendship with the red-haired volleyball player. He likes to give you a hard time, changing subjects so fast it gives you whiplash, but you always manage to keep him motivated somehow.

Maybe it’s the way your smile beams when he gets an answer right, or how you chew the inside of your cheek when you concentrate too hard. Maybe it’s as simple as how easy you are to talk to, like he could spill all his wild and disconnected thoughts and you’d find a way to somehow string them all together.

“You can talk to me about it, if you want.”

There’s a gentleness in the way you offer that makes it sound like it’s never a burden or an inconvenience.

Tendou takes a deep breath. “I wish,” he starts, struggling for the right words, “I wish life was like volleyball.”

You raise a brow. “How so?”

“When I’m on the court, I feel invincible,” he explains, staring up the ceiling with his hands poised. “I can guess exactly where the ball will come from, and then, wham!” He jerks his hands to the side, imagining the satisfying smack as it slams against his fingers. “Just like that, I block them out.”

He sighs, dropping his arms back to his side. “But in real life, it feels like I can never guess where the attacks will come from, and they always hit me where I don’t have a defence.” Where it hurts the most.

There’s a quiet helplessness in his voice that tugs your heartstrings.

You’ve heard the whispers in the hallways, the sniggering at the matches. You’ve witnessed on more than one occasion the hard glare from the captain when he overhears a snide remark against his fellow teammate.

When you look at the boy, lost in thought as he stares up into space, you wonder what it is the others see. He’s kind and funny and far more interesting than most people you’ve met. There’s a glow in your heart that brightens when he’s near you - your friends have bluntly pointed it out on many occasions.

You wonder when it all started to change.

Perhaps it was the day you’d stayed back at school late to tutor another student. Passing by the gym on your way out, you caught sight of the black-haired first year slamming his serves with reckless force, sweating and angry. On, and on, and on, and on, until he stopped and sunk to the floor.

A part of you thought it was your cue to leave, feeling like an intruder on this private moment.

Just as you turned to leave, though, you recognised Tendou quietly approaching, stooping down to the anguished student and ruffling his hair playfully. You watched, transfixed.

They exchanged a few words, out of your earshot, until Tendou straightened and outstretched his hand towards his younger teammate, helping him to his feet.

“Come on,” he’d said, with an easy smile. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”

The first-year rubbed his eyes and sniffed, pink-cheeked. But he’d nodded, letting Tendou swing his arm over his shoulders and lead the way.

Maybe it was then. Because when you came over the next afternoon, you’d had to force the butterflies down, repeating to yourself over and over that this was just another study session. Nothing had changed, right?

But as soon as he’d opened the door, looking down at you with that welcoming grin on his face, all you could think was: This is what coming home feels like.

You stare at your hands in your lap, tasting the words in your mouth.

“You know, there’s always two middle blockers on the court,” you muse, thoughtfully. “Maybe you need a partner.”

He laughs lightly, still gazing upwards. “Yeah, that’d be ni-”

When the realisation dawns on him, he sits up abruptly, looking at you with widened eyes. “Wait, partner? As in...like...”

You blink at Tendou, feeling your cheeks flush crimson at his surprised expression.

“Partner like...friend?” he asks. Then more tentatively, almost so quiet you miss it, “Or girlfriend?”

You let out a nervous and breathy laugh, fidgeting with your hair. “I mean, if you’re asking...”

You meet his eyes shyly, gauging his reaction as you chew your bottom lip.

Tendou leans towards you, his face lit up like an amusement park at night. “Do you want to go out with me?”

It’s abrupt, cheeky and so Tendou-like.

“Sure,” you say, mirroring his grin. “Where?”

“I mean,” he stammers. “Wait. Do you want to go official with me?”

“Official as what?”

He narrows his eyes at your bemused smile. I see how it is. In one quick movement, he’s down on knee, holding both your hands, looking up at you.

“Oh God,” you groan, embarrassed, but you can’t help the stupid smile that spreads across your face.

Tendou grins, satisfied at your flustered reaction. He knows he has a tendency to rush things a lot, but this is a moment he wants to savour for as long as he can. So as you blush furiously at him, he blinks up at you with undiluted adoration that only makes you buckle at the knees even more.

“Okay,” he says at last, and clears his throat dramatically. “Will you take me, Tendou Satori, as your lawfully wedded boyfriend, to love and to cherish, to-“

“Yes,” you giggle, pressing a finger to his lips. “I will.”

“I wasn’t finished,” he objects playfully. “There’s like six more lines to this thing, you know?”

“Why don’t we just take things slow for now, hm?”

He plants a soft kiss on your fingers before standing up and slipping his arms snug around your waist, awed by the perfect way you seem to fit together.

Some days, the fast-track motion of his mind sends him into a sensory overload. It’s all too easy to lose his way in the maze of his thoughts, like illegible coding crowding out all sense. It’s too easy to feel left behind as the world carries on.

But looking at you, his heart fills with the kind of warmth he thought only belonged to the feeling of coming home.

And he thinks, yes, I could get used to this.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Lockscreens (ch. 2)

tw: Drinking

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

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ch 2: Broken and New Promises (Month 1)

Nearly four years ago...

“Babe, guess what?” She looked up from the tea-cup that sat in front of her, over the pastries as (e/c) eyes made contact with gold. Her eyebrows quirked up as she took a sip, swallowing it and her apprehension. She had invited her boyfriend to their favorite cafe to tell him some life-changing news. “I just got scouted!” Her eyes widened, choking slightly on the hot beverage.

“Really? That’s great!”

“Yeah, it’s a two-year contract for now. They want to send me to their training camp starting next week and I’ll be gone for the next six months. After that, I’m going to officially join the team and everything!” A soft pout made its way to his face as he played with his fingers. “That means I have to leave this weekend.”

Delicately placing the tea-cup down, a soft hand reached out for his. “Kou, it’s okay. This is the opportunity you’ve been looking for all of your life.” With a thick swallow, she steeled her nerves. “I’m not going to keep you here. Please, go live your life and you better be the best ace out there, okay?”

“We can make this work! I’ll come home to visit, and we’ll call every day, I promise.”

A sad smile; a clenched fist under the table. “I’m sure we can.”

“I love you.” A kiss to her hand.

A squeeze from hers. “I love you too.”

****

It wasn’t long before those promises were being broken. It started with skipping the ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ texts. Then it became unresponded texts spanning over multiple days. Phone calls were missed. Video-calls were forgotten and ignored. Visits planned and cancelled. The phone rang. (Name) glanced down at her purse at the sound, pulling the phone out. “Hello?”

“Hey, (Name)! Was wondering, have you heard from Bokuto recently?”

“No, I haven’t.” She couldn’t bring herself to smile. “He’s been busy with his new team.” A veiled sigh. The phone was squeezed between her shoulder and ear as she readjusted her basket.

“I’m not even surprised, it’s only been a month since he’s left after all. He was supposed to come back for the Gym 3 reunion dinner this weekend but nobody’s really heard from him in the group-chat.”

She let out a soft laugh. “I’m surprised you and the others still have time to meet up.” (Name) bent down, comparing two different packs of vitamins.

“Yeah well, I like to remember my roots unlike some people.” His laughter warmed her heart. “Say, even though Bokuto isn’t coming, we still want you there! I’m sure the others prefer you over him anyways. Besides, I miss my best friend!”

A gentle hum in response as she reviewed her calendar. “This weekend right? I should be free, just send me the details.”

“Great! See you soon.” She ended the call, staring at her phone screen for a moment longer. It was a picture of (Name) and Bokuto underneath the sakura trees, petals falling onto their heads as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Another drawn out sigh before she locked the phone, tucking it away to finish running errands as she placed a bottle of vitamins into her basket.

****

“Hey, you made it!” (Name) stepped into the restaurant, glancing around only to find a tall, dark-haired idiot waving his arms aggressively.

“I said I was coming, didn’t I?” Her good-natured laugh made the others around the table break out into chuckles. Kuroo patted the empty seat beside him, gesturing for her to take it. “Where’s Akaashi?” (E/c) eyes scanned the table. Across from her, Tsukishima was sitting beside Lev, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else but there. An empty seat was left on Kuroo’s other side.

“He couldn’t make it. Something about deadlines.”

“Guess the Fukurodani boys aren’t loyal to their roots,” she teased, elbowing Kuroo. His loud laugh caught the eyes of the rest of the patrons as she rolled hers. Kuroo always had an obnoxious laugh, one that fit his messy hair.

“At least you came.” He pulled her into a side-hug. “Missed you, Manager-chan.” Soon enough, they had all placed their orders. Smiling behind her glass of water, she observed as Lev and Kuroo finished their beers, bellies shaking with the roar of their laughter. Tsukishima wasn’t quite as vocal, but his cheeks had also become tinged pink from the beer. Kuroo wiped a tear away from his eye, trying to speak before Lev made another comment that sent the older male into another fit of laughter.

“So, how have you been, Tsukishima?” She sent the boy a sympathetic smile, coaxing him to join in the conversation.

“You know you can just call me Kei,” the boy rolled his eyes, cheeks becoming slightly more bright. “I’ve been good, just focusing on school work. How are you (L.Name)-san?”

“And I told you years ago, Kei, call me (Name),” she giggled, taking another sip of water. “I’ve been okay, just about finished with my degree.”

“Right, what are you studying again?”

She cleared her throat, ignoring the other boys who began another round of beers. “I went to school for sports medicine.”

“And it’s all because of me!” Kuroo proclaimed, throwing an arm around her shoulder. Warm breath tainted with beer blew on her face.

She rolled her eyes. “Keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep at night.” She looked back to her audience jabbing a thumb at her former captain, “Kuroo ended up throwing his back out like the old man he is, so I ended up helping him with his rehabilitation.” The smile froze for a second, contemplating the secondary reason why she had chosen this route. All along she had known that Bokuto had plans to become a professional athlete. Going pro had always been his sense of normal. Her chosen path had made sense at the time if she had wanted to follow besides him on his climb to success. Them against the world. Another broken promise.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Kuroo’s loud whine. “I’m not an old man!”

Immediately, she and Lev replied, “yes you are.”

Kuroo clicked his tongue in dismissal, finishing his beer. He placed it down, smacking his lips. “This has been fun. Why don’t we head back to my place and watch a movie or something?”

“Can’t, got an exam coming up,” Tsukishima replied immediately, as they all stood up to make their way out.

“I promised my sister I would help her move tomorrow. She just got a job offer so she’s moving to be closer to it.” Lev whined. All three boys turned to look at her. A moment of hesitation.

“Sure, I don’t have anything to do tomorrow.” With that, she hugged the other boys good-bye as they walked off together in the opposite direction. “I’m guessing you didn’t drive?” She glanced at the tall former captain beside her. At the shake of his head, she escorted him to her car, unlocking it for him to get in.

“Wow this is small.” He groaned, his head accidentally hitting the roof as he clambered in.

“You’re just freakishly big, Kuroo.” She teased, starting it as she reversed. Soft music played as they let the silence wash over them. The only interruptions came from Kuroo as he navigated her to his complex. Soon enough, they were standing in his living room. She stepped in, not having been there since Kuroo had first moved in. “It looks much homier now,” she commented, slipping her coat off as she hung it up on the hook.

“Kuroo, where do you want this box?” (Name) called, stepping in through the doorway only to be greeted with a loud crashing noise followed by a loud curse.

“Bokuto! I said over there, not here!” Kuroo jabbed his hand in the direction of the kitchen, scolding her boyfriend. Kuroo rubbed his foot, having kicked the box on accident. The box laid on its side, photo frames spilling out.

“I’m sorry, I thought you meant here!” Bokuto argued, crossing his arms and pouting. “I don’t wanna help anymore.”

“I was gone for five minutes.” She sighed, lips slightly pursed as she placed the box of kitchen supplies down on the counter before bending down to collect the frames. “Babe, can you just go get another box from the truck?” Bokuto bent down, hugging her around the shoulders. He peppered kisses along the side of her face. Bokuto huffed, his warm breath bathing her neck and causing goosebumps to prickle through her skin.

“Do I have to?”

“Please babe? The sooner we finish here, the sooner we can head home and cuddle.” He sprang up, giving her one last peck on the cheek before disappearing down the stairs. (Name) picked up a sleek black frame, turning it over to reveal chubby smiling faces. “I didn’t know you still had this.”

Kuroo crouched down besides her, looking at the photo. It was a photo of them on their first day of middle-school. She was in a yellow frilly sundress, her hair in pig-tails. Kuroo was beside her, boyish cheeks puffed in a wide smile. He wore a blue t-shirt with a photo of a dog on it and yellow shorts. He snorted. “Of course I do, you looked absolutely ridiculous in that.”

“Those yellow shorts didn’t do you any favors either,” she rolled her eyes, fixing the box so it sat up properly as she tucked the frame back into it. They looked around the apartment. Brown boxes were stacked everywhere, and the only furniture available was a wooden table in the living room. “Where’s the rest of the furniture?”

“Ah right, I should help Bokuto bring that in.”

“Well, that happens when you live somewhere for awhile,” he chuckled, hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. The other hand gently guided her to the living room by the small of her back. “Pick something, I’m gonna change and get you something more comfortable to wear.” She hummed in response, tapping the buttons on the remote to select some random wildlife documentary before a sound interrupted her. Turning her head, she looked at Kuroo as he slipped back into the room, wearing an old volleyball tshirt and shorts. “Here you are,” he tossed her a shirt and shorts.

“Thank you,” she replied, heading to the restroom. As she undressed, she couldn’t help but look at her stomach in the light, examining it at all angles. She had worn a loose sweater earlier. She let out a soft sigh. She’d have to start investing in more loose-fitting clothes. A sudden wave of nausea hit her as she flung herself onto the toilet, dry-heaving.

“Hey, (Name)—” The door creaked open as Kuroo knocked on it, she hadn’t closed it all the way. He stopped, eyes widening at her as fear-stricken eyes met his face. “Are you…”

“Yes.”

Kuroo shook his head, gently closing the door as he stepped back out to give her some privacy. She scolded herself as she cleaned up after herself. She had been hiding the secret for a while now, she hadn’t planned on letting her friends know quite yet. (Name) didn’t even know what her relationship status was anymore ever since Bokuto had left to pursue his professional career. Stepping out, she tugged the red t-shirt down more. Kuroo was seated on the couch, fingers interlocked as he stared passively at the frozen TV screen. She slipped behind the couch, coming around to the other end as she took a seat at the very end. “How long?”

A deep gulp. “Two months.”

“His?” Kuroo’s eyes left the screen, hazel eyes piercing hers. Biting her bottom lip, she could only nod. “Are you keeping it?” A moment of hesitation before she nodded. “Does he know?” She tore her face away, swallowing thickly as shame surged through her. “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I didn’t want him to give up his career for me.” Her soft words broke the silence. Kuroo sighed, moving to sit closer to her. A warm hand pulled hers away from her lap.

“You didn’t have to be alone through this.” Fingers tilted her chin back to his face. “You know I would’ve been there in a heartbeat.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden.”

At this, he snorted. “(Name), you’re one of my closest and oldest friends. When have you ever been a burden?” A small smile made its way to her face. Gentle hands pulled her head into his chest, a hand lightly stroking her hair. “Even if you don’t want Bokuto involved here, I want to be. You can’t get rid of me that easily, especially now that I know.” He pressed his lips against her forehead, his warm breath fanning across her face. “Now, let’s watch this documentary!” He pulled back, a wide grin appearing on his face.

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The next morning, she woke up in an unfamiliar place. In the corner of her eye sitting on Kuroo’s desk, she caught a glimpse of two familiar kids beaming back. Her nose violently twitched as the smell of oil invaded her senses. Launching herself onto her feet, she disappeared into the restroom heaving over the porcelain throne. Behind her, she heard curses and loud foot-steps. “(Name)?” Kuroo made his way behind her, pulling her hair back as she retched. ‘Just like old times,’ she thought, remembering all the times she, Bokuto, and Kuroo had gone to town in the clubs and bars during the earlier years of college. “Shh, it’s okay,” Kuroo whispered, rubbing her back as she groaned. Panting, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, grimacing. “Are you okay?”

She waved him off. “Just morning sickness.”

“Have you been to the doctor’s yet?” She shook her head. “Don’t be stupid, you’re already eight weeks in.” She flushed the toilet, feeling her nausea subside. Standing up, she washed her hands. Kuroo left as she examined her reflection. Her skin was pale, beads of sweat dotted her forehead. She smacked her lips, face twisting at the taste. Kuroo reappeared, handing her an unopened toothbrush. “Toothpaste is in the cupboard,” he said, leaving her to her own devices.

Quickly freshening up, she was greeted with the sight of two plates of grilled fishes and rice as she stepped back out to the living room. Another wave of nausea crashed over her, but she swallowed back the acrid taste. “Kuroo,” she sent him a glum expression. “That looks delicious, but I’m afraid I don’t think I can eat it.”

He frowned, “It’s never too early to give your baby docosahexaenoic acid, (Name)!”

She rolled her eyes, laughing as she made her way into his kitchen to make herself some natto and miso soup. “Of course you’d say that, Kuroo.” Turning back to the stove, she gestured for him to eat. “But unfortunately the oily nature is making me a tad nauseous.” She tapped her nose.

“Ahh, that’s fair. I’m sorry, I’ll keep that in mind.” At this, she stopped slicing the tofu to give him an incredulous look.

“And why’s that?”

He smirked at her. “Well I did promise to help you, didn’t I?”

She turned back to her cooking, cheeks flushing. “You don’t actually have to follow through with that,” she mumbled. “You were tipsy when you said it anyways.”

“Oh hush,” he waved her off as he took another bite of the fish. “You took care of us all those years in high-school. You’ve taken care of me for most of our lives. This is the least I can do for you.”

“Well aren’t you chivalrous,” she teased, fiddling with a knob on the stove.

He swallowed his mouthful of rice, “now, do you have a doctor in mind already or do I need to go search for one?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make an appointment after this is finished,” she promised, shooting him a look. He stood up, collecting his empty dishes and placed them in the sink.

Looking at her ingredients, he sent her a cheeky smile. “Mind making me some too?” He picked up the second meal, neatly arranging it into a bento before he placed those dishes into the sink as well.

“Only because you took the couch and made me breakfast,” she replied, bumping his hip with hers. Kuroo sent her a sly grin, before heading back to the table to pull out his laptop. As she finished up her meal, she and Kuroo caught up on life. Prior to this, they hadn’t seen each other in over a month. Her phone was filled with unopened messages and missed calls from everyone but the person she wanted the most. She placed the bowl of miso soup beside him, glancing at his laptop. “What are you up to?”

He tilted the screen back in response, revealing the web-page. “Just doing some pregnancy research, my dear (Name).”

She thumped him on the forehead before she took a seat across from him. “You really don’t have to do that,” she reminded him. “I was already fully prepared for raising this child alone if it came down to it.”

He glanced up from the screen, raising his eyebrow at her. Kuroo cleared his throat. “That may be the case, but you don’t have to go through the pregnancy alone.” Leaning forward, he ruffled her hair causing her to scowl at him. “I’m your best friend, (Name). Just let me help!”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say Kuroo.” They sat in silence. Kuroo continued doing his research while she contemplated the implications of Kuroo’s promise.

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distinguished-slacker · 3 years

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Theory: Who will unite the Shinoa squad?

(Because I am bored~)

Many people must know by now that the whole Shinoa squad is dysfunctional and the members cannot lead themselves to a single goal. They call themselves family but in the end all of them have their own problems and priorities that prevents the members from staying united in difficult situations.

Yuu was the driving force of the squad but now his mentality reversed to one of a child (as a defence mechanism to cope with his traumas) to the point that even Kimizuki and Yoīchi cannot deal with him. On top of that, even if he calls everyone ‘family’, he wanted to commit suicide when Mika died even if it meant leaving the other squad members behind.

Shinoa is the official squad leader but in my opinion I feel that she failed at doing her job properly ever since Nagoya arc finished. Also, she has to deal with being the vessel for Shikama Doji and her newfound feelings for Yuu so she cannot take care of everyone equally in the squad.

Kimizuki is the ‘big brother’ and voice of the reason in the squad but Yuu never listens to him which adds to his own exhaustion. On top of that, even if he expressed his desire of letting go of his responsibilities recently, he still wants to prioritise Mirai over anyone else in the squad.

Yoīchi is the one who takes the role of calming things down. However, he is hiding his dark side from the squad which sets a barrier between him and the others, and he always chooses to follow Kimizuki and help him. Yoīchi also has the pending goal of torturing and killing Lacus. Moreover, he is unable to take initiative and ends up being dragged by the others such as when he changed his mind and decided to drink like the girls did (probably to cope with the recent stressful events).

This all makes me come to the idea of what if this is Mitsuba’s time to shine? When Shinoa got possessed by Shikama Doji and Yuu offered himself as a lab rat, Kimizuki went to where his little sister was with the idea of taking her and running away from everything even if meant leaving Yuu and Shinoa behind. Yoīchi and Makoto immediately decided to tag along with Kimizuki. On the other hand, Mitsuba stayed because she got concerned when she saw what Yuu was about to be injected with and when the Hyakuya Sect member took Yuu, Mitsuba turned around to tell everyone just to realise that they were gone the betrayal. Everyone has a specific person as a priority while Mitsuba’s goal has always been the same since the beginning: to maintain formation.

She doesn’t have a specific person she wants to protect nor any hidden side of her so far. Even if she doesn’t have a black demon unlike the others, she is still a member of the main squad of the series and it’s so intriguing why Kagami left her the last when it comes to showing her demon and the inside of her heart. By referring to the importance of the demons in the Shinoa squad, Shinoa’s demon should have been saved for the last but interestingly this was not the case.

In chapter 45, called ‘The Sangū sisters’, when Crowley attacked Mitsuba she caught his foot while expressing her low self-esteem because she felt she was holding her squad back the same way she felt as a hindrance with her previous squad. This could have been a great chance to show even just a few panels of Tenjiryū addressing Mitsuba’s inferiority complex. But Kagami didn’t take this chance, and even if the chapter title referred to Aoi and Mitsuba, they barely had any protagonism in here which makes the choice of the title awkward. However, I heard that Kagami-sensei said that the real story begins now which makes me wonder if Kagami purposely did things in a half-assed way so he could come to this point to turn the tables.

Although it is likely that Mitsuba’s demon will be revealed to be more important than initially established because of the meaning behind their name ‘Heavenly-shaped dragon’, which contradicts their demon nature, I am not essentially saying that Mitsuba will be like Shinoa and turn out to be special. In hindsight, what the squad needs the most right now is not more powerful people but someone who can maintain the structure of the squad. Recently Kagami-sensei has given us moments of every squad members’ thoughts about the current situation but only Mitsuba has been weirdly quiet.

Now Mitsuba must be feeling lost. She started out as the most promising member of the squad, the elite soldier with battle experience since the age of 13, but now all the other four ‘rookies’ turned out to be powerful genetically engineered humans while she stayed as the normal and weakest one what a punch in the gut. This makes me wonder if Kagami waited this much to develop the strength of the other four to worsen Mitsuba’s inferiority complex enough so she can now have her time to fight her own insecurities and grow as a character. Before Mitsuba felt inferior to the others for a reason her mind created on her own due to her past traumas but now she has an actual, visible reason to feel inferior.

Mitsuba initially was angry at the fact Guren chose Shinoa as the squad leader and eventually settled with the role of second in command. The advantage that Mitsuba has over Shinoa and the other three members when it comes to the current situation is that she is not directly affected by it. The actions of Shikama Doji, Guren, Mahiru and other masterminds had influenced the other members a lot like the genetic composition of Yuu and Shinoa, and the lives of the sisters of Kimizuki and Yoīchi. This would mean that Mitsuba is the character with the most availability to take this vacant role. Even if we consider Mika and Makoto as part of the squad, neither Mika nor Makoto have a special emotional attachment to the squad so I doubt they want to lead them. Moreover, Mika’s current situation takes him out of the question and Poseidon has disappeared since like 20 chapters ago💔

I know many people are not interested in Mitsuba’s character🤧 I was one of them but after being continuously disappointed on how Kagami handled the character development of the main characters, I started focusing on the characters that still didn’t get any development and realised their potential in the manga. That’s why I really hope she will not become another victim of Kagami’s poor depiction of female characters.

P.S. Or maybe it’s just me and I am being delusional after so much OnS angst and I would probably need to lower my expectations a bit😭🤧

#owari no seraph #owari no serafu #seraph of the end #manga #hiiragi shinoa #mitsuba sangu #yuichiro hyakuya #mikaela hyakuya #yūichirō hyakuya #yuu hyakuya #yoichi saotome #shiho kimizuki #narumi makoto

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faulty-writes · 4 years

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Hi there! I'm not sure if this fits the request, but if it's okay, could I request Muriko with a female s/o coming out as Bi. Like nobody expected it, then Muriko is like "HELL YEAH, THAT'S MEANS A CHANCE FOR ME" and asks her out last minute before some guy did.

[ So, I got your other message saying you wanted a one-shot and the plot you laid out. Just so you know, I only watch the anime. I don’t read the manga...yet. So I’m basically winging our little Bunny girl. But, I hope you enjoy nonetheless. ]

Being a sidekick might not be glorious, but it had its advantages. You were recognized for one, praised for your help, and when you distanced yourself from your hero and bravely fought against the villains. Held down your own. Your hero rank rose, just a little. Given you were more than happy to be working alongside Mirko, the often overexcitable, rule-breaking, bunny hero. Of course, many were surprised when Mirko announced she’d be taking a sidekick as she preferred to work solo most of the time.

Teamwork wasn’t her style as many would say, yet that didn’t stop the thousands of sidekicks that flocked to her Agency in hopes to pass the audition and get the spot next to her. You weren’t a well-known hero, you worked a regular day job and merely got your hero license so you could protect others when needed. But you were nothing compared to the Pros out there, still, you felt as though you needed a change and forced yourself to go to the audition.

Though it was a little intimidating considering most of the sidekicks that were present, had a good record, and were rather high in popularity while you...were not. But somehow or another, Mirko had chosen you out of the bunch. For what reason, was unknown and while you had tried to get an answer from her. She’d only smirk and point her finger at you, “What’s it matter eh!? I chose you and that’s all! Be happy there, pretty face!” she’d always slap you on the back after and you’d groan, she hit hard even when she wasn’t trying.

There was something strange about Mirko that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Given she was a beautiful and sometimes reckless woman, you often felt her stare on you whenever you returned to the Agency and somehow or another, whenever you got hurt. It seemed like she was more concerned about your well-being, even if she had gotten a few bruises herself. Whenever you were walking up to her and she was in the middle of a conversation with someone else.

The moment she saw you, her eyes would light up and she’d pull you close. You’d always choke when her arm pressed against your neck. She was a little rough around the edges. “There she is! My little kickass sidekick! Isn’t she just adorable? Huh, huh!?” you’d always get embarrassed, it was almost like Mirko wanted to show you off. But you weren’t some sort of doll, even though you owed the hero a lot.

If it weren’t for her you wouldn’t have gotten a taste of the spotlight. You were happy to serve under her and even protect her when you needed to, not that she needed it. At all. But you liked to pretend you could protect your hero. Regardless, being around Mirko was like being around a completely different type of energy. Which you didn’t necessarily mind, but sometimes it became too overwhelming and you needed your own space.

On days like this, you would often shy away from Mirko and spend time with your coworkers. The fellow people that made this Agency run smoothly, though one male employee seemed awfully interested in you. “Where’s Mirko? Aren’t you usually with her after a mission is completed?” he questioned and you shrugged, “Sometimes I just need a break, Mirko is great and all but…” you paused as you finished putting quarters into the machine and pressed the drink you wanted.

The machine made a noise but dispensed no drink. “Huh? Oh, cheap piece of junk!” you snapped and slammed your fist against it. “Damn it, I don’t have any change left…” you muttered as you reached into your empty pockets as if coins would magically appear. “Hey that’s alright, I got you.” you blinked and looked at your fellow coworker. “Wait...really?” you questioned as he got up and stepped in front of the soda machine.

“Yeah, consider it a thank you for protecting the city and...just because you’re cute.” you felt a little uneasy as he winked at you, was he trying to flirt? Meanwhile, Mirko was becoming a little restless. Eagerly tapping her foot against the floor, “Where the hell is she? Where’s my sidekick!? Her attractive ass should be here with me…” Mirko spoke with a soft growl and the receptionist nearby noticed the unusual behavior.

“I believe she said something about getting a drink, try the soda machine down the hall,” they suggested and Mirko turned to glare at them. “I could have bought her a drink…” she muttered before stomping away, her tail angrily twitching. “Hm?” when she caught the sound of your voice her ears perked up a bit, however, she also picked up someone else’s voice. “Ah, what the hell.” she groaned, though she hated to admit it.

She often got jealous when you, her precious little sidekick, talked to others. Yeah, yeah you had every right to. But Mirko still considered you hers. Even though she knew she didn’t have a chance, which sucked. She narrowed her eyes once she had you in view and couldn’t help but cross her arms with a huff. This is the kind of man you chose to flirt with or rather that you attracted?

She could easily beat any suitor that was after you that is if...if only you weren’t fucking straight. She had half a mind to walk over there and smash the man’s face in, but unfortunately as a hero that wouldn’t be good for her image. Instead, she stood there in the shadows. Deciding to eavesdrop on the conversation with a frown on her face, you sounded like you were having a good time talking to him. Didn’t she make you happy too? She growled softly, feeling her stomach twist with jealousy.

“Aw, come on! You gotta eat don’t you? We can just consider it a business lunch...” you couldn’t help but chuckle, he tried so hard. Though you always turned him down, you didn’t exactly understand why he always tried to flirt with you. There were other female coworkers he could spend time with, your time, in particular, was dedicated to Mirko.

“I’m not really hungry, but thank you for the offer,” you replied, making the man drop his shoulders in disappointment. “Is it me?” he questioned, “I mean...it must be me, right? I’m no big strong hero. I just work here as part of the insurance company tied to Mirko’s Agency.” you wanted to roll your eyes, part of you hated when others played the role of the victim when it wasn’t necessary. You took a deep breath and shook your head.

“I don’t care about looks or status, hell I don’t even care about gender. I swing both ways, but the point is. I’m not too sure if you’re my type and well…” you paused when you noticed the strange looks you were getting. The few coworkers that surrounded you seemed wide-eyed and you weren’t really sure why. Was it something you said? “Uh, you guys okay?” you questioned, however, Mirko seemed rather overjoyed.

Practically clamping down on her lip to prevent herself from screaming out in happiness. YES. So her attraction to you wasn’t wrong! Hah, perhaps she shouldn’t have doubted herself so much. After all, she could turn the straightest of women into bunny lovers. That is if she really tried, but now she had a clear mission. She wouldn’t let anyone else have you, by the end of the day. You’d be telling everyone “I’m Mirko’s girlfriend.” she chuckled to herself as she rubbed her hands together.

“Oh fuck yeah! You’re gonna be mine.” she declared before pumping her fist in the air. Of course, there were obstacles in the way and she’d take care of one right now. She grinned as she kicked off the ground, skillfully maneuvering her body so her legs were straight out. You didn’t even register she was above you until you watched her land on your coworker. He gave a cry as his face was implemented into the floor, leaving behind a large dent.

Your jaw immediately dropped and you looked horrified, but Mirko was smiling. Like she had done something worthy of being praised. “Hi there, pretty face,” she said before brushing a piece of her hair back. “Come, let’s get lunch.” she insisted before grabbing your wrist and dragging you along, unlike most. You knew better than to argue with Mirko. Despite the fact you weren’t hungry, Mirko insisted on sharing a plate. That wasn’t like her seeing as the woman typically liked her food and she even bought you a drink.

Though you had tried to argue it was too early to drink, she laughed your words off and you got a little buzzed. The rest of the day after lunch was typical. You stayed at the agency and filled out the necessary forms from your patrol as well as spoke to the police and listened to the scanner in case any villains tried anything. It was a rather boring ending to the workday.

Mirko seemed rather intent on staying by your side and you weren’t too sure if you could trust that smile she wore and despite your best efforts to avoid her when leaving the agency. She caught up to you and once more insisted you go out to eat with her. “Look, I’m still a little dizzy from the first time we ate out so…” Mirko scoffed in response to your words and grinned before pulling you close.

“Come on! That’s a shitty attitude to have! I promise dinner with me is going to be amazing! I’ll spoil my little sidekick good!” she said before ruffling your hair. “And after, we can hit the bar! I’m sure your little ass can dance right?” you looked hesitant but once more you knew there was no chance in hell you could argue with her. “I don’t know about dance or if I can take any more alcohol…” you responded quickly before Mirko laughed and slapped your back, causing you to stumble forward.

“That’s quitters talk, pretty face! You gotta drink when you’re with me. We’ll have dinner at that exclusive restaurant, oh what the fuck is it called? I forget, but it doesn't matter.” she concluded before looking at you with a mischievous glance, “Uh...” you stepped away. “Just what are you…” you gasped when she quickly moved behind you and scooped you into her arms. You gave a squeak and your arms immediately wrapped around her neck.

Though you were a hero of sorts, you hated being off the ground. “Aw, what’s a matter? Are you scared?” Mirko teased and you growled, “Shut up!” you snapped, wondering what had gotten into the woman today. She usually wasn’t this touchy-feely or even insistent you spent time together like this. Then again, she was over-enthusiastic and did enjoy showing you off. So maybe you were merely overthinking things.

You held on tightly as she kicked off various buildings, sending both of you airborne and while you were terrified. The view of the night city was rather beautiful and almost put you at ease, in a way it made you feel like a damsel in distress. Being rescued and carried off by the hero, which more often than not was depicted as a male hero. Someone strong, brave, and handsome. Yet you were in the hands of a petite but strong and courageous woman who could handle her own.

Though, if that were true then why did she feel the need to have you around in the first place? What was her want in getting a sidekick in the first place? Once more you were reminded that you had never gotten an official answer from her. “Mm…” you muttered just before Mirko landed on the ground, “Ready for some good eats?!” she exclaimed and somehow you felt butterflies when you watched that smile come to her face, she was almost...cute.

She seemed to notice the way you stared, “What’s a matter? Lovestruck already?” you felt your face flush at her words and quickly glanced away. “No.” you denied, damn her. She chuckled once more and set you down on your feet. “Whatever you say, pretty face. Now let’s go get some grub.” she grabbed you by the shoulder and dragged you inside. Guess the advantage of being with a popular hero was the fact that you pretty much got whatever you wanted handed to you.

In this case, Mirko was granted an exclusive table and offered a bottle of wine which she immediately opened and insisted on a toast. You felt your stomach twist as you swirled the cup of wine before looking to Mirko. “A toast! To one of the best and originally unwanted sidekicks ever and the only fucking sense of normal I have in this otherwise kick-ass life! Cheers!” you blinked in response as she clinked your glasses together and promptly downed her glass.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder, what did she mean by sense of normal? How true was that? Was she hiding some secret from everyone? You glanced to the side, your wine untouched. You couldn’t help but look around, everyone else was dressed in such fancy attire that you couldn’t even hope to afford. You weren’t much for high-class places, so why did Mirko bring you here? It was almost like she was trying to impress you without actually taking part in the high-class act.

“Ah!” The bunny girl in question licked her lips after she finished her wine and slammed the cup back onto the table, catching some looks from the surrounding tables. But she outright ignored their stares as she was more focused on looking directly at you. “What’s a matter!? You haven’t touched your wine.” you jumped when you heard her voice and snapped your head back, “Oh uh...n-nothing. Um, I was just thinking…” you said sheepishly before taking a sip of your wine.

That seemed to be your weakness, trying to analyze not only a villain’s moves but everyone’s. Why they said what they did and what it meant. Maybe you’d be better off working for the police but the truth is, you loved being a sidekick. You were almost relieved when the dinner was over, almost. The horror came back when Mirko dragged you to the bar next door, you began to wonder just how much this woman could drink before she was satisfied.

The bar itself had dim lighting and a small dancefloor that provided the only real lighting as it flashed between colors. Mirko had insisted you sit at the bar while she ordered the drinks, you assumed that translated to she knew the bartender. You couldn’t help but sigh and curled your hands in your lap, this wasn’t your scene. In fact, you felt a little out of place. Well, maybe that was an understatement.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice your coworker from earlier had sat down next to you. “Y/n.” your head turned, “Huh?” it was a little hard for you to recognize it was them at first. “Oh...hey, uh how are you? I didn’t know you came here.” he chuckled in response and laid his hand on your thigh, something that made you a little uncomfortable. “I could say the same for you,” he said as he leaned closer and that’s when you noticed the bruises on his face.

Guess that was the result of getting your face slammed into the floor. “I’m here with Mirko.” you replied in a flat tone and watched his face twist with panic, “She isn’t around right now is she?!” he exclaimed as he frantically looked back and forth. “Uh…” why was he freaking out so much? You reached down to push his hand off your thigh before answering him. “She’s getting the drinks,” you replied and though he still looked worried, his shoulders relaxed.

“Well, that’s too bad. I was going to buy you a drink, maybe I still can, what do you say?” he questioned with a purr and reached over to take your hand, “Uh…” you replied before he brought your hand up to his lips were he pressed a kiss to it. The action made a shiver run down your spine, “Um, right...I don’t know about that.” you said as you pulled your hand away from his.

“Well, how about we go out?” he questioned and you jumped in your seat. “Uh what?” he chuckled and a playful smile formed across his face. “I said how about we go-” his sentence was interrupted when several alcoholic beverages were poured over his head. You could smell the difference mixtures lingering in the air and it made you gag, “What the hell is your problem!?” he snapped as he whipped his head around to see Mirko, she stood there with a smirk.

“No problem here, but I’d prefer you don’t bother my date with your bullshit. It’s clear pretty face doesn’t want to go out with you. So get before my foot impales itself into your ass!” Mirko growled and for a brief moment, you got scared as you watched her face twist into a more devilish expression which seemed to be more than enough to scare your coworker away. You blinked in response before looking at Mirko.

“Uh...that seemed…” you tried to search for the right word, but Mirko just scoffed. “What unnecessary? Give me a break, those guys are just like villains. Can’t take no for an answer.” she declared as she placed her hand on her hip and looked at you. “Besides you’re my date and I don’t plan to hand you off to any half-assed shithead.” your eyes widened, “W-What do you m-mean d-d-date?” you responded, not that you didn’t like the sound of it.

Just, you didn’t recall Mirko even asking you out on a date. She seemed confused by your question. “Uh, what else does a date mean?” she responded before rolling her eyes. “Yeah, I didn’t ask you out or anything. I couldn’t find the time between all the bullshit, so I decided to try and spoil you instead. Besides that fool has been trying to ask you out for months. Had to beat him to it, didn’t I?” she questioned as she took the seat next to you.

“I’m going to have to get more drinks…” Mirko pouted but you were still full of questions, just staring at her with blank eyes. “Hm?” she turned her head to look at you, even in the dim lighting you could see her raise her eyebrow. “What?” she questioned before trying to flag down the bartender. “Look I promise I’ll ask you out properly later,” she said which made you finally drop your stare. “Just enjoy tonight for now and if you’re good, I might end up bringing you home tonight,” she said with a wink and you nearly fell out of your chair.

#mirko x reader #rumi x reader #bnha x reader #bnha requests #Anonymous

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despicablepenguin · 3 years

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Highly specific manga recommendations please!!!

I've been trying to find a manga for awhile but I don't know where to look. It's like I haven't read a lot of manga so there's so much more to look at but it still feels like I can't find any. It might be because I'm super picky.

Ok, here we go. This is my tastes. Just because I haven't read much manga, doesn't mean I haven't watched any anime so I at least know what I like.

- DO NOT recommend me any manga that has already been adapted as an anime because I've most likely either have watched it, planning to watch it or am not going to watch it and every time I search up best manga, all the shounen animes pop up.

- slice of life hate it. Also, fantasy, hate it with a passion including all fantasy. I think it's this surrealism where I want to place myself in the situation so it can't be not on earth or in a fantasy kingdom but also don't want to live my everyday life. Usually I like things on earth because I can sympathize with them more. I feel like I hear some far away war in the premise a lot and ngl, I start skipping real quick. Of course there are exceptions to all of these but rarely.

- Romance is honestly eh for me. I don't think I can really read romance after reading Horimiya because it's so fudging good and I hate waiting so long for the couple to get together. It also needs some kind of premise besides romance or I snooze. I'm fine with romance in the story but I'm not fine with romance only being the story.

-on a similar note, this is gonna sound super homophobic but I don't particularly like much BL, yaoi, yuri, etc. This is particularly because I can't put myself in the shoes of the main characters which makes romance much more unlikeable than it already is. When I read romance, it's usually for indulgence for myself. That doesn't mean I definitely can not have BL, yaoi, yuri or anything, it's just if it's the main focus, I'm out. Like for example, I'm currently reading, "A World Where Everything Definitely Becomes BL vs. The Man Who Definitely Doesn't Want To Be In A BL," which honestly the story is kind of lacking which I get but also this is going to be a snooze fest if you use the same joke constantly. Anyway, I liked that the guy in this book literally has to navigate a world where every boy falls in love and I think that's hilarious. I also want to watch banana fish, not read it because it sounds interesting.

- Horror is a no. I can't even stand horror movies

- I think I love supernatural and sci fi so much because it keeps popping up on my anime list. From Haruhi Suzimiya, a certain scientific Railgun, assassination classroom, jujutsu Kaisen, kokoro connect, bunny girl senpai. Of course that's kind of broad so that one's kind of hard to pin down too...

- I fudging love spy things, assassination, detectives, etc. I love things like james bond which is why I love spy x family, assassination classroom and millionaire detective balance: unlimited. If someone could recommend more, please do! I wish there was more assassin or spy manga or anime. I don't know why but I love them. Also, I forgot great pretender.

- I don't particularly like anything psychological or if you try to sell me on sadness, i probably won't read it. Now if you didn't tell me, it's fine but once I hear sadness, I don't want to read it because I already have depression, I don't want more depression!!! I like reading for entertainment purposes, not to have an existential crises or to think the meaning of life or whatever.

Sorry this is super long and I think this is too picky for anyone to recommend so I probably won't get any recommendations. I just know that there are a ton of mangas out there that I probably don't know because I'm not in the manga community like I didn't know Horimiya existed until the anime came out and it's so freaking good. I love the friendships and are attached to all the characters and I wish the manga wasn't ending soon. I also love spy x family so much and would binge read it if I could but it's still ongoing. It's perfect for me because it has an esper (supernatural), spy and assassin which I all love. It's also super wholesome which I like since my favorite anime is assassination classroom and it also has action in it too.

I should also say the manga and manwha (manwha is accepted too) I have read although you probably know most of it:

- Spy x Family

- Love is War

- Rent a Girlfriend (dropped)

- Horimiya

- Act age (read until it got cancelled)

- A World Where Everything Definitely Becomes BL vs. The Man Who Definitely Doesn't Want To Be In A BL (caught up)

- supersecret (finished)

- Omniscient reader's viewpoint

- Her summon (dropped)

- I stole the male lead's first night (dropped)

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currywaifu · 4 years

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: rival 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: sumeragi tenma/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 2.9k words, 3 images

𝐚𝐧: two people from the filo discord (ty to sel & kai) gave me the idea for this! i meant to push this out a while back, but only got the time to finish it tonight! at... 5 am... sorry for the long delay, @chewie-santatoast !

If someone were to ask Tenma why he was stalking your Instablam right now, he’d be able to spout off various excuses— all with varying levels of believability.

His first excuse was that you were going to be one of his latest co-stars in a drama. Just because the both of you were going to be part of only a few episodes doesn’t mean he’s gonna stop being diligent. He’s just doing his best to be up to date with you and the other cast, for social reasons.

Why is he so focused on your page, then?

His second excuse would be that he’s only looking, following your account because you’re one of his rivals! Not only were you someone who also started acting at a young age, but you also recently started getting into theatre! Not only were you a threat to any possible awards he could get this season, but any notable troupe was a rival to Mankai for any possible competitions or awards! He’s only looking after the company by scoping out the competition!

Why is he so focused on a specific set of images?

His third excuse, actually still pretty believable, was that he was looking at your most recent posts wherein you were clearly promoting a new play, your repost of the poster signifying that you were the lead. Rival or not, he was still interested in plays or musicals— of course he was going to learn more about the production you were going to be a part of, right?

Why is he looking so intently at the caption and comments, then?

Even in his own brain, this is where Tenma began fumbling. You were just supposed to be promoting, so why were you posting a selfie with another actor, even mentioning that same person in the caption? And- and the people in the comments! Why were they talking about “shipping” you and that guy? Comments about how cute of a couple you’d make… were they fake fans of theatre or something? People who were more engrossed with the actor’s lives than the show?

That’s exactly it… he’s repulsed by people’s audacity. Fan service was alright, but you shouldn’t be feeding your followers anything unnecessary— and why were they so adamant in taking things too far and out of context anyway?

The door creaked open, and he quickly locked his phone as he hastily stashed it underneath his pillow, face unknowingly painted with a blush as though he was hiding something scandalous instead of a picture of you doing finger hearts at the camera.

… thank God it was just Misumi, who doesn’t mention anything possibly wrong with his appearance or attitude. The older boy mentioned something about eating triangle cakes together with the rest of the troupe, and he eagerly replied in agreement as he gets up from bed.

In his head, Tenma justified his actions by telling himself it’d just be a hassle if anyone (note: Yuki or Kazunari) caught him and automatically made assumptions.

When Tenma arrived on set, you were exiting out of your car as well.

‘I should probably be friendly and greet them, right?’ he thought to himself as his body was positioning itself to avoid you instead. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, you had already spotted him and with a loud “Tenma-kun!”, his gaze was forced to meet with yours.

You made your way beside him with a blinding smile, not giving him the time to formulate a greeting in return as you began talking up a storm.

“I’m excited to work with you again!” you said, briefly pausing to greet his manager as well before turning back to him. “The last time we’ve worked together was for a drama 6 months ago, right?”

“No,” he corrected immediately, the ‘you idiot’ that would have followed thankfully left out by Tenma. “We filmed a commercial 3 months ago, and then we had a magazine spread last month.”

When you blink up at him in surprise, he found himself getting a little conscious. “It’s… it’s not like I memorised it because of you, though!” he said, beginning to explain himself, “obviously a good actor remembers the things they’re a part of, right?”

When you giggled in response, a part of him started to feel… no, not worried, but something.

“No, no, I totally get that!” you raised your arms up in surrender, “I just meant like an actual acting gig, I guess? Nothing beats having a whole new script to learn, and getting to act with the people you admire. Right, Tenma-kun?”

Inclined to agree with you, he nodded in agreement. “Right…”

You looked at him with a blank stare on your face, like he was missing something (what was there for him to miss, though?) before quickly turning away to greet some of the production crew passing by with a wave and grin.

He, for once, managed to tune out the coos and comments of, “it’s so cute that they stayed friends after all these years!” and “aww look they even entered the set together!” in favour of wondering if there was something he said (or didn’t) that ended the conversation.

…

After filming finished for the day, he decided to lag behind instead of immediately leaving. He’s worked with a bunch of the cast beforehand, so it was a good thing to catch up with them.

“Mini Sumeragi,” one of his more… out there seniors, a friend of his father, began “are you gonna keep staring at their dressing room?”

Freezing up, he mentally took note to stop darting his eyes in that direction before anyone could make something out of it; it was too late, though, when the lead actress asked who occupied that room and several people replied your name in chorus.

“Ohoho~ our young boy is finally growing up,” the lead actor said with a grin, and the whole cast amusedly watched Tenma’s cool mask forming cracks.

“Could it be you’re waiting for them to go out? Is that why you’re staying behind to chat with us oldies?” none of them look the least bit offended, but while he was safe on that aspect, the little smirks and chuckles that escaped the others made him want to justify his actions somehow.

“It’s- it’s because I— have something to tell them!” Tenma explained, despite not knowing a) what he would even say to you, and b) that he was planning on talking to you in the first place. Even though all the signs were pointing to him wanting to do so, at least to an outsider’s perspective.

With widened eyes and an over-dramatised look of shock, the show’s director herself let out a gasp. “Sumeragi-kun, you don’t mean… you’re going to…“

Tenma’s perceptive after all, especially when it came to body language. He had to be as the Summer Troupe’s leader! He could tell there was something bothering you a while ago. As co-workers, he just doesn’t want you to have an issue with him is all! Not— not that he was super concerned about what you thought about him though, it was just—

“Tenma-kun?”

The whole group turned to look at the source of the voice, and who else could it be other than the devil itself.

“I’m glad you’re still here!” you exclaimed, a smile gracing your face as you approached the ginger. “I actually had something I needed to ask you about.”

“Huh? Oh, of course you did,” he crossed his arms, averting his eyes from your expectant gaze. “What did you want?” What— what else was he supposed to say?

Unexpectedly, you bring out your phone and hand it to him. Hold on, wasn’t this like those scenes in the dramas he acted in? Or Muku’s shoujo mangas? Where the main character would hand her phone to the guy she liked and asked for his number?

“Could we start chatting on LIME?” Tenma stiffened at your words, until you followed up with “Since you got into theatre before me, you’d probably have some tips or advice, right? I’m still inexperienced, so…”

After what felt like minutes, his thumbs quickly moved to enter his phone number, adding himself as a friend on your phone.

“I’m only doing this because it’s theatre related, okay? There’s no other reason!”

“Yes, yes, I know… Tenma-kun is always very nice to me,” with a closed-eyed smile making its way to your face, the both of you remained unaware of two things. First, the reddening of Tenma’s ears, and second, the hushed commentary of the others in the room.

“… that felt like a scene from a high school drama,” the director commented as soon as the both of you were out of earshot, looking contemplative, “they’re cute. Maybe I’ll cast them as the leads in my next show.”

Several laughs come out of the group, knowing glances thrown around from one person to another. The usually professional Sumeragi Tenma finally acting his own age, and the one who caused him to act that way. Whether you two knew it or not, you two’d become the hot topic amongst the crew for the next few filming sessions.

Unsurprisingly, Yuki’s the first one to notice something was up; while Tenma was good enough to be able to hide whoever it was he was chatting with on his phone, he was not slick enough to hide how affected he got upon hearing his phone ping, or the look on his face as he read and his fingers poised themselves to reply.

What kind of person gets smiley so early in the morning without eating breakfast, just because of a text message? Disgusting, really.

Also unsurprisingly, Kazunari’s second to notice, but unlike Yuki he’s the first to properly try and figure out who Tenma’s talking to instead of just making comments here and there.

After all, the blond can only conclude two things— first, they must be a special enough person to have the always busy actor chat with them consistently during his free time; second, Tenten… probably hasn’t noticed that he’s being so, so obvious to the point that Misumi thought their very own leader found a “very special triangle”.

Kazunari found it was a little difficult, trying to figure out who it was exactly that caught Tenma’s attention, especially with the latter keeping a tighter on his phone than usual.

However, it was not impossible.

It wasn’t uncommon for several members of the troupe to gather around the living room to watch the latest episode of whatever drama Tenma was currently in. It wasn’t that uncommon either for him to watch with everyone as well, judging his own acting and seeing how it turned out through the camera.

Tonight was different though, and it would seem that always having his phone on his possession had become his own boon… or perhaps the true boon was sitting in front of Kazunari, giving him the perfect view to have a bit of a peek without being evident about his intent.

…

Tenten—

Tenten, why—

Kazunari found himself sending a mental prayer to whatever deity existed in the universe, not just for his own sanity but for…

His eyes go to the one person on screen that Tenma’s clearly been hyper focused on. ‘Yes, I pray for your sanity, too…’ he thought to himself. It was so clear that you had some semblance of more-than-friendly interest towards his friend, and you were clearly fishing a compliment out of him— if not just for the sake of a compliment, then to gauge his interest level in you.

Honestly, he can’t let this go any further— him snooping getting revealed be damned. Tenma’s been typing and hitting the backspace key for a solid two minutes now, he was clearly hopeless, and Kazunari? Why, he was a texting MASTER— it was his duty to help out his poor disciple.

“Tenten~♪,” as soon as the ginger’s attention broke from the phone, he quickly grabbed the device out of said person’s grasp, ignoring his indignant noises as he quickly typed in a response that seemed in-character enough for Tenma, but enough to pander to you.

When Tenma finally got his phone back, Kazunari resisted the urge to take a photo of the former’s face, morphing and reddening as he registered the rest of the messages.

“Why’d you… why’d you call them cute?” Tenma whisper-shouted, looking around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation, before turning back to Kazunari.

“Awww, so you don’t think they’re a cutie?” Kazunari asked, clearly baiting Tenma to refute.

“That’s not what I— that’s not the point!”

Unable to hold himself back, he let out a laugh while one of the more serious parts of the show was playing out, causing several people to look at him in wonder. He doesn’t really have an explanation without exposing Tenma, so he gave the vague excuse of seeing something funny on his phone.

Not his phone, but hot diggity dog, did he see something funny alright.

There was no way he’d ever admit this to you, or to anyone for that matter, but he genuinely doesn’t understand you. You were rivals, weren’t you? Sure he expected you to be civil, but you were being so friendly and kind… and even worse, you were making him feel weird. You were making him do things he normally wouldn’t do.

He glanced down, the newly bought bouquet of roses seated on his lap as he waited for the play to start— the opening night of the play you were going to be in.

Opening night… when the others found out about it, they gave him knowing glances, playful nudges, teasing comments but really, what did it matter if he just so happened to watch on opening night of all nights? It was the night he was free on!

Besides, you were his rival in acting! Obviously, he was going to watch your performance to simultaneously check out your strengths and weaknesses as an actor— how you differed on set and on stage.

… no, that didn’t sound right, even in his head.

Then, he’s watching you because you went through the trouble of asking him for tips about acting on stage, and getting into theatre. He’s kind of like your teacher, right? So he has to support you

… that didn’t sound right, either.

Even after the play ended, he waited for the audience area to be mostly deserted before coming to find you backstage, the stage manager apparently recognising him and letting him pass without much questioning on who he was here to see.

When he finally found you, he stilled in his spot. Oh, you were with…

For a few seconds, his stomach churned, like a fiery pit burning his insides on fire without so much a regard towards any pain he’d fill and—

“Tenma-kun!”

As quickly as it arrived, the fire gets extinguished at the familiar shout of his name. That person turned to you, quickly muttering something that made you giggle, the forming frown on his lips only leaving as the other man did.

“I’m really happy you came to watch me~” you told him, a little bashfully. “My parents couldn’t come tonight, so it was nice to have someone I recognised other than my manager in the crowd.”

Right, opening night was… a lot for him, too. Tenma nodded understandingly. “Obviously? Oh and congratulations, by the way, you did really well,” he added in, watching you gingerly take the bouquet of red roses from his grasp. Your eyes turned a little softer at the present, stuck on the little tag even though all that was written on that pre-made to and from card was your name and his respectively.

“I said I’d watch you, right? Besides, just because you’re my rival doesn’t mean I’m gonna go break a promise.”

You remained silent for a minute, and he worried again if he somehow found another thing that would cause you to stop talking to him, at least for a little while— a time period just enough to bother him.

When you break your silence, you make sure to make direct eye-contact with him.

“… rival?”

“Yes?”

With a heavy sigh, you began muttering to yourself. While he wasn’t able to pick up on comprehensible sentences, your expression was enough to tell him you were annoyed.

Before he could question you, the smile returned to your face.

“You think we’re rivals? That’s a shame… I don’t see you that way at all,” you remarked offhandedly, watching Tenma’s face morph into a mixture confusion and hurt.

“What? Do you not think I’m good enough to be your—“

“Okay! Stop the thought right now!” you interrupted, shaking your head vehemently. What kind of derivation was that? “I think of us as more than rivals, is what I mean.”

Tenma’s blush seared through his cheeks, looking almost as though his face was lit up on fire. Despite this, he made no attempt to move to shield his face from your gaze, or any movement at all really— save for how he sputtered in search of some semblance of a viable reply.

“What do you… what are you trying to imply? Are you saying you think of me as a friend or—“

He gets interrupted by the sound of you giggling. “Well, the meaning can be whatever you want it to be!” you exclaimed, the tone of your voice a little mischievous as you continued, “so just let me know which one, okay?~”

#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#tenma sumeragi #sumeragi tenma #cafe: dessert menu

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melodiesofblueroses · 3 years

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𝘋𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦

→ 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

• 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Levi loves visiting a certain café in the human world to get away from the chaos in the house of lamentation, although it’s mainly because of the cute barista that works there.

• 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

• 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: ~1.3k

• 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱: f!reader

there was a familiar tune that played throughout the quaint coffee shop. it was a soft melody reminiscent of quiet rainy days when one would cuddle up indoors underneath the weight of a few blankets. a rather vivid description, but it fit the atmosphere that the cafe was trying to sell: a relaxed evening with a cup of coffee in hand. for levi, it was a chance to spend a few hours or so away from his obnoxious brothers and the loud crashes often heard throughout the house of lamentation. even he needed some time away from his computer screen and dimly lit room.

and this cafe provided for the perfect escape: few customers scattered about, a soft jazz instrumental that played overhead in the speakers, and the smell of freshly roasted coffee and baked pastries. not only that, but there was a pretty cute barista that had caught levi’s eye the first time he visited this particular shop. it was quite practically the reason that he kept coming to this shop if we’re being honest, although he would never admit that, not to himself or his brothers.

besides reading his manga that he often brought along for the journey to the human world, levi loved observing (although it could be classified as staring) the barista whose name he only knew because of the tag she wore on her uniform. y/n. every time he mumbled it to himself levi would shudder, almost as if he had just spoken a forbidden word. it was such a beautiful name, more so because he had never heard of such a name back in the devildom. demons didn’t exactly have names that humans would consider normal. diavolo, asmodeus, barbatos. he was sure that they would receive weird looks if any human had heard of those names. but y/n was different. it was a completely normal name, unlike mammon (he loved to trash on him whenever given the chance). at least levi was a somewhat normal name, not leviathan though. i mean, that one anime character was named levi, wasn’t it cool that he shared a name with him? a bit off-topic but nothing could surpass his love of anime.

and every time she said his name sent butterflies to his stomach. sure it was a bit of an overkill, especially since she was just calling out his name so that levi could receive his order, but he was a bit of a shut-in so this wasn’t particularly an everyday experience. besides, no human had ever called his name, at least not ones that he was fond of. anime characters couldn’t exactly directly speak to him after all, but those short few seconds where y/n would call out for him would suffice.

you may be wondering, what exactly made levi attracted to her in the first place? and to put it simply, it was her dimples. they were the first features that levi noticed, which managed to shock him considering that he didn’t think of himself as a dimple type of person, er well, demon. it was during his second or third visit to the cafe that levi came across y/n, well, more like took notice of her. specifically, he was waiting for his coffee to finish, and being the impatient social recluse he was, levi decided to just awkwardly wait on the side until his name was called, not wanting to make contact or bother anyone. and when she had handed him his coffee, levi couldn’t help but blush when he saw that smile of hers, especially those dimples. they were just so cute?? sure, he had seen dimples and whatnot before, but hers caught his eye the most. was it because she was cute? maybe. could it be that her smile was distinct from all the other ones he could recall? ehh, that may be stretching it. whatever it was, that smile of hers was so cruel.

and today, yet again, levi found himself sitting in the cafe, reading a new issue of shojo beat. if his brothers ever found out, there was no question that they would snicker and make rather awful remarks. shoujo manga was just too cute, ok? besides, it helped fill that void in his heart, the one where he longed for a romantic relationship. plus, some of those stories were just too good to not be invested in them. although he did come here to read manga in peace, levi was instead focusing all his attention on y/n, which was nothing out of the ordinary. he often found himself spending more and more time gazing at her rather than focusing on whatever he said he would do (he totally didn’t come to the cafe just to check up on her, nuh-uh).

levi was sure that she had taken notice of him by now, with the weekly visits and ordering the same drink and all. there was no way her memory could be that bad, right? truth be told, if she hadn’t memorized his name by now, levi would be pretty heartbroken. his shoujo manga fantasy of accidentally touching hands which would then cause a chain reaction of him asking her out would never come true then. truly pitiful. then again, what if she rejected him on the spot? i mean, anyone would. he was a social recluse after all, why would anyone want to date him? forget the fact that he was one of the most powerful demons of all time. he was somewhat of an otaku after all.

while he was mumbling rather self-deprecating comments to himself, levi failed to take notice of the fact that his order was almost done. “levi.” that voice never failed to startle him huh. hearing her say his name made levi feel butterflies in his stomach every single time. quickly snapping out of his trance and trying his best to wipe off his blush, levi got up to retrieve his usual order.

“t-thank you,” he muttered, mentally cursing himself for the hesitation as he had practiced this encounter many times beforehand. it didn’t necessarily help that y/n was smiling at him either, showing off those cute little dimples that made him fall for her. gahh, those dimples were pure evil. avoiding her gaze, levi took his cup of coffee in hand, failing to notice yet again a napkin with a message scribbled across it in black ink.

“levi,” she called out once more, which nearly gave levi a heart attack. once was already dangerous enough for him, but now she said his name twice? he was sure that y/n was trying to murder him at this point. meeting her gaze, levi noticed her gesture to the napkin on the lid of the cup which had a phone number scrawled over it with a small message.

“call me,” levi read, the words taking a few seconds to register in his mind. his face quickly shifted from one of confusion to shock, a blush quickly settling on his cheeks as he looked up at y/n who was now finishing up another order. levi was basically frozen in place, looking back and forth between the napkin and her, trying to register the fact that someone had just taken interest in him, something that he didn’t think was possible beforehand.

taking one last look back at y/n and the napkin, levi shoved it in his pocket before speedwalking out the door. y/n, who took notice of his departure, shot him one last smile, which suffice to say, made levi certain of the fact that she was going to be the death of him. curse those dimples.

“ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 ”

#obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #fluff #i wanted to get something out since i havent updated in a while #obey me

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jjba-arni-reblog · 4 years

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Cafe dates and small worries

[The 2nd work for an another winner of the raffle @another-leftover-noodle. This time, it is a nice and fluffy Jotakak work. It is now the longest work of mine. It was my first time writing for Jotakak]

Pairing: Jotaro/Kakyoin

Time: not specified but mostly likely university/school.

Words: 3.6K (jesus)

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It wasn’t frequent that Jotaro Kujo felt nervous. He was usually calm and collected no matter the situation, always analysing everything before acting.

So why was he now aggressively fidgeting with his shirt? Having sweaty palms and a hard time standing in one place, instead pacing a little in his room.

Jotaro will be going on a date.

However, one might think of it as nothing unusual, a lot of girls throughout his school life confessed to Jotaro, even going as far as to follow him desperately. Yet he always denied any advances, sometimes even harshly telling the girls to stop screaming.

But today was different. It wasn’t the usual fans of his that finally got a positive answer. It was his long-time friend Kakyoin Noriaki. The idea of going out with him made Jotaro anxious. Because unlike any other people he knew, he felt strongly about his noodle-haired friend. He couldn’t really say he ‘loved’ Noriaki but all these times Kujo’s heartbeat speed up at the sight of Kakyoin, him talking about games and manga, his laugh and smile. Those moments existed and it would be ignorant to deny them.

Surprisingly, he was the one to ask Kakyoin out, even in his cold and restrained way.

“Kakyoin” Jotaro’s voice cut through the room as the only source of the sound was a game Kak was currently playing. F-mega, to be exact.

“I told you to call me Noriaki” the teenager noted, still focused on his game “What is it?”

“Do you want to go out?” Jotaro wasn’t facing the man, instead also focused on the TV screen before him.

“Now? I mean we went out already before coming to my place” Kakyoin answered, confused a little. Kujo couldn’t help but to say his catchphrase, hoping he didn’t have to spell out what he meant to his friend.

“I mean later”

“It’s kinda late” was the only answer he got, Noriaki’s eyes still on the screen before him

‘This dense fucker, is he joking or what?’ Jotaro felt himself getting annoyed and flustered a little.

“You know what I mean, Kakyoin, stop playing dumb” Jotaro said tiredly, his eyes now on his friend, hoping that Kak would stop pretending.

Kakyoin paused his game, mirroring Jotaro’s actions and looking up to him. The tiniest of smirks was present on his face as he continued “I am afraid I do not understand what you meant. Can you explain it to me?”

“You know what I asked you” Jotaro pushed forward, feeling himself flustered at the idea of having to ‘explain’ to his crush the question. Sitting right next to Kakyoin didn’t make it any better.

“Not really” Noriaki shrugged, still not giving in. There was something about a shy and possibly annoyed Jotaro that made him continue to play dumb.

“Kakyoin”

“I told you to call me Noriaki” the cherry-loving man reminded Kujo.

“Don’t change the topic” Jotaro felt himself getting annoyed at the mischievous nature of his dear friend.

“I am not changing anything; it is you who is getting all hot and bothered by something. Are you okay?” Kakyoin paused his game, turning to look at Jotaro as the latter tried to hide behind his hat.

“I am fine!” Jotaro snapped, looking away further. He could practically hear teasing tones in Noriaki’s voice.

“Why are you so red?” the man leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the flustered and annoyed Kujo.

“I am not! Fucking hell, just answer the question”

“Which one?” Kakyoin gave up on trying to keep it in, instead starting to laugh.

“Okay, fuck this, I am leaving” Jotaro suddenly stood up as Kakyoin continued to laugh. The latter quickly caught his friend by a sleeve. A playful grin was plastered across his face

“Alright, alright, Jotaro, sit down, I won’t joke anymore” Noriaki tried to calm down, now chuckling slightly. His hand moved to squeeze Jotaro’s one, hoping to reassure the annoyed man. Kujo sat down rather harshly, still not meeting Kakoyin’s gaze but also not letting go of his hand.

“Well?”

“I would be happy to go out with you, Jotaro”

Back to Jotaro’s worries. The man stopped, now looking at himself in the mirror what felt like 10th time today. He wanted to make sure he looked appropriate. For once, Jotaro changed his gray shirt into a somewhat nice purple dress shirt, although, he keeps his long black school jacket on. He didn’t need to show Kakyoin that he went out of his way to dress nice. He was Jotaro Kujo after all. But the new touch of purple looked nice on him.

He took a deep breath, patting his back pocket to check if he had put money there. It was the 5th time he checked it within the two minutes, cursing under his breath at his own nervousness. Finally, putting on his hat, tiredly proclaiming ‘fuck it’, Jotaro left his room, moving towards the residence’s exit.

Kujo was slightly praying that he won’t encounter his mom on his way towards, noting to himself that it would be annoying to tell her that he is leaving the room in what felt like forever and the reason behind it is to meet his ‘friend’. His mom would know something his up and Jotaro definitely didn’t feel like telling her the truth. Not today at least. And maybe never.

Luck wasn’t on Jotaro’s side today. He felt steps approach him as he reached the exit, now eyeing his shoes and hoping to escape without the unnecessary chat.

“Jotaro!” Holly’s warm voice resonated in the hallway, making the teenager accept his fate “what a nice sight to see you go out for once” she noted, standing behind her son as the latter hoped she wouldn’t see him dressed up ‘nice’. One glance and numerous questions will be dropped upon him. However, Jotaro didn’t even need to do anything. Before his mother could say anything, Kujo spoke.

“What do you need? I am busy” he half-growled, putting his shoes on lazily. There was no escape from the talk so one might as well start it.

“Where are you going, Jotaro?” Holly asked eagerly, happy tones present in her voice.

“Why does this interest you?” the man answered, still facing away as he finished putting on his shoes, now standing up.

“Well, you are my lovely son after all! And I am interested in your life! Oh?” Holly suddenly inhaled sharply as if concluding “Are you…going to meet someone?”

Oh, she noticed the shirt

“Oh, that is so wonderful! Lemme me see you properly” Holly came closer to him as Jotaro felt himself getting annoyed at her excitement. She quickly stepped in front of him, patting his houlder and looking at the dress shirt “You are dressed nicely for once! I am so happy to see my handsome son going out with-“

“Shut up!” Jotaro spoke out, feeling the annoyance overwhelm him. He wasn’t used to such attention. Not when he is going out. Especially not when he is going out with Kakyoin. “You are annoying” he stated, turning his body away from her. He expected the same cheerful voice to continue talking, however such never came.

For once, Holly was quiet. His mother could only mumble “Ah, alright, I am sorry, Jotaro”, she fumbled with her hands, not knowing what to do. For once, she didn’t push forward. For once, she felt sincerely sad at her son’s words. Jotaro’s eyes widened at that.

Holly was about to turn and walk away from her son, her head unusually low, when Jotaro swiftly caught her arm, making her stop.

“Hey, mom” Jotaro called for her, his voice unusually calm and soft.

Holly silently turned to look at her son, forcing a smile.

“…Do I look okay?” the tiny question could be heard as Jotaro still hid his face away.

Holly suddenly felt a wave of happiness, hearing her son’s nervous voice.

She stepped in front of Jotaro, fixing his jacket a little and making sure he looked his best. The student could only turn his head a little to the side, somewhat embarrassed at her soft smile. Yet somewhere deep inside he was glad that his mom was smiling again.

“Now you look perfect” Holly stepped back, looking at her handsome son. Jotaro mumbled his favorite phrase, turning around to exit the household. His mother eagerly waved, telling him to have fun.

~~~

Now Jotaro was panicking, feeling his hands shake a little, nervously waiting at the spot he and Kakyoin were supposed to meet. Except there was no sign of the latter man. Multiple worrisome thoughts ran through Jotaro’s mind. He was overthinking the situation.

Was he on time?

Did he arrive too early?

Was it even the right day?

The right time?

Maybe Kakyoin didn’t want to see him

Oh god, what if-

“Jotaro!”

Suddenly he heard a familiar voice. Kakyoin was rapidly approaching him, panting a little, indicating that the man must have ran here.

Jotaro quietly let out a sign of relief, glad that his worries and speculations were nothing more than overthinking. He also took notice at the casual look of his friend. Kakyoin’s usual school uniform was unbuttoned, showing a pastal red shirt under it. It was an unusual look yet Jotaro quickly found himself enjoying such sight of Kakyoin.

Kakyoin finally reached Kujo, taking couple of seconds to breathe after such intense run/walk.

“Sorry!” he quickly bowed, worry in his voice “I was caught up with something” Kakyoin looked up at Jotaro, explaining himself.

“It’s alright but” Jotaro spoke up, eyeing the man before him “what would that be, Kakyoin?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Nothing” Kakyoin tried to dismiss the question quickly.

“Bullshit”

“Art project” another try.

“Bullshit again” Jotaro rolled his eyes, now looking directly at Kakyoin, he noted the tired and somewhat red eyes, an indication that the man must have not got enough sleep “Your eyes tell me that someone played F-mega the whole day” Kujo finished his theory.

“Well, aren’t you a detective” Kakyoin chuckled at the deductive skills of his ‘friend’, quickly winking “Are my eyes pretty at least?” he asked, a small smirk appearing on his face.

“Don’t avoid the question” Jotaro sighed at his reply.

Jesus, of course they are Jotaro thought to himself, slightly annoyed at the usual cheeky comments by Kakyoin.

“Oh, right, let’s check out the café” Kakyoin suddenly turned around, hoping to end the conversation about his sleeping schedule.

“Kakyoin”

“Can’t hear you over the sound of my hungriness”

“That’s not how it works”

Before Jotaro could say anything else, Noriaki was quick to take Jotaro’s hand into his own, leading the man towards the café.

“Let’s go”

Jotaro couldn’t help but to try and hide his quickly becoming red cheeks with the hat, mumbling his favorite phrase.

~~~

The two of them sat I the small secluded café. The soft acoustic music was playing while the two of them waited for their orders (they wanted to have a lunch before trying the desserts). Jotaro and Kakyoin sat at the cozy place at the back of the café, seemingly enjoying each other’s company. They sat opposite of each other, placed on the soft sofas, perfect for the long talks.

“How’s your art project going?” Jotaro asked, leaning back on the sofa.

“Somewhat alright, still, I am a bit nervous about it” Kakyoin answered, sighing a little. The man always tried to make sure that everything is perfect.

“Mhm” Jotaro simple mumbled to himself.

“Well, not even a ‘oh baby, I am so sorry you are hurt?’” Kakyoin suddenly teased the man, making a dramatic expression to further make Jotaro roll his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you expect me to say that to you” Kujo noted, hoping to end the conversation before Kakyoin could tease him some more. His pale face can only take so much of Kakyoin’s cheesy nature.

“Well, who knows” Noriaki shrugged, lifting his eyebrows a little to annoying Jojo more.

“I’d rather not”

“Speaking of cute nicknames…” Kakyoin continued with the topic.

“Hmm?” this peaked Jotaro’s interest.

“Why don’t you call me by my first name?” Kakyoin wondered, also leaning back and crossing his arms, yet he had a soft expression on his face.

“I don’t know”

“I started calling you Jotaro right away” Noriaki pushed further.

“Well, Kujo doesn’t really sound nice” Jojo noted, not

“Still, Jotaro, do call me Noriaki” Kakyoin concluded. It was more of a reminder than a request. He didn’t really expect Jotaro to try and call him ‘Noriaki’ but he decided to ask anyway. As long as Jotaro even called him, it was enough.

“I will try”

“Does that mean ‘I will probably disregard your request and try to avoid this conversation in the future?’” Kakyoin raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of playfulness.

“Yeah” Jotaro chuckled, making Kakyoin’s eyes widen a little. Kakyoin found himself liking the sound.

~~~

After the two of them were finished with the main dish, thy decided to order desserts. Jotaro was quick to look over the list, deciding that he wasn’t particularly interested in sweets today.

“What do you want to order?” Kakyoin asked, still looking at the menu.

“Tea probably” Jotaro answered, leaning back on the small soft couch, his eyes now on Kakyoin.

“Boring, try something new” the latter man rolled his eyes at the reply, so much of trying sweets. But at the same time, he expected such answer from Kujo.

“Well, what about you?” Jotaro challenged Noriaki.

“Cherry desert” he answered, closing the menu and also sitting up to now look at Jotaro.

“Predictable, try something new” Kujo smirked a little, seeing somewhat annoyed and cheeky look on Kakyoin’s face. The latter returned the gesture, chuckling a little.

“You got me there” Noriaki smiled, relaxing as they waited for the waiter to approach. Jotaro was trying hard to keep himself under control as the man felt his heart speed up at the sight of chuckling Noriaki. There was something pleasant and happy about him, that Jotaro couldn’t explain.

~~~

After the dessert for Kakoyin and a cup of tea for Jotaro were placed before them, Kujo took notice of the single cherry placed on the piece of cake. He knew exactly where this was going and he was not ready.

“Do you mind?” Kakyoin asked, pointing at the cherry as he was about to take it from the piece of cake.

“It’s not like it will stop you”

“Absolutely” Kakyoin laughed, quickly taking the cherry into his mouth and doing his usual ‘trick’. Jotaro was half-disgusted , half-amused.

“That’s disgusting, Kakyoin” Jotaro noted, sighing a little at the multiple ‘rero’ noises coming from Noriaki.

“But cool nonetheless” Kakyoin answered back, finally eating the cherry but not without taking a good look at Jotaro

“Maybe I can teach you how to tie cherry knot?” the cherry-lover winked.

“Good grief”

~~~

While the evening proceeded slowly and mostly without any problems, Jotaro found himself getting worried. His insecurities caught up to him yet again, making the man worry over the date.

Is he doing it the right way?

Does he need to be open more?

Maybe Kakyoin is getting bored

“Hey” suddenly, a voice called for him, making Jotaro swiftly look up to the person. Kakyoin was smiling lightly, worry present in his eyes. Noriaki reached for his hand, drawing soft patterns on the back f Jotaro’s palm and squeezing a little to help Kujo to calm down.

“It is okay, I am nervous as well, Jotaro” Kakyoin spoke out, smile still on his face. Jotaro noted once again the precise timing. Kakoyin must have felt how anxious he has become, now hoping to ease Jotaro’s worries. Kujo didn’t know how, but Noriaki always succeeded in doing so.

“You don’t look like it” Jotaro felt himself at ease, now fully meeting Kakyoin’s gaze. He allowed himself to smile back at man before him.

“Well, maybe I do not show it but I am” Kakyoin shrugged, answering Jotaro and then adding “and I am also happy to be here with you” he squeezed Jotaro’s hand a little. The latter was quick to use his free hand to lower his hat, muttering a small ‘thank you’. This made Kakyoin chuckle as he retrieved his hand back.

Jotaro noted to himself that he missed the warm feeling right away yet couldn’t find the strength to take Noriaki’s hand again.

~~~

The two of them sat in the café for almost the entire evening, noting the time after many hours. Two men exited the café, now walking towards Jotaro’s home. Noriaki insisted on walking Jotaro back home and it was shorter that way anyways.

While Kakyoin was fully into telling the most random facts to Kujo, the latter man was once again analysing his actions. This time, he really wanted to take Kakyoin’s hand. The thought of it kept bugging him since the incident in the café.

“Jotaro….Jotaro!”

“Uh?” Kujo finally realized that someone has been calling him for the past 20 seconds. He now turned his attention to Kakyoin as the latter was quite surprised by an uncharacteristic action.

“Did you hear what I asked?” Noriaki sighed, pretty much expecting to retell whatever he was asking Jotaro.

“Not really” Jotaro shrugged. No need to lie here.

“Figures” Kakyoin answered, then continuing “I asked if you want to visit an art museum next week? I know you are probably not interested by there is going to be a good installation and I want to find inspiration. But it’s okay if-“ he felt himself being cut off by the strong voice.

“I want to” Jotaro simply said.

“Oh? That was unexpected” Noriaki sounded surprised at the fast answered, now looking at Jotaro as the latter instead looked forward, definitely not ready to face the man.

“Can’t I enjoy art for once?” Kujo let out a small annoyed growl, challenging Kakyoin.

“Well, you can but you might get bored” Noriaki shrugged. He didn’t know for certain if Jojo was interested in art.

“Not with you” Kujo mumbled, hoping that it won’t reach Kakyoin’s ears. Of course it did.

“Oh? Is that a cheesy line I heard? From the Jotaro Kujo?” Noriaki smiled widely, hearing the small response. He was quickly to catch the side of the small blush covering Jotaro’s cheeks, no matter how hard the man tried to seem disinterested.

“It was probably a wind”

“It is not windy at all”

“Alright, alright” Jotaro gave up, sighing. He gathered his courage, finally taking Kakyoin’s hand into his own yet not meeting Noriaki’s eyes “I just… like spending time with you, no matter where really. As long as you are there…” Kujo half-mumbled, not knowing how to clearly express himself in this situation.

But to Kakyoin, it didn’t matter. The man smiled, squeezing Jotaro’s hand, now moving slightly closer to Kujo so that their shoulders would touch as they walked.

“Jotaro, I feel the same” Noriaki’s smile widened, making Jotaro’s heartbeat sped up at the lovely sight in front of him. He quickly hid behind his hat, returning the light squeeze

~~~

After some time, the approached the house. The two of them stood a little away from the house, hoping to say goodbyes without anyone interrupting.

“Thank you for today” Kakyoin turned to Jotaro, a soft smile present on his face. This almost made Jotaro feel weak in his knees on how gentle and beautiful Kakyoin looked.

“Well, we planned this” he instead answered, hoping not to sound too sappy.

“Still, it was nice”

No answer

“Jotaro?”

He could only nod, finding it hard to talk as his heartbeat was pretty much overshadowing his thoughts and logic.

“Lean down a little, will you?” Kakyoin asked teasingly.

“What for?” for once, Kujo didn’t know what to do or say. His heart was beating way too fast for his liking and he felt his face heating up rather quickly.

He heard Kakyoin let out a small groan. Noriaki took the chain of Kujo’s jacket, bringing the man closer and planting quick soft kiss on Jotaro’s lips.

“Sometimes I wonder how many braincells do you have, Kujo” he chuckled, trying to catch Jotaro’s gaze.

“Whatever” Jotaro turned away, hoping to avoid looking at Kakyoin. This instead made the latter worry.

“Did you not like it, Jojo?” Noriaki suddenly spoke up, worry evident in his voice. Did he misread the atmosphere? Maybe Jotaro didn’t want that? Maybe it wasn’t good?

“I am sorry if I went out of line, I-“

“I did, stop panicking, Noriaki” Jotaro cut him off quickly, placing his hand on Kakyoin’s shoulder in hopes of calming him down.

He liked it way too much

“OH? OH!” Kakyoin’s face suddenly lit up in happiness. Kujo then realized what did he do, feeling his cheeks warm up even more.

“You didn’t hear anything” he tried to say something.

“Oh I did~” Noriaki teased him further, now leaning forward to try and catch Kujo’s eyes.

“Shut up, go home already” Jojo tried to brush him off unsuccessfully.

“I will remember this moment forever~”

Jotaro seemingly finding the last amount of strength, placed his hand on Noriaki’s soft cheek, leaning down again, swiftly shutting up the cherry lower with a quick kiss so that his poor red face won’t suffer any more of Kakyoin’s teasing. It seemed to have worked as Kakyoin was now softly smiling and simply looking at Jotaro without a word.

“Alright” Noriaki half-whispered, hugging the man closer. Kujo eagerly returned the hug, realizing that both of their hearts are beating rapidly. He wasn’t the only one being this nervous. And he wasn’t the only one being excited. After couple of minutes, the two of them broke the hug as Kakyoin now has turned towards his direction and started to walk.

“I will see you later” Noriaki waved a little, a small smile still present on his face.

“Yeah” Kujo mumbled to himself returning the gesture.

Yeah

Next week

He couldn’t wait

#jotakak #Jjba scenarios #jojo scenarios #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo headcanons #jjba headcanons #jotaro x kakyoin

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chibimyumi · 4 years

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Kuro 161 Summary & Thoughts

その執事、執拗：狩るか、飼うか? That Butler, Tenacious: To hunt or to keep?

In the previous chapter (160) we see what Rin had been trained for at last; big target assassinations. She failed at her mission and made Sebastian spill the tea. But now chapter 161 will spill... even more tea.

“Failure of a mission means death, there is no time to think, I gotta run,” Rin reasons and runs for her miserable life. It is but a simple phrase, but it adequately sums up the ways of the underground society she belongs to.

Back in the Phantomhive manor O!Ciel is understandably distraught. Sebastian however seems too amused to be bothered by such an assault on his master even though he only narrowly managed to prevent it seconds ago. I do not blame Sebastian for his peculiar priorities however.

As he claims, he cannot sense the presence of humans within the possible range of shooting, nor were his demon ears able to hear the sound of the trigger being pulled. So who or what could possibly have been able to handle a rifle and aim for his master’s little head with such astonishing accuracy and skill? Quite impressive indeed. As discussed previously in S&S Kuro 158, Rin did indeed turn out to impress Sebastian enough to spare her life.

However amused, the butler’s duty never ends. Hastily Sebastian washes and dresses his master with such astonishing speed, I bet even the dirt on the boy’s body had not noticed they were made to leave.

Without further ado Sebastian excuses himself, and the hunt is on!

Within all normal common sense, Rin believes to have secured enough distance between herself and the Phantomhive manor to be in safety. Despite her logical judgement however, she cannot help but be overcome by paranoia and check her surroundings. This shows just how much knowledge and fear Rin has gotten in her during her profession as assassin.

Then, almost like in a Looney Toons series, a figure bolting from afar leaving a train of dust and smoke behind itself approaches. The figure’s steps leave a loud train of ‘doh doh doh doh...” sounds like an overly aggressive rain dance performed by a seagullzilla. Surely the unsuspecting worms underneath the ground would at least pop out their heads to check what kind of weather would be responsible for this monstrous rainfall.

Seagullzilla’s face is now in sight, and Rin identifies it to be the butler of the household. She is shocked, but allowing the shock to sink in is a luxury that she does not have on her hands, so she decides to finish her pursuer and takes aim.

With great ease and a smile on his face, Sebastian dodges all the bullets headed for him. We know that the demon is very confident about his speed, and now even more so that he estimated to have enough time to first wash and dress his master, seat him at a table, and still be able to catch the assassin. This is yet another reminder of how terrifying our Trash Demon™ is, and that if anyone were to try escape him, they would merely have a snowflake’s chance in Hell.

Only a second ago, Sebastian was still so far away from Rin that she could take immaculate aim for the target’s vitals. Rin probably only had the time to blink, and suddenly the butler has already appeared right in front of her with apparent murderous intent.

Murderous intent indeed, but it was not her life the butler was after, but the man named Pigeon behind her who was about to silence Rin for her failure.

Again Rin does not get the time to ponder about the meaning of all that had happened, and she is already engulfed by Sebastian’s black miasma. “At last we meet.”

“Young master, pardon my insolence, but I have caught you an owl.” Sebastian has brought his prey in really not unlike a tied animal. Rin is pinned against the floor with only her hands tied back. Presumably, even Rin knew why her captor did not bother tying her feet, as any attempt to flee would prove to be moot.

“Haku of the Qing Syndicate keeps an incredibly skilled sniper named ‘Owl’ who is after my life...... it appears that this intel was correct,” the young Earl says. This catches Rin’s immediate attention and she makes the educated guess that there must be a traitor within the Syndicate. “K-kill me! Torturing me will only make your floor dirty!” Rin quickly pleads.

“Torture? Oh I will do no such inefficient thing,” Sebastian scoffs with a ridiculing smile. As it appears, the demon disagrees and looks down on torture. As discussed in this post and this post, Sebastian is indeed not unnecessarily ‘actively’ cruel; he simply does not care about the well-being of anyone he is not interested in. Or in the least, Sebastian is not cruel in a physical way (when it comes to psychological torment though, his cruelty is without peers, of course).

It is very interesting to see how the image of demons most people have is that they would resort to cruel behaviours like impaling or skinning people alive. To Sebastian who 1. is only interested in the soul of a human rather than their flesh, and 2. does not have a physical body of his own but is simply an embodiment of his mind, naturally psychological torture is so much more meaningful.

Though not entirely related to the current chapter, this bit does give a nice little insight of Sebastian’s personality. Thought for later!

Returning to the main case; clearly somebody with accurate information had informed O!Ciel of ‘Owl’s’ existence and the Qing Syndicate’s agenda. Who is this ‘traitor’? The first person to pop up in my mind was Lau, but is this instinct correct? Not very likely, but not impossible. It also entirely depends on whether Lau already knew O!Ciel or not.

Previously in chapter 159, Sebastian delivered a letter from his master’s “dearest”. Was this letter just another one of Queen Victoria’s to send her Watchdog on a mission? Or was this the letter sent by “the traitor”? Judging from the way the letter is wax-sealed, it seems more likely the sender is a person of acknowledged social standing, so the probability of a mafia member to have sent this is somewhat lower. Still, this does not rule the possibility out entirely.

Again, this is material for future speculation and revelation.

After Sebastian makes clear that he will not do anything like torture, he instead proposes something rather outlandish. His proposal is something readers like you and I have known for at least 14 years (waow...this manga is 14 years old now...), but to O!Ciel and Rin, it is something beyond their wildest expectations. “Instead, won’t you come work for the Phantomhive family?”

“What do you mean, Sebastian!?” The boy protests. “I meant my words in a literal sense,” the butler replies. “To speak entirely honestly, we have a severe staff shortage in this household. We just had to be employed be a bizarre master who just seems hell-bent on not employing new servants. If what occurred today were to happen again, Finny would simply not be equipped to handle the situation. Owl’s eyes seem to be especially efficient for far distances, they could prove to be effective in keeping watch in security.”

The young master does not seem to be convinced, and understandably so because the candidate the butler has his eyes on had indeed just made an attempt to murder him.

Sebastian assures his master that there is no need for worry as the assassination attempt has failed. He explains that failure in the underground society is not ever met with toleration. Once someone fails, they shall only be chased to the end of the world and live a life of a fugitive. Rather than being a fugitive for the foreseeable future, Sebastian proposes to Owl that starting a new life as a servant to the household would be a win-win situation for the both of them.

“Besides, Young Master, did you not say you wanted one maid in appearance alone before?”

“A maid?” the young Earl repeats in puzzlement. “Indeed. “Owl” is... from a human biological point of view, a woman.”

For many years Rin has lived as a man to protect herself from danger. The 19th century was especially unfair to person viewed as women, indeed. Though the butler exposed her secrets in an unacceptable manner, could it be that this also liberated her from having to live hiding true self from the world?

Regardless, I bet that in the next chapter, we shall find out whether Rin views this ‘exposure’ only as sexual harassment and undue exposure, or whether there is also a sense of relief mixed within.

#Kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #Summary and thoughts #Kuro 161 #Kuroshitsuji Spoilers #Spoilers #Manga chapter #Kuroshitsuji 161 #Chapter 161 #ch 161 #Meyrin #Sebastian Michaelis #Ciel Phantomhive #O!Ciel #Flashback #Owl

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somegirlsnerdywords2 · 4 years

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Anime i’ve Watched

That begin with a F (Part 1)!

Yep this is how i’m going to bring over all the anime and manga i’ve watched and posted about on the old blog. It’s not so detailed but it will have to do. Anything new I watch or read from this point on will have their own posts.

Fire Force (Enen no Shouboutai):

Genres: action, supernatural, shounen

Synopsis: Spontaneous Human Combustion: a chaotic phenomenon that has plagued humanity for years, randomly transforming ordinary people into flaming, violent creatures known as Infernals. While Infernals make up the first-generation accounts of Human Combustion, the second and third generations became known as pyrokinetics—people gifted with the ability to manipulate and control their flames while remaining human. To combat the Infernal threat and discover the cause, the Tokyo Armed Forces, Fire Defense Agency, and Holy Church of Sol produced their answer: the Special Fire Force. Young and eager third-generation pyrokinetic Shinra Kusakabe, nicknamed Devil's Footprints for his explosive ability to ignite his feet at will, becomes a member of the lively Special Fire Force Company 8. Upholding the brigade's duty to extinguish the blazing Infernals and lay their souls to rest, Shinra is determined to become a hero who will save the lives of those threatened by the flame terror. However, this is not the hero's game Shinra imagined. The Fire Force is a fractured mess of feuding brigades, abnormal Infernal sightings are increasing all over Tokyo, and a shadowy group is claiming to have answers to the strange fire that caused the death of Shinra's family 12 years ago. Faced with many obstacles within and outside the Fire Force, Shinra fights to uncover the truth behind the burning mysteries that have kept him in the dark. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 7/10

Finished airing in 2019 with 24 episodes.

My Thoughts: Awesome art and animation with some killer themes but ultimatly dissapointing. Had a few moments of deep feeling but mostly fell flat. To be fair I will probably still watch the second season though so really it wasn’t all that bad! It was fun... so there’s that!

Free!:

Genres: slice of life, comedy, sports, drama, school

Synopsis: Haruka Nanase has a love for water and a passion for swimming. In elementary school, he competed in and won a relay race with his three friends Rin Matsuoka, Nagisa Hazuki, and Makoto Tachibana. After claiming victory at the tournament, the four friends went their separate ways. Years later, they reunite as high school students; however, Rin couldn't care less about returning to the way things used to be. Not only does he attend a different school, but the sole thing important to him is proving that he is a better swimmer than Haruka. After the bitter reunion, Haruka, Nagisa, and Makoto decide to form the Iwatobi High School Swim Club, but they will need a fourth member if they hope to take part in the upcoming tournament. Enter Rei Ryuugazaki, a former member of the track team whom Nagisa recruits. As the time to compete draws near, the four develop a close bond while training intensely to come out on top and settle things between Haruka and Rin once and for all. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 6/10

Finished airing in 2013 with 12 episodes.

My Thoughts: THE swimming anime featuring pretty boys that swim.... That’s it, that’s all I can remember about this anime. Not a glowing review to be sure and the rating isn’t promising either. Take this all as you will.

Free!: Eternal Summer:

Genres: slice of life, comedy, sports, drama, school

Synopsis: Even though it has been a year since the Iwatobi High School Swim Club has been created, new members have yet to join the club. Now that Haruka Nanase and Makoto Tachibana are senior students, along with their younger friends Nagisa Hazuki and Rei Ryuugazaki, they have to find a way to attract new members. If not, the club will be forced to close the following year due to a lack of membership. Meanwhile, with impending graduation, it is also time for the seniors to decide their plans for the future. Unlike their friend Rin Matsuoka, the new captain of Samezuka Academy Swim Club who is determined to fulfill his dream of being a professional swimmer, Haruka and Makoto are unsure about what career path they want to take. Further problems arise when an old friend of Rin's, Sousuke Yamazaki, comes to the city to study at Samezuka Academy; the recently scouted swimmer's arrival causes tension in the relationship among him, Rin, and Haruka. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 7/10

Finished airing in 2014 with a total of 13 episodes.

My Thoughts: Despite the rather pitiful rating of the previous season they managed to pull me in for the second. How you ask.... well really your guess is as good as mine at this point. Apparently I liked it slightly more than the first season so I mean that’s great!

Fruits Basket:

Genres: slice of life, comedy, supernatural, drama, romance, shoujo

Synopsis: After the accident in which she lost her mother, 16-year-old Tooru moves in with her grandfather, but due to his home being renovated, is unable to continue living with him. Claiming she will find someone to stay with but also fearing the criticism of her family and not wanting to burden any of her friends, Tooru resorts to secretly living on her own in a tent in the woods. One night on her way back from work, she finds her tent buried underneath a landslide. Yuki Souma, the "prince" of her school, and his cousin Shigure Souma, a famous author, stumble across Tooru's situation and invite her to stay with them until her grandfather’s home renovations are complete. Upon arriving at the Souma house, Tooru discovers their secret: if a Souma is hugged by someone of the opposite gender, they temporarily transform into one of the animals of the zodiac! However, this strange phenomenon is no laughing matter; rather, it is a terrible curse that holds a dark history. As she continues her journey, meeting more members of the zodiac family, will Tooru's kindhearted yet resilient nature be enough to prepare her for what lies behind the Souma household's doors? [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 9/10

Finished airing in 2001 with a total of 26 episodes.

My Thoughts: The art style makes me want to cry just looking at the cover. Great series though with amazing characters and a great story.

Fruits Basket 1st Season:

Genres: comedy, drama, romance, shoujo, slice of life, supernatural

Synopsis: Tooru Honda has always been fascinated by the story of the Chinese Zodiac that her beloved mother told her as a child. However, a sudden family tragedy changes her life, and subsequent circumstances leave her all alone. Tooru is now forced to live in a tent, but little does she know that her temporary home resides on the private property of the esteemed Souma family. Stumbling upon their home one day, she encounters Shigure, an older Souma cousin, and Yuki, the "prince" of her school. Tooru explains that she lives nearby, but the Soumas eventually discover her well-kept secret of being homeless when they see her walking back to her tent one night. Things start to look up for Tooru as they kindly offer to take her in after hearing about her situation. But soon after, she is caught up in a fight between Yuki and his hot-tempered cousin, Kyou. While trying to stop them, she learns that the Souma family has a well-kept secret of their own: whenever they are hugged by a member of the opposite sex, they transform into the animals of the Chinese Zodiac. With this new revelation, Tooru will find that living with the Soumas is an unexpected adventure filled with laughter and romance. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 10/10

Finished airing in 2019 with a total of 25 episodes.

My Thoughts: My eyes have been cleansed. The artwork is quite clearly a step up from the original... the entire series is actually. The character and story are just as amazing but this time wrapped in a more lovely picture. Tons of feeling and life lessons to be learned. An instant classic and a must watch in my opinion!

#fire force #enen no shouboutai #anime #free!#free! eternal summer #fruits basket #fruits basket 1st season

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jayeray-hq · 3 years

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He’s My Best Friend: Aone Takanobu

Post Time Skip/Manga Ending Spoilers!

Warnings: fluff and very, very slight implied NSFW and innuendo

Choose your own ending platonic or romantic!

He’s My Best Friend Masterlist - Character Masterlist

Thank you as ever to the wonderful and talented Tay @deathcab4daddy, thank you for beta reading for me! I don’t know what I’d do without you!

The Past: How You Met

You’d met Aone Takanobu the day you’d started school for the very first time. It had been an exciting day for you, one you’d been looking forward to for a long time. You distinctly remembered putting on your fancy new uniform, admiring your reflection in the mirror. You’d almost missed out on breakfast because you ignored the calls for you to join in, you’d been so caught up in how grown up you looked and fantasizing about how amazing school was going to be.

When the time had come for you to be dropped off, you’d pranced happily out of the car without fear, and entered your classroom with your head held high. The teacher had greeted you warmly and helped you find your desk, and you’d immediately set about trying to befriend the people next to you eagerly chatting away.

The desk mate on your right, whose name you’d long forgotten, had been all too happy to speak with you at the time, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the boy to your left to talk. He’d look at you, and he seemed to be listening to what you said to him, but no matter what questions you asked, no matter what you said or did, he didn’t respond to you, not even when you asked his name.

In the end, your short attention span meant you’d given up on talking to the quiet white-haired boy, and instead interacted with the others around you. It had been an incredibly enjoyable morning, and it only got better when you were invited outside for recess after lunch. You and some of the girls you’d befriended over the course of the morning had all plopped down together so you could show them how to make flower crowns. It was a skill you were rather proud of at the time, one that your next-door neighbor, who you’d thought was the coolest girl ever- a middle schooler, and clearly knowledgeable about all the best things, had taught you.

It had all been going extremely well, right up until you’d heard a ruckus on the other side of the playground. You’d looked up from the crown you were making to see a bunch of boys all gathered around the white-haired boy who’d refused to speak to you. Looking at them all grouped together you’d realized rather abruptly that he was really big, standing at least a head taller than the tallest of the other boys and rather broad too.

Curious you’d tuned into what the other boys were saying to him. You’d gotten the shock of your young life when you realized they were making fun of a boy who looked like he could easily take them all on if he wanted to. Bloodthirsty little thing that you were, you’d watched on eagerly, sure that the boys were about to get beat down, as they called the white-haired boy all sorts of mean names, insinuating he was stupid and slow.

However, you’d gotten another shock when you realized he wasn’t doing anything. Instead, he just stood there, taking their words, head down and unmoving, not bothering to protest or stand up for himself. It had confused you quite a bit, as you couldn’t fathom why he didn’t try to make them stop one way or another.

The taunts had increased in fervor a couple seconds later, calling the white-haired boy a cry baby of all things. Concerned and nosy, you’d gotten to your feet and edged closer to the group of boys trying to get a better look. Up close you could see the boy really was crying, though he still wasn’t making any noise, fat tears were running down his pale cheeks. It was a sight pitiful enough to tug your heartstrings, so you’d decided in all your five-year-old glory, that you couldn’t allow it to continue.

Like the warrior of truth and justice that you’d thought you were at that age, you’d launched yourself at the group of boys, small fists swinging, doling out sharp kicks to the shins and telling them off for being mean. You’d taken them all by surprise, and between that and the fact that you threatened them very fervently with cooties if they didn’t leave you and the white-haired boy alone, they scattered.

You’d then rounded on the boy, who flinched but still didn’t move, staring at you with wide brown eyes. He’d looked so scared at that moment, clearly afraid that you were about to be just as bad or worse than the boys you’d scared off. Instead, you’d grabbed one of his hands and dragged the confused stumbling boy after you, back to the nice patch of grass where you’d been making flower crowns.

You’d pulled him down onto the grass next to you, and started back on your work again. As your fingers moved to piece the crown together, you’d lectured him firmly about letting those other boys push him around, and then showed him how to make a proper flower crown. You’d then plopped the one you’d just finished on to his head, and admired your work, extremely pleased with yourself.

Aone had gazed at you for several long minutes, clearly bewildered, but then had finally spoken to you in a slow, stuttering voice, introducing himself as Aone Takanobu. It turned out the reason he didn’t speak very much was because he had a bit of a speech impediment that made him stutter. It was the reason the boys had been making fun of him earlier, which you thought was just silly.

You’d told him firmly that it didn’t bother you at all, because you’d given him a flower crown, which meant the two of you were friends for life now. Aone had stared, wide-eyed and clearly astonished, a faint blush on his pale cheeks, but had apparently accepted your declaration at face value. By the end of that recess, you’d had a flower crown of your own in your hair, messy and clumsy but made with care, and the two of you had been best friends ever since.

The Present: Your High School Days

Frustrated beyond belief, you slowly beat your head against the table, hoping that you could somehow beat the information into your brain since nothing else seemed to be working. Fortunately, before you could give yourself a concussion on the table, a large warm palm slipped beneath your head.

You turned your face, keeping your cheek pressed to the hand underneath your head, and looked up at your best friend who was peering at you with clear concern on his face. Seeing his apprehension, you heaved a long sigh and lifted your face up, not wanting to make him worry. Though most didn’t realize, because they judged him solely by his appearance, Aone was an enormous worrywart and would fret himself into anxiety, especially when it came to his friends.

Despite growing taller, broader, and more muscular, Aone was the same sweet teddy bear of a guy, with a heart made entirely of marshmallow fluff, as he had been when you’d met way back when you were five. The only difference was that these days he was no longer picked on, both because he was too intimidating for most to try, and because you and his other best friend had done your best to encourage him to stand up for himself.

Futakuchi had been an interesting addition to your group. He’d apparently taken one look at Aone, and much like the other people you met, assumed just because he was big he would have the attitude to match. However, unlike other people, he’d simply thought it was cool and had wanted to befriend him because he thought they’d enjoy the same things.

He’d been just as stubborn and persistent as you had back when you’d first befriended Aone, coming around all the time and acting like an enormous pest. He’d followed Aone around everywhere, and as his one and only best friend at the time, it had seriously irritated you. It angered you to the point where you and Futakuchi got into petty squabbles almost every day. He thought Aone should stop hanging out with you because you were a girl and obviously lame, while you thought Aone should stop hanging out with him because he was a jerk.

Things probably would’ve continued like that, except one day both of you had been caught up in squabbling, and suddenly Aone had once again been approached by others looking to bully him. Unfortunately for them, both you and Futakuchi were entirely wound up from fighting with one another, but when presented with other, easier prey had rounded on them. The two of you working together had been enough to bring them to tears, the group of boys running away with their tails between their legs.

After both you and Futakuchi had gained a grudging respect for one another. Futakuchi had realized that you could be just as vicious as he was in defense of Aone, and you realized that he was willing to stand up for your friend who you were incredibly protective of.

Things had been easier after that, though the smart-mouthed brunette was still closer to Aone than he was to you, you still got along fairly well. It helped that after Futakuchi had dragged him into volleyball, a place where Aone’s height and size were something to be praised rather than something to make fun of, Aone had gotten much more confident. These days, if your bickering with Futakuchi got out of hand, Aone was right there in the middle of the two of you, pushing you apart, and giving you both scolding looks.

A gentle hand resting on your head pulled you from your thoughts and you refocused on your friend, who was looking even more worried than he’d been before. His brow was furrowed with concern, his face close enough to yours that you could actually see the pale hairs of his eyebrows that tended to look nonexistent from a distance because of how light they were.

“I’m alright,” you assured him, pulled back to the present by the gentle weight of hi hand as he set it atop your head, clearly trying to regain your attention, quickly explaining, “Just struggling with math as usual.”

“Do you need help?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in his chest, the words coming out confidently.

Aone had managed, with the help of some speech therapy and budding confidence, to get his stutter mostly under control. It rarely ever appeared these days, and never in your presence. He still had to think over what he wanted to say before he said it, which made him a little slow to respond sometimes. However, as long as you waited patiently, he would never leave you hanging, even if he still didn’t talk much around others for fear the stutter would come back.

“If you don’t mind?” you asked him, giving him the most pitiful look you could muster, earning an amused huff from your friend who knew exactly what you were doing.

“Show me,” he agreed, taking a seat beside you.

You did as asked, sliding your work toward him and watching him work through it patiently. You probably should’ve continued to focus on work, but you’d had something on your mind for a while now.

“Hey, Aone?” you asked, hesitantly.

The tone of your voice must’ve tipped him off that you had something serious on your mind, because he instantly looked up, all his attention on you. He waited patiently for you to put together the words, not rushing you, simply waiting to hear whatever you had to say.

“Are you alright?” you managed finally, peering at him worriedly, “I mean, with the third years leaving and Futakuchi being named captain.”

The words ‘instead of you’ hung between the two of you, unsaid but clearly heard. Honestly, you’d been more than a little shocked that Futakuchi had been named captain, with his oftentimes caustic personality you weren’t sure he had the disposition for it. In your own personal, and likely highly biased opinion, Aone would’ve been much better. He had the patience for it, along with the admiration of his kouhai, and was the best player on their team. It just didn’t make sense to you that he’d been passed over in favor of Futakuchi.

“I will miss the third years,” Aone told you, after a moment of contemplation, “But their decisions are their own. We will simply have to do our best to make them proud, though they are still coming to practice fairly regularly.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that flitted across your face at that. You’d known despite their decision to leave that the third years were going to have a bit of a hard time letting go. You’d gotten to know them fairly well, having come to as many games and practices as you could manage in support of your friend, who’d done the same for you.

You’d honestly really liked Moniwa, and had hoped the captain would stick around a bit longer. He’d been really good both to and for Aone. He was also an incredibly sweet guy, and you’d admired that he was able to deal with both Futakuchi and Kamasaki who was like an older and only slightly mature version of him.

“Futakuchi will be a good captain,” Aone expressed, quiet but resolute, without any form of regret in his gaze, as he answered your other question, “I trust him to make the right decisions for the team, and will do my best to support him as vice-captain. We’re going to go to nationals next year.”

That was honestly just like him. Aone was probably one of the most supportive people you’d ever met and a fantastic friend. He wasn’t upset at all and had instead chosen to instead be happy for Futakuchi and focus on what he felt was most important.

“I’ll be right there, cheering you on,” you told him with a smile, because if he was happy, you were happy.

He smiled at you, small but sincere as he gently rested his hand on top of your head in thanks, before indicating that you should get back to work. You sighed, but went along with it, glad that he was so willing to help you. You didn’t know what you would’ve done without him.

The Future: Platonic

“What are you doing?” the deep voice of your best friend asked, his words startling you enough that the nails you’d been holding in your mouth dropped to the floor with a clatter. You turned to look at Aone, who was standing in the doorway, a distinctly unimpressed look on his face.

“Fixing it?” you replied, the words coming out more like a question than the statement you’d intended.

The look he gave you for that was one more judgmental than you’d ever thought your sweet, teddy bear of a friend would ever be able to manage. It made you both simultaneously proud, and a little irked knowing the credit for that lay almost entirely at the feet of you and Futakuchi. You’d never thought it would be turned on you in quite this manner though.

Aone strode forward and began to thoroughly inspect your work. His hands handled the bookcase parts with care as he gently turned them over seemingly without effort despite the fact that you’d struggled to lift them on your own. The stupid thing had broken after one too many books had been stacked on it, which you’d found rather infuriating. Still, you hadn’t wanted to get rid of it, and so had been trying to fix it yourself. Judging from the look on his face, you hadn’t been doing nearly as well at it as you’d hoped.

“Well, Mr. Construction worker? What’s the verdict?” you asked curiously, “Is it salvageable?”

“Maybe,” he told you, completely noncommittal as he held out his hands for the hammer you’d been using. Reluctantly you passed it over to him, knowing full well it would be much safer in his hands than in yours.

Gently he caught one of your hands with his before you had the chance to pull them back, as quick as ever despite only playing volleyball recreationally these days. He tutted audibly over the state of them, clear disapproval and accusation in his gaze that had you wilting in shame.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked as he gently tugged you to your feet, pulling you toward the bathroom where your first aid supplies were kept.

“I didn’t want to bug you, you’re a busy man these days, and I totally had it under control,” you told him, even as you hopped up on to the bathroom counter, well used to Aone behaving like a mother hen by now, holding out your hands when he asked for them.

“Next time, call,” he scolded firmly, the words making you smile despite the fact that he was telling you off. He’d come a long way from the shy little boy you’d met at recess all those years ago. Back then he never would’ve dared to scold you, now he did so without a second thought.

Being vice-captain of the volleyball team had been good for him, and he’d really come into his own, helping Futakuchi lead them to nationals during interhigh that last year and retiring shortly after. You’d actually been a little surprised he retired, especially since you’d fully believed he had the talent to go pro, a belief backed by several offers from different places for a sports scholarship. However, Aone had confided that while he loved volleyball, life in the spotlight simply wasn’t for him. All he wanted was something peaceful where he didn’t have to talk too much and could work with his hands.

He’d certainly found that in construction, and was slowly but surely working his way up the ladder. The maturity and assuredness he’d found through volleyball had really helped him become independent and strong, so much so that at times you wondered if he really needed you anymore.

However, the moment intrusive thoughts like that flitted across your mind Aone was suddenly there, with his quiet but insistent presence, assuring you he would never, ever leave you alone. The two of you were best friends for life, and you knew it, though it was nice to see just how far the two of you had come together.

At times you found it almost ironic, the one who’d needed looking after, and become the one who did all the looking after, your dynamic flipped. Not that you minded. You found it sweet how he fussed over you still despite both of you having other people in your life nowadays. Speaking of which…

“How did you know I was trying to fix something on my own again anyways?” you asked, more than a bit suspicious.

The look he gave you in turn spoke volumes. You were going to kill Futakuchi, that little jerk, he was such a tattletale. It was no matter though, you’d just have to remind him once again, that Aone loved you most.

The clear exasperation in your friend’s eyes told you he knew exactly what you were thinking, and you couldn’t help the joyful laugh that escaped your lips. Honestly, dragging Aone away to make flower crowns that day was probably the best decision you’d made in your whole life.

The Future: Romantic

You would’ve thought that of the two of you, it would be you who would initiate a romantic relationship with Aone, that you would jump into it just as fearlessly as you had jumped into being his friend. However, despite the feelings that had slowly but surely grown over the years, you hadn’t been able to take that last step. Something always held you back.

A part of you desperately wanted it, so badly you could almost taste it. You knew the two of you could be good together, your years of friendship over two decades now, had certainly proved it. However, you were afraid. Back then, Aone had accepted your friendship in part because he simply hadn’t been able to say no. He’d been too shy and unsure to do so even if you both thought that it had worked out for the best in the end.

He’d grown a lot since those early days, and you liked to think he was much more assertive about getting what he truly wanted these days. However, you’d noticed very early on that Aone never, ever, said no to you. It didn’t matter how much it might inconvenience him or how much he might dislike doing whatever it was you requested. He would quite literally bend over backward for you.

It meant you’d had to be very, very careful about how you framed your requests, doing your best to be extra considerate of him and his feelings. It also meant that you were now too afraid to confess, afraid he would say yes to you just because it was what you wanted and not what he actually desired. Accidentally forcing a relationship on your friend because he was too sweet to say no to you would be the absolute worst, which meant you were stuck.

Futakuchi, who’d noticed and teased you rather relentlessly over your feelings, had tried to insist that the only reason Aone never said no to you was because he was head over heels in love with you. However, you were pretty sure he was just being a jerk to you again, and you had done your best to adamantly ignore everything he said, much to his mounting frustration.

You’d convinced yourself that it was for the best, that if you just waited you would get over your silly one-sided crush. Unfortunately, said crush had lasted over a decade and was showing no signs of fading any time soon. In fact, a part of you knew it was far beyond a crush at this point, but you were absolutely adamant about keeping silent, sure that you were doing what was best, not just for Aone, but for you as well. Because getting into a relationship with him, only to discover later that he’d only ever loved you platonically was a blow you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to recover from.

Thus, you’d allowed yourself to stay firmly in denial, and didn’t suspect a single thing when Aone came by to pick you up from work that day. The two of you had planned to hang out together, and you were more than a bit excited, especially since he’d said he had a surprise for you.

You’d noticed as you walked that he was dressed rather nicely, in dark jeans and a plaid button down rolled to the elbows to show off muscular forearms. It was actually a bit unusual for your friend who seemed to prefer comfy clothes in his off time, usually sticking to t-shirts and sweats, or athletic wear when he could. You’d hastily shoved the thought as far down as it would go the second it occurred to you though, locking it up with all the other non-platonic things you’d thought about your friend over the years.

Instead, you’d focused on pestering him, trying to figure out what this surprise he had planned for you was. However, as to be expected, he was incredibly tight lipped about it, simply offering you amused, indulgent smiles that let you know he knew exactly what you were trying to do, and wouldn’t cave in.

To your surprise, he’d driven you to a beautiful park, one filled with beautiful fields of flower. You’d been utterly ecstatic about it, practically bouncing as he showed you the picnic basket he’d brought along. The two of you had set up in a nice spot and hung out for a while.

You’d been so preoccupied with the food and talking to him that you hadn’t noticed that he’d been doing something with his hands, right up until he carefully plopped a neatly formed flower crown on top of your head. You stared up at him in shock, fingers gently brushing the petals of the flowers set among your hair, confused but feeling a surge of warmth at the nostalgia of it all as you peered up at him.

“No matter what, we are friends for life,” he told you, his voice serious as he held your eyes, the words making your heart squeeze painfully as conflicting emotions warred in your chest. The nostalgia and love you had for him, fighting with the fact that you wanted so much more with him.

“Futakuchi has told me that I haven’t been obvious enough with my feelings,” he continued solemnly, the name of your nemesis helping to jolt you out of your internal conflict.

You stared at him wide eyed as he gently took your face in one of his large hands, cradling your cheek as he stared down at you intently and told you, “I’m in love with you, bunny, and would like to be romantically involved with you.”

It took a moment for the words to process, especially since you got caught up in his nickname for you, a byproduct of an unfortunate incident with marshmallows, Futakuchi, and the fact you were smaller than him. However, once what he said finally reached you, you immediately reached out to pinch your thigh, wincing slightly at the sharp burst of pain. You apparently weren’t dreaming.

“Are you sure?” you asked him, unable to help your worry or your disbelief that this might actually be happening. Your hands were clenched tightly in your laps, nails digging into your palms as you tried to fight the rising hope, “This isn’t because Futakuchi told you I’m in love with you is it? Because you have to be sure, and if he did tell you I swear to all the kami I…!”

Your torrent of babble was cut off by a gentle finger on your lips, one that instantly made you fall silent and stare up at your friend in confusion. However, seconds later the finger was replaced with gentle lips, sweet and surprisingly soft against your own, the feel of them enough to make your heart race as your eyes fluttered shut.

You savored the feeling of his mouth on yours until he pulled back. You blinked your eyes open to find him watching you with the softest expression you’d ever seen on his face, full of affection and care.

“Futakuchi did nothing but encourage me to confess my own feelings,” he assured you, gravely, then reiterated, “I am in love with you.”

“I love you too,” you confessed, the words spilling out, raw and unfiltered, your heart racing, giddy joy flooding through you as you realized this was actually happening.

“Good,” he affirmed, leaning forward to kiss you again.

You reached for him eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck and basking in the euphoria of knowing your feelings were returned, noting that you probably owed that idiot Futakuchi a gift basket or something. For now, you were just going to savor the feeling of his lips, and enjoy the fact that you were absolutely and irrevocably in love with your best friend.

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thejustmaiden · 4 years

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I will never believe that Rin is the mother, wanna know why? You can clearly see in MirSan's son that he's a looks like his father and is also demon slayer who wields the Hiraikotsu from his mother. You can clearly see that Moroha is a well done InuKag mix. Meanwhile there's nothing about Rin in the twins, not even her signature colors, personality, appearance, traits, nothing. I think it's pretty clear right now that Rin isn't the mother. Why do people still believe that she's the mother?

Hey there, nonnie, and happy weekend!!

Thank you for everything you had to say by the way. I couldn't agree more.

You're certainly right, there's not even one stand-out characteristic about Towa or Setsuna that screams Rin. I've noticed that too.

"Oh, you're just saying this because you're an anti!!"

I assure you, my blogs up to now have been nothing but respectful and as unbiased as possible. Keep in mind that actual Sessrin shippers have told me the same. So how about you consider finishing this before you flag it unnecessarily. On second thought, how about you give others the chance to read it too and not flag it at all. 😉

In all seriousness, Sessrin shippers--

Unlike many of us fans caught up with this ship- Sessrin shippers and antis alike- I have not blocked a single one of you. Of course there's nothing wrong with blocking users, but by my choosing not to block you my blogs are visible and accessible to you. The thing is, I actually want that and have this entire time! I want you to read what I have to say, and I also want to hear what you have to say if you choose to interact.

AlI I literally ask is that you show me a little respect and keep my blogs in the tags. There isn't anything about them that is inflammatory and I have never shown you any disrespect or called you names. If you don't like what I have to say, then all you gotta do is keep on scrolling. It's really that simple.

One more thing real quick! My opinions will of course factor into my blogs- that's the point!- but never have I stated that my opinions are superior to yours. Please stop claiming that's what I'm doing when I'm quite clearly not. I do apologize though if that's how you've taken them in the past.

Anyway haha sorry about getting sidetracked!

So yes, nonnie, I too can't make sense of Rin being the mom when all the signs- or lack thereof rather- are telling us otherwise.

Once you remove all the (unofficial) fan service such as the drama cd, that pro-sessrin calendar, and more recently the livestream with the letters, what you're left with isn't a lot to go off of in terms of guaranteeing Sessrin. Not saying it won't or can't go canon, shippers, just saying it doesn't bode well for you in my opinion.

Moroha clearly shares a resemblance with Inuyasha and Kagome. At first glance, she's already her father's daughter with that big personality of hers, and it's very well possible that she inherited her mother's spiritual powers when we see her shooting an arrow.

So yes, genes play a significant role. Maybe not in all mangas/animes, per se, but in Inuyasha they obviously do. It's apparent that many particular traits are passed down to characters from their parents, be it in features or demeanor.

Combine a specific combination of the two and BAM! You got babies!!

Great point, nonnie, it isn't just Moroha this applies to. Hisui is a spitting image of both Miroku and Sango! There's no shadow of a doubt that they are family.

It's clear that both Sesshomaru and Inuyasha are their respective parents' children, too.

Which brings us to Towa and Setsuna. Oh my goodness, do they have so much of their father in them. Especially Setsuna!

But that's it. There isn't a solid trace of anyone else we know of in them. Nothing about them brings another character to mind. Well, not nothing per se, I just mean I'm not very confident in any of the potential candidates and neither are most people.

No matter how much I wish the mom to be a resurrected or reincarnated Kagura, I would never outright claim it's canon before anything has been officially confirmed. Sure, we're allowed to theorize but that's it. To me, nonnie, it's fine if fans are already imagining that Rin is the mom. It's a whole other thing however when they gang up on fans who disagree, those are the shippers I don't get. Disagreeing isn't an attack, besides nothing is canon yet. Don't they realize that they're going to be extremely humiliated if/when it doesn't turn out to be her. I may be shocked and disappointed if it is in fact Rin, but at least I will have been prepared for the possibility. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, I always say!

Although I'd love to believe Sesshomaru produced Towa and Setsuna out of thin air (I mean, he's got the power to!), I've come to terms with the idea that he actually reproduced. That's still a hard pill to swallow lol but I'm more on board with it now than I was intially. As long as it was not with his adoptive daughter that is.

As many of us know already, tomorrow Rumiko Takahashi is appearing for that highly anticipated interview we've all been dying to watch since we got the trailer for the sequel. I'm looking forward to any info she will be able to divulge about Hanyo No Yashahime. She better give us at least a few juicy details, am I right? Gods know we deserve it. Nice writing to you, nonnie. Cheers! ♡

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