#enstars fic

[mikafaery]

Hihii could you please do a ritsu fic where the reader is sucking him off/then they fuck and them being caught by the knight members?(reader can be any gender!!)

Of course!

Caught - Ritsu Sakuma

AFAB!readerxRitsuSakuma

Warnings: Sexual themes, getting caught in the act, uhh sex, strong language

You couldn't help but to pounce on him as soon as he got to the shared Knights' dorm. You were home alone all day while all of Knights were training and you missed Ritsu, you needed Ritsu

Ritsu sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gripping your hair as his soft moans and praises showed how good he felt. He felt so much pleasure as your mouth pleasured his aching cock after a long day of practice.

"Y/N....Ah~....I'm gonna-" Before he could even finish his sentence, he bucked his hips, his hot cum went down your tender throat, and he let out a loud whine.

You got up, looked at him, then pulled him into a passionate kiss. Ritsu's hands wandered all over your body, pulling off your shirt and undoing your bra.

You then lay on the bed and he hovered up you, "You couldn't wait, could you?~" he mewled and looked down at your chest.

You couldn't say anything but pull him back into the kiss. Your lips intertwined, making the room feel hotter as you go. You felt yourself getting wet under him and he quickly took notice, letting his hand go down your pants and to your clit, rubbing it slowly.

You moaned as he started to kiss down on your neck and play with your boobs with his other hand. "R-Ritsu~" You stuttered from the intense pleasure.

He smiled against your neck then hovered over you once more, "Do you want me to fuck you?~'" he smirked.

You nodded your head quickly in agreement, and without hesitation, Ritsu pulled off your pants and panties. He then lined his dick to your hole and slammed it in. You let out a loud gasp, holding the sheets.

He started to move at a steady pace before he started to go faster. Sounds of skin slapping, heavy breathing, and sounds of pleasure, filled up the room.

"You've been....ah~....waiting to get fucked all day like this hm?" He teased while smiling.

You couldn't respond but only moan, "Ritsu..I-"

"I can't wait to lay down and-" You got cut off by the room door slamming open and the rest of Knights standing there.

Ritsu immediately stopped and a light blush appeared on his face and you instantly covered yourself up with a blanket.

Tsukasa stood there frozen, Izumi looked annoyed, Leo started to laugh, and Arashi slapped her hand over her eyes.

"Ahaha! I can't believe it! Right after practice too!" Leo cackled.

Ritsu immediately shot him a death glare "get out."

"Get out! we need to let them have their space" Arashi gestured for them to walk out of the room. "Ugh, I can't even get to lay down after a day of practice" Izumi rolled his eyes and walked out, Tsukasa and Arashi following him. Leo soon followed them, still laughing and making fun of Ritsu.

As soon as the door closed, Ritsu sighed and laid on your chest. You frowned and lifted his head up then kissed his forehead, "We can keep going Ritsu" you reassured him.

He smiled up at you, "I never said that we couldn't~"

Notes: AHHH I really loved writing this and I hope you guys like it! I'm thinking of making this a series though. let me know if you guys want different versions with the other Knights members!

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[b1zz13m41d]

CRIMSON TRACES - Day nine

A/N: MY FIRST ENSTARS WORK... I legit had to finish this morning so it’s shorter then my other fics. Also I apologize if it seems rushed towards the end, I was running out of time.

Word Count: 998

Prompt: MARKING

Characters: Rei Sakuma

Contains: MARKING, SLEEPY SEX, THIGH FUCKING, NEEDY REI, BEGGING, BLOOD DRINKING ((Not detailed)).

Rei gently followed the contours of your peaceful form with his finger, captivated by the sound of your gentle breathing as you slumbered deeply. The simple act of sharing a bed with another person was an unfamiliar experience for him, it kept Rei wide awake throughout the night. Amazed at how effortlessly you could relax and sleep in the presence of another human being, unable to fathom the ease with which you embraced such closeness.

He was suppose to be sleeping over but instead here he was now kissing your neck, hearing your breath get deeper the harder he pressed, nipping at your soon to be broken skin. Once you woke up and gave him permission of course.

As your eyelids fluttered open, a mix of confusion and intrigue washed over you, accompanied by a delicate gasp that escaped your lips. You instinctively pressed your body closer to his, in the midst of the hazy realm between dreams and wakefulness.

"Rei," you murmured, your voice a mere breath, still heavy with the remnants of slumber. "What are you doing?"

“Relax, can I?” A gentle reassurance escaped his lips, accompanied by the tender touch of his hands resting firmly on your hips. He drew you closer, allowing his growing hardon to press against the curves of your backside. A soft whine escaped your lips, lost in contemplation, you nodded your head, granting him permission to do what he wanted.

His mouth eagerly took hold of your neck, leaving behind a trail of deep marks. The unexpected sensations prompted a cry to escape your lips, as your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, encouraging him to explore further. His fangs gently pierced your soft skin, introducing a hint of metallic richness to the mix, as your blood mingled within his mouth.

You squirmed beneath his touch, the sensation of his hands tenderly caressing your hips adding to the growing intensity. His clothed erection pressed against your ass, harshly, creating a delicious friction that sent shivers down your spine. A soft moan escaped his lips, a testament to the pleasure that coursed through his veins as he indulged in the taste of another patch of your skin.

“Please, want more.” He whimpered, kissing his bite marks that he left on your neck.

His eyelids fluttered closed, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that washed over him as he allowed your warmth to enter his body.

"Please," he pleaded, his voice sounded needy, longing for more. "I want more." He tenderly pressed his lips against the bite marks he had left on your neck, his hands coming down to his sweatpants that he wore, shoving them down just enough so that he can grab his dick.

“Mn, can I use your thighs, please, I want it so bad.” A soft whimper escaped his lips, his breath hot against your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe, sending tingles of pleasure down your spine. With a delicate touch, he teasingly brushed his erect member against the curve of your pressed thigh, his gasp betraying the overwhelming sensation of the velvety softness against his sensitive cock.

With a subtle movement, you lifted your leg ever so slightly, granting him access to rest his throbbing erection on the inviting curve of your thigh. You then enclosed his member between your thighs, creating a tight and tantalizing embrace for him.

Hearing his soft moans only made you tighten your legs more, feeling his hips slowly begin to move. His hands gripped onto your hips harder, watching him try not to lose control. Feeling his fangs caress your neck again, he bit into another chunk of flesh, making your eyes roll back soft tears prickling your eyes in the slightest of pleasure.

His thrusts grew faster. The slickness of his precum coated your thighs, adding a layer of moisture that heightened the sensations for the both of you. With each movement, the friction between your bodies intensified, creating a delicious combination of pleasure and desire that coursed through your veins.

His biting died down once again, moaning in your ear as he left kisses down your cheek and jaw, a trail of blood from his mouth coated where he kisses. His moans grew louder as you began to rock your hips into his, moving your thighs to give him extra please.

breathy moans of your name escaped his quivering lips, carrying the weight of both pleasure and vulnerability. The intensity of the pleasure his cock was receiving seemed to overwhelm him to the point of near-tears. His grip tightened that threatened to leave marks, a blend of pain and pleasure that you willingly embraced. While it caused a twinge of discomfort, you knew it was within your pain range.

The sight of his marks adorning your body ignited a primal satisfaction within Rei. They were a reminder to everyone else that you were his and he was definitely not willing to share you.

“I’m so close, darling.” He moaned out, feeling the knot tighten up in his tummy, feeling your movements speed up to ride him on his orgasm. his eyes rolled back with one final thrust, coating your thighs in all his cum.

As the intensity of the moment began to subside, his head found a place on your shoulder, seeking comfort and closeness. With a gentle withdrawal, his length slipped away from the warmth and softness of your thighs, eliciting a soft whine of longing and a quiver that reverberated through his body. He pressed a tender kiss upon your shoulder.

“Thank you so much.” He mumbled softly, his words laced with appreciation. Nuzzling his forehead against your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist, offering a gentle embrace, acknowledging the tender soreness that lingered all over your body.

“I apologize for going hard on you.” Hearing you softly laugh, you turned over and hugged his body close to yours, petting his head into your chest, You hugged him tight, both of you exhausted.

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[rizelcchi]

"We'll take you to the land of promise"

"We want to enjoy the mischievous fate we've been dealt"

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[whats-it-mean]

hello!! can i please request a scenario with jun and ibara (but if you only want to write one then jun please!) with a s/o that suffers with anxiety if that’s okay :0?!!

Nervous? I’ll help  ☆

Jun Sazanami x reader

A/N -  SORRY THIS TOOK ME A H OT SECOND TO GET DONE,,, i ended up going with just jun because im just... not good at writing ibara so i hope thats ok!! sorry again but i hope you enjoy <333

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Usually both you and Jun were content with staying indoors any time you hung out, both of you finding something to do together staying in the dorms, either reading of cooking or watching movies- but it wasn’t long until one day over lunch, he brought up the idea of going to a nearby arcade. Harmless, right?

But it wasn’t as harmless as he’d hoped.

The moment you stepped into the arcade and realized how busy it had gotten you felt that familiar feeling of uneasiness in your stomach, and it wasn’t long until your heart rate started picking up. It was a bit calming to see Jun having so much fun with the games, but the amount of people swarming about was enough to make you feel sick.

It went generally fine for at least a half hour- you followed said boy from game to game and cheered him on whenever he won a match, and he even won you something from a claw machine. As far as anyone else could tell, you were perfectly fine, but your quick and shallow breaths as time went on told otherwise.

You stood there next to the machine Jun was rattling off in front of for the time being, staring off into space and just letting your thoughts race until your slight shaking finally caught up to you, and you glanced to the side to see him right next to you with concern painted on his face.

“Are you alright? What 's wrong?”

You stumbled a bit, as if your legs wanted to give out from under you and he wrapped an arm around you, steadying you a bit. All you could do was mutter something of a ‘too many people’  before squeezing your eyes shut, as Jun’s grip on you tightened ever so slightly.

It wasn’t long before Jun was carefully guiding you out of the arcade, offering thanks to the owner before leading you out the door and only letting go of your hand when your breathing slowed.

“I- I’m sorry, Jun, I ruined your fun, I-”

He frowned, and immediately pulled you into a hug.

“Hey, don’t say that, okay? You’re always my top priority.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End

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[milseoga]

hihi everyone! i have an offering to the madaleo audience (presents my fic on a silver platter) eat up sillies... happy new year...

#madaleo #madara mikejima #leo tsukinaga #enstars #enstars fic #commentary welcome please i'm scared

[glubglubsalmon]

Be Nice To Me

Kaoru Hakaze x Reader

Many people live by the Golden rule, do as to others what you want done to you, But sometimes some people can't take what they give. You quickly learn that when you try to give your boyfriend payback.

Contains:

Nsfw, Degradation, Praise, Crying but not sexy, Bottom Reader/Top Kaoru, Sub Kaoru/Dom Reader, Gender Neutral and Sex Neutral, Mommy Kink

NSFW UNDER CUT! MINORS DNI!

Having previously been a playboy, Kaoru has always been the more dominant role in bed. It only makes sense since he has the most experience. Yet, he's never been one to be... nice. Whenever you and him have time to let things get heated, the loving, careful nature seems to slip off, and a new one arises. You had spent countless nights getting called a plethora of names from "Filthy slut" to "Pathetic whore", honestly it was the last thing anyone would expect to come out of him. The time wasted just teasing and edging you to watch you cry.

It's not like you were complaining.

But...

Tonight, you're in control.

Here you are, body sat firmly between his open legs, drinking in the gasps and moans he offered you. You had a tight grip, firmly jacking him off, smiling at his whimper that's informing you he's close. And then... You stop.

"Nooo! Why would you do that? It was just getting good." He asked, though it acted more as a plead.

"Look at you. You're acting like such a slut, and sluts can wait a little bit more to cum, right?" You teased, grabbing his shirt collar to wipe some of the sweat from his jaw.

His eyebrows knitted together, clearly pondering your words, pouting a little

You clicked your tongue at him. "Oh don't be like that, you're a proper whore who can manage himself."

Your fingers ghosted their way up his dick, feeling the vein that runs along the shaft, taking their sweet, sweet time before fisting around him, thumb gently rubbing across the slit in his tip.

Desperate for friction, he attempted to thrust up into your hand. But held his hips in place, shaking your head at him in disappointment.

"You can't bear through a little bit of teasing? Pathetic boy, I thought I had a proper trained slut in my hands, not some common back alley whore."

He had tears brimming in his eyes at your harsh comments, though you assumed he was just frustrated from the lack of stimulation.

You began to fuck your fist down on him again, but it wasn't paced. Sometimes slow with a harsh grip, fast with a loose grip, etc. The whole time telling him how he moans like a pornstar and must need several partners to sustain this seeming overt need, overall just insulting him.

Until, he whimpers out a sentence, causing your motions to stop.

"Why can't you be nice to me?"

Ah, he's crying.

"Did I do something wrong?

"Are you punishing me?"

"I'm sorry"

Your body softened at his reaction, reaching up to rub his shoulders. "Baby, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I thought you liked this stuff. I'm sorry."

You pulled him into your chest, hugging him.

"You're a good boy, okay? You're a very good boy for me."

He held onto you, arms holding her in place tightly. Despite this, you felt him perk up a little at the praise.

"Oh, you like that? Do you like being a good boy for me?"

Still teasing, but less insulting, he nodded.

"Can you speak up and tell me what you want?"

He was silent for a second, thinking.

"Can you keep saying stuff like that?"

"And can I call you Mommy?"

You held back a laugh from the last request and felt him shy away a little in embarrassment.

"No, no! It's fine. I'm fine with it. I just didn't expect you to say that." You add in a mild panic, worried you made him feel bad again.

"It's okay if you don't wanna do this anymore. I didn't mean to make you feel bad"

He sniffled, "No its fine, I still want to fuck you." Crude, but honest.

"Then I'll stop teasing you, now lay down on your back for me, okay?"

He nodded and laid on his back, head resting on the pillows.

"Yes, mommy"

OK, that's going to take some getting used to.

You crawl up him, shifting to settle yourself on his hips.

"Good boy, are you ready baby?" You cooed at him, tilting your head a bit so you can take in the way he looks at all angles.

"Yes" he nodded to hammer in how eager he is.

With that confirmation, you gently sink yourself onto his cock, having prepped beforehand. Starting at a slow pace, his hands found your hips, but he made sure to hold back from rutting up into you, and when you finally speed up, running your hands through his hair and telling him how pretty he looks and how good he's being. He's in bliss, coming undone within minutes, and as a treat, he was allowed to cum in you. Though you did take your time to reach your climax, essentially overestimulating him. But it all worked out.

And afterwards, after things were cleaned up and he held you in his arms with hopes of drifting off to sleep, you asked him the begging question.

"Why are you so mean to me during sex if you aren't into it?"

His face flushed and looked away in embarrassment.

"I mean, I am it's just... I mean, I don't prefer it, but that's what partners have always wanted from me. I can stop if you don't like it."

You giggled at his answer.

"I like it silly, but if you aren't into it, don't force yourself to do stuff like that. I won't mind if you stop."

Kaoru smiled, seeming to enjoy the thought. Settling off to sleep with a new hope.. and new ideas.

AN: This is my first time writing for Tumblr and writing second person in hopes of being inclusive, haha. Apologies if it's bad.

Now, here was my inspiration.

This post

That led me to send my first ask.

#enstars #ensemble stars #kaoru hakaze #kaoru hakaze x reader #ensmut #ensemble stars fanfic #enstars fic #enstars fanfic

[lake-archive]

A Nyauntie's Power!

Disclaimer! While I wrote this and many other oneshots to be able to be understood in a vacuum, I recommend reading Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht for further context!

AO3 Link

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Arashi Narukami, Nyeli (by @watersofcamelot), Izumi Sena, Ritsu Sakuma

Pairing: Arashi Narukami & Nyeli (platonic)

Words: 1,558

Summary: Sometimes it just takes an aunt to get things rolling... And Arashi is willingly that aunt. She has to be the best aunt she can be!

“ Apologies to be… Troubling but… Nyeli… I have to… Uhm… Right, meeting! Meeting for a bit! And someone has to… Look over him. Could you in your time off, Arashi? Please!? I'll make it up too! Promise! ”

Of course Arashi could not let this opportunity slip away! This was a rare occasion after all. Spending time with her adorable, little nephew, all by herself? Little Nyeli was always so busy with Ritsu–Chan or Izumi–Chan, she started feeling a little left out. Now, she understood that the little kitty was trying to catch up with his older brother and was very clingy towards who he called Papa, but she wanted to spend time with him as well sometimes. This wasn't fair at all! Well, now she will finally get her chance. And she was going to make these few hours count!

Her schedule had been free this afternoon, a rare occasion. It was perfect, especially for something she was able to plan ahead for. It has been weeks since she had been planning this out, especially once hearing something directly from Izumi–Chan.

“ Patch has been growing rapidly for the last few weeks. And resizing and cleaning his clothes is becoming a little tiresome. “

Yes, it had not been Arashi's eyes. They were not playing a trick on her! In fact, she had noticed this for a while – Nyeli–Chan is starting to grow.

It was hard to imagine, given that he had been small for months on end. Ever since having pounced on Ritsu–Chan and calling him his ‘Papa’ Nyeli had not grown even an inch. He was always so small and everyone was certain that he would stay that size. Even when asking Ann she had said that Nyeli had not grown the years the two had spent together. At all. So having him suddenly increase in size like this was a new experience altogether. And it was a new experience as well, seeing the little boy grow like that. It has started to become visible, even the blank eye could see it. Besides, when trying to carry Nyeli it had become a little harder since he had grown bigger. Arashi could still lift him up in one swoop but it took a bit longer than anticipated. And since he seems to constantly grow out of his clothes it might be soon where he can no longer be picked up so easily. A shame really… 

That is the state of things. And needless to say, Arashi had decided upon herself to take Nyeli shopping for a bit, make him look good while also giving him some clothes he will need. Though he had been a little pouty at first, turning away from everything he saw. He could be a difficult child sometimes.

“Nye!” He even said with his puffed up cheeks, turning away from every article of clothing she was showing him. He was surely a stubborn one. It reminded her of his ‘big brother’ for sure. Both are very stubborn when they want to be. Just over different things but one could clearly see it. Time to convince little Nyeli.

“Is there still nothing for your liking?” She asked, keeping calm however. There was no use getting upset over it after all. “You won’t even try some things on?”

“Nye!” He sounded insistent. 

“But you won’t know, maybe you will like something out of these.”

“Ny… Nye…” He was wiggling in her grasp, though his tone had become a little softer, a tiny bit weaker even. 

“Haha, listen Nyeli–Chan, you don’t have to buy something at the end of the day. I won’t be mad at you for that.” She said, though understanding all the same. Arashi had heard of it after all, how attached he could be to his old clothes. It was exactly why Izumi–Chan went through the trouble of washing and resizing the clothes each time to begin with. “But maybe trying it out can’t hurt. And besides, don’t you think it would help out your siblings as well?”

This made his ears perk up for a short moment, turning his head back and lifting it up, gaze ever so curious. “Nyauntie?” He said, the confusion slightly written in his own face. 

“I heard the trouble your brothnya is going through, despite his busy schedule.”

This sentence alone seemed to make the kitty think, eyes wide for a short moment and staring in silence. Not to mention that his own gaze was going all over the place, looking everywhere but also nowhere at this moment. Was that all which had to be said? 

Oh she didn’t mean for it to go that far now! Not for his ears to droop and having the guilt written all over his face when he turned back, facing Arashi once more. “Ny… Nye?” He even let out weakly, almost afraid. 

“Well… Of course. Why wouldn’t he?” She chuckled, trying to calm Nyeli down and reassure him by petting his head softly, though also reassuring him all the same. 

A small purr echoed from the kitty’s lips and he seemed to slowly get into a better mood all things considered. Though the move he did next was nothing she had seen coming, not necessarily at the very least.

Because he had reached out with one of his nubs next, swatting, trying to grab something from the selection of clothes before finally grabbing something and holding it in one of his nubs, right up to Arashi. His eyes could say it all, even if he seemed a little hesitant. ‘ Th… This one! ’ A tiny shirt in Nyeli’s favorite color, blue.

She herself was a little surprised. So he was eager after all, one just had to explain it. Honestly, at this moment she is just happy that she might have gotten through to the little kitty in the end. And he seemed eager despite his obvious hesitation. 

“Oh, you want to try this?”

It was met with a quick nod. “Nye.”

“Haha, alright. Then let’s get you changed. Maybe you will like it more than you think.”

Though that was just the start of that little shopping trip. After all, Nyeli would not get out of this without a few new pieces of clothing~

Well, or rather he had not gotten out with… A few new outfits… Yeah, just a few… 

“Naru–Chan, what did you do!?” Oh Izumi–Chan could be ruthless once he found out about that. Truth to be told maybe she and Nyeli had gone a little overboard. Because the moment she came back with the kitty to the studio to meet for the next meeting within Knights itself she had been carrying various shopping bags with her as Nyeli was on top of her head. Needless to say, all members had looked at her in confusion, why she had been out shopping at a time like this. But it had been important and she quickly defended herself by pointing out this was not for her to begin with!

However, she had dropped one of the several bags and it revealed all types of children’s clothing, all hand picked for Nyeli. The scolding would be something predictable, how ‘she went overboard and spent too much’. Even when she defended herself. “Well, Nyeli–Chan needs the clothes! He’s growing, right!? So we planned a little ahead and picked things he liked!”

“Things he– How did you get him to pick out anything else!?” Was Izumi’s first response before he shook his head. “Ugh, nevermind. Please tell me you had a budget…”

“W… Well…” No, she didn’t. “Th… That’s not important, is it!?”

“You keep spoiling Patch too!? Are you serious right now!?”

“Spoiling!?” Perhaps. Arashi couldn’t help herself. Plus she’s the aunt here, not the mother or sister. “Now listen, see it that way! He needs it, right? If he keeps growing so rapidly.”

Luckily Nyeli defended her. She could feel his head nodding right on her own. Not to mention the quick ‘Nye!’ echoing out of his own mouth.

“He doesn’t need two entire closets worth of clothing!”

“Yeah… This will be tough to fit all in…” Ritsu–Chan’s voice interrupted the scene going on right now, making the two arguing in question turn their heads to him. He had kneeled down and picked up some of them, eyeing the clothes carefully. “I have to ask Mikarin if he minds sparing some space for a while…”

“R… Really now?” Arashi asked, somewhat.

“Yeah.” Ritsu nodded before standing up. “But look at it this way Secchan… You don’t have to worry any longer.”

“Hah? Worry about what?” Of course Izumi–Chan would have his usual annoyed tone for a moment, almost glaring.

“Nyeli having nothing to wear. Isn’t that why you tried to hurry all the time?” Ritsu countered quickly, adding a slight chuckle to it. “An over worried older brother. Or should I say Mom?”

“Wha– Oi! What’s that supposed to mean now!?”

“Exactly what I said, Mommy Secchan~”

“Oh why you—”

And yet, the outcome was the same. In the end Nyeli got to keep his new set of clothing which did him more good than harm… Right? And he didn’t seem to dislike any of them either. 

So this was a win–win in the end, wasn’t it?

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[ejnherjar]

Madaniki dialogue that started off as what was supposed to be a comic script but trailed off into its own thing. If this is corny and not very good Sorry its 3 am but ive been thinking about this all a lot so. Here you have it.

Hands 👐

🍳Madara-kun?

🐱Hm?

🍳Could you give me your hand?

🐱'Course! What for?

🍳I just wanted to see them up close~

🐱...

🍳Y'know, I think our hands are pretty similar? Look, see?

🐱Hmmm...I don't think so Niki-san.

🍳Oh? Really? I mean...I don't think there's many idols out there with hands as scarred and scuffed as me and you though?

🐱Ahaha, you'd be surprised! There's many different kinds of people that are idols you knooow?

🍳Ah~ I guess thats true...but still...

🐱Besides, I dont think our scars are similar either, Niki-san.

🍳...?

🐱Every imperfection on your hands was the result of a labour of love, right? So many of your scars are burns and cuts, all from the thing you love doing most, no?

🍳Well, yeah...I guess...but I don't mind them! I think they show that I've learned a lot~ And even as a skilled chef i can still make mistakes! I think it's nice that my hands can show that.

🐱Haha, I think so too. It's quite sweet, the story your hands tell, Niki-san. But thats why I don't agree that they're similar, my hands and yours.

🍳Uuu...

🐱When I look at yours I see all the love you've put into your cooking for yourself and others...the sight of my hands means nothing but grief though.

🍳How so...?

🐱Well, all these scars and cuts and bruises are from things I never really wanted to do, y'know? An accumulation of mistakes and bad decisions made by a fool...

🍳...

🐱It's shameful, really.

🍳I don't think it is.

🐱?

🍳Your hands are rougher than most...they're covered in deep scars too...but they tell a story of love just as much as mine do, I think.

🐱Haha, you don't have to try to make me feel better, Niki-san—

🍳All of *your* scars and scuffs and bruises are because you did things you didn't want to...but you did them for those you love right? You did a lot of things you don't like doing with your hands, and yet it was all for people you care about...I don't see how that's much different from myself!

🐱That's...

🍳And still you do so many good things with your hands now! You're a talented idol, you're good at so many different things! These hands are the ones I love holding too...the hands that hold me with just as much love and care as there was marked into their skin over the years. And the hands that cook me all the wonderful food I love too. I think that's wonderful.

🐱Niki-san...

#ensemble stars #dialogue #enstars #madara mikejima #niki shiina #madaniki #writing #enstars fic #maybe fic. like i guess it is #i think theyre so sweet

[oh-ranpo]

summer heat

☾ - pairing: jun sazanami x reader ☾ - word count: 1.7k+ ☾ - warnings: some suggestive elements, but nothing too crazy. ☾ - summary: it’s a hot summer day, and the heat from the sun isn’t the only thing making you feel warm. 

A heavy sigh slipped through your lips as you leaned your head back against the lounge chair, your eyes fluttering shut as a small bead of sweat trickled down the side of your face. It was hot. No, it was more than hot. The sun was beating down on your skin relentlessly, and though you were clad in just a bathing suit and thin cover up, you still felt like you were still wearing too much. You didn’t even want to be outside, but your friends had been persistent in their invitations and you found that you were unable to turn them down.

Besides, the view had started to make up for it. 

While you had no interest in the pool party that your friends had organized, your boyfriend had been more than enthusiastic about it. You weren’t entirely sure why, but as he dipped in and out of the water, his skin glistening with a mixture of water and sweat, you found it easier to forget about the heat of the day and instead, felt a different kind of heat fill you from the inside. A far more pleasant heat. 

While you were at the mercy of the hot, summer sun, the only thing keeping you even remotely cool was the red popsicle that you were holding in your hand that Nagisa had offered to you just a few minutes prior. The coolness of the liquid through the plastic wrapping was a welcome feeling against the palm of your hand, and you lifted it to your lips before reopening your eyes, allowing a satisfied hum to fill your chest at the cold, tasty treat. 

There was a lot happening in the area around you, and while you had found it deeply entertaining to watch your boyfriend swimming around and playing water games with all of your friends, you were surprised to now see him pulling himself from the water and heading in your direction. There was a small smirk on his face as your eyes gave him a quick once-over, as if knowing exactly the kind of thoughts that were running through your mind.

Could anyone really blame you? When you were dating someone like Jun Sazanami, how could you really do anything but stare?

His blue hair was a mussed up mess from where it had gotten wet and he had shaken it out, and water droplets dripped down his chest and abs, causing you to lick your lips instinctively at the sight. His work outs and idol training had done wonders for his current physique, and you found yourself appreciating it any change that you could, this time being no exception. His golden irises glowed in the afternoon sun, and as he drew closer, you felt your heart start to race - a feeling that had never really gone away since you had first started dating over a year ago.

“Why are you still sitting over here all by yourself?” He asked, his voice smooth and deep as he came to a stop right in front of your chair. His body provided a bit of shade, but that still didn’t help the overheated feeling that was starting to consume you. 

“I’m enjoying my popsicle,” you responded quickly before holding up the small treat. Jun’s eyes flickered to it briefly while his smile continued to grow, as if he knew that you weren’t telling the whole truth. “It’s hot. I just wanted something to help cool me down.” That part definitely wasn’t a lie, but you also knew you were going to need something way more than a tiny popsicle to keep you from combusting at this point.

As if reading your mind, Jun slowly leaned forward, his knee coming to rest on the lounge chair between your own and both of his hands gripped the arms of the chair on either side of you. His eyes never left yours as he wrapped his lips around the top of the popsicle and bit off a tiny piece before slowly pulling away. You knew what he was doing, and while you hoped that your expression had remained unchanged, you were sure that he would notice the flush in your skin and maybe even hear the thundering in your chest in response to his actions. 

“You’re right, that is refreshing,” he murmured, as his hands scooted forward on the arms of the chair, bringing his face closer to your own. “But I think you’d feel even better in the water. With me.”

You didn’t want to let him win. He was always flustering you in these different kinds of ways, and he loved teasing you about it afterwards. However, it was hard to concentrate when he was close enough that all you had to do was lean in just a couple of inches to press your lips against his. There was already a slight tinge of red painting his lips from the bite of popsicle he had just taken, but you couldn’t give in. You had to stay strong.

“My popsicle and I are good right here for now, thank you.” You accentuated your words by lifting the popsicle in between you and taking a bite of your own. Jun watched in amusement at your actions, and when his eyes drifted to your lips after the bite, you could feel your resolve falter just a little bit more. 

Water from his skin and bathing suit was dripping down from where he was hovering over you, but you didn’t even really notice until he maneuvered himself closer and the wetness of his swim trunks pressed against the inside of your thigh, causing you to shiver. 

“You're not playing fair,” he sighed, and while his voice sounded disappointed, his smirk still hadn’t faltered even slightly since he had walked over to you. 

“And why’s that?” You asked curiously, trying to hide the slight shake in your voice as one of his hands moved from the arm of the chair to press against your side. You couldn’t feel his skin directly on yours, thanks to the cover up that you were wearing, but it was still thin enough that you could still feel the heat radiating off of his palm. 

“Because right now, you’re giving that popsicle more attention than you’re giving me.”

In the blink of an eye, as if spurred on by his made-up jealousy, Jun leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, causing a surprised sound to come from your throat before your eyes were fluttering shut and your free hand was lifting to cup his cheek. 

He tasted like a mixture of the sports drink he had been consuming to stay hydrated and the flavor of the popsicle you had just shared, and you sighed as your fingers pushed through his hair, the water in the strands feeling like a temporary reprieve from the heat for your hand. A part of you couldn’t believe how easily you gave in to his whims, but then again, it really wasn’t all that surprising. Jun had you wrapped around his finger, ready and willing to do whatever you could to bring a smile to his face. Kissing him in the heat of the summer while your friends watched on from a distance was no exception.

“Come on, come with me,” he purred when he pulled away. With eyes the color of molten gold, you felt yourself sinking into them, that warmth inside of you building and building until you felt like you were going to break. 

“Jun,” you huffed, trying to sound frustrated, but instead sounding more pleading than anything else. Jun’s lips turned up even more at the sound of his name, and it was then that you both knew he had won. His temptations had succeeded once again, and as he pushed himself back up into a standing position, he was easily able to pull you up with him. 

“You owe me,” you groaned as your free hand slipped into his as he led you towards the pool. With a brief glance over his shoulder, he squeezed your hand just as you lifted the popsicle to your lips to take another bite.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth it for you.” The wink following his words almost had you choking on the ice in your mouth, causing Jun to laugh.

Your popsicle was soon forgotten completely as Jun led you to the edge of the pool and then waited for you to remove your cover-up before hopping down into the water. His hands lifted to take yours so that he could help you in, and as soon as your body sank below the surface, you breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Better?” He asked with another knowing smirk. His hands had found a home on your hips, and when your eyes met his, you gave him a nonchalant shrug.

“I guess,” you teased, and Jun huffed out an indignant laugh before pulling you closer. You weren’t quite as hot anymore, but you were all-consumed with the way it felt to have his toned body pressed close to yours. He took you by surprise again when he leaned in for a kiss, your hand slipping from his shoulder as your arm wrapped around his neck while kissing him back.

“How beautiful. And a little devastating that I’m here all by myself,” you heard Hiyori proclaim from the other side of the pool just before you and Jun pulled apart. You smiled as you heard Ibara offering a few polite words of encouragement to his friend, but Jun didn’t seem to be paying either of them any mind. 

“You are far more refreshing than the popsicle, by the way,” he murmured, only loud enough that the two of you could hear. You grinned as you pressed your face against his neck and kissing his shoulder quickly before pulling back to meet his gaze once more.

“And maybe you make the heat just a little more bearable,” you offered in return, and Jun rolled his eyes playfully before kissing your temple quickly. 

“Now that I have you in the water, let’s kick these guys’ ass at Chicken.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at his competitiveness, but who were you to say no? You already knew that your heart could never say no to him. 

#jun sazanami #jun sazanami x reader #jun sazanami fic #jun sazanami story #jun sazanami imagine #sazanami jun #sazanami jun x reader #sazanami jun fic #sazanami jun imagine #sazanami jun story #ensemble stars #ensemble stars imagine #ensemble stars fic #ensemble stars story #enstars #enstars fic #enstars imagine #enstars story

[clockworkspider]

Interviews (by the vampire)

Vampire AU. Aftermath to Daybreak.

Relationships featured: Reikei, kurokei, keichi, wataei, rei & wataru <- all relationship are ambiguous in nature

Genre: Whump and angst that makes an abrupt turn into a comedy in the middle...

In the middle of UNDEAD’s first world tour, Rei was abruptly summoned back to Japan to conduct a welfare check on the newest member of his clan—former exorcist and vice president of Paranormal Alliance of Japan (formerly Japanese Hunter’s Association), Hasumi Keito—who just happens to be his estranged childhood friend. Or. Rei comes back a week late with pizza and everything is on fire. Or. Tenshouin Eichi made an executive decision and promptly died. Nobody Liked That.

[Read on AO3]

#reikei #keito hasumi #rei sakuma #enstars #ensemble stars #my fic #enstars fic

[lovuletters]

a/n ~ A short fluffy drabble where the reader is a newbie idol practicing with UNDEAD. Calling this the newbie idol AU. Adonis focused.

"Good work today, newbie," Rei waved his hand casually as he passed you by. He wiped his brow with the towel around his neck.

You bowed and nodded your head fiercely, "Good work today, senpai!"

Rei smiled over his shoulder before flopping into his coffin on the far end of the practice room. He left the lid cracked to let air from the oscillating fan drift into his small space.

Before you had the chance to even say goodbye, Koga and Kaoru had vacated the room. Leaving you now with a likely unconscious Rei and a politely waiting Adonis. The man waved you over and you shoved your things into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder and rushing to meet him.

"Thank you for your help today, senpai," You followed your words with a deep gulp of sports drink. Thankful that at least one member was willing to walk you back to the dorms. ES was a bit of a maze.

Adonis nodded his head and hummed pleasantly as you walked. "Of course. I hope you are settling in well." He was similarly drenched in sweat, but the heat and exertion hardly seemed to bother him. You supposed this was the life of an experienced idol. "You only have one more practice session with us, correct?" He tilted his head in your direction.

"Yes!" You replied, maybe a little too enthusiastically, "I train with Knights next." While the prospect of meeting another famous idol unit was appealing, you would miss the time you spent with UNDEAD.

You and a select few pre-debut idols had been chosen to receive exclusive lessons from some of ES's top units. It was part of a new initiative to prepare promising trainees for their major debut. Shockingly, UNDEAD was the first unit you were assigned to learn from. The first few days were intimidating but the group was nice enough. Adonis especially.

"Knights is a talented group. You will learn a lot from them," Adonis's encouragement pulled you back to your conversation.

"I think so too," You fiddled with your hands, your words were bittersweet. You sincerely hoped you would get to spend more time with Adonis and the rest of his unit in the future. But saying that sort of thing after knowing them in person for a mere few days... Well, that might be a bit forward.

Adonis, you were learning, however, thought quite differently. "I hope we can continue to practice together after your major debut," The words were said plainly as Adonis lead you through the square.

You stopped dead in your tracks, tears welling in your eyes. "Otogari-senpai..."

He turned, faintly shocked at your reaction. "I'm sorry, did I say something to upset you?" He reached his hand out tentatively, unsure if he should touch.

"Mm-mm," You shook your head, taking his hand, "I know I'm just a rookie... but getting to train with you and the rest of UNDEAD has been an incredible experience..."

Adonis nodded.

"I worried that higher ups had forced you to work with us trainee idols... I'm so relieved to hear that you want to practice with me again!"

Adonis smiled, "UNDEAD, volunteered for this program. I cannot speak for the other units, but we felt it would be a mutually beneficial experience to both teach and learn from the next generation of idols." He pulled his hand from your grasp to pat you lightly on the head.

You caught up with his stride as he began walking again, a little slower than before. "Let's take our time on the way back to the dorm," He smiled.

"Yes, senpai!"

a/n Thank you for reading!

#enstars images #enstars x reader #adonis otogari #otogari adonis #adonis x reader #undead #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars imagines #enstars fic #drabble #fanfic #newbie idol au #lovuletters #comfort character #anime #idol

[mikafaery]

Hii! I wanted to try something new!!

Enstars Blind Date

I will be doing a new event called the Enstars blind date!! I will be your matchmaker, and match you to a Ensemble Stars character then add a little fanfic with you two on a date! It will generally be sfw for everyone, but if you want nsfw, you will have to have 18+ in your bio, and the character will also be 18+!

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How to sign up:

Include some information about you! (Pronouns, hair color, eye color, height. It could even be an oc, and don't ever feel pressured to tell anything about yourself!)

Your Hobbies, likes and dislikes

Your favorite color

And what you want in a partner!!

You can be as detailed as you like, and you can also add things as well too!!

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My asks are always open! I will be doing the matchups from there! If you have any questions then feel free to Dm me!!

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #enstars headcanons #x reader #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars x reader #enstars imagines #enstars fic #enstars fanfic #suggestion #asks open #keep the asks coming #blind date #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars smut #headcannons

[twotwinks]

cold hands + shumika

i somehow managed to write this in like an hour and a half while at work...the way the perfect scenario got beamed into my brain as soon as i saw this ask! it took me a bit to get used to shu's voice again but i think i did alright :3

Send me a fall prompt! 🍂

Mika had insisted on accompanying Shu on his shopping trip. Shu had vehemently protested at first — it was a short trip, after all, and certainly didn't require two people. Mika's time would be far better spent practicing, working, simply staying focused on his art. But Shu was only back in Japan for the week, and Mika had made it clear he wanted to spend as much time together as possible.

It was an endearing sentiment, Shu supposed, even if it was a bit inefficient. At the very least, it was nice having someone else to help carry the bags.

He passed one to Mika absentmindedly, already occupied by determining if there were any other stores worth stopping by or if they should return to the dorm. He was startled out of his reverie by Mika letting out a sharp yelp.

"Kagehira! What on earth has gotten into you?"

"Yer hands are real cold, Oshi-san!"

Shu closed his eyes and sighed. As he'd expected, it was hardly anything worth yelling about. "I'm not certain why this is such a surprise to you. It's to be expected, given today's temperature."

"But if yer too cold ya might get sick! Or yer fingers might get frostbite and then ya won't be able to sew!"

It wasn't nearly cold enough for that to be a concern. It was only autumn, after all, not the dead of winter. Shu was prepared to say as much, but Mika had already taken matters into his own hands — quite literally, as he pulled Shu's hands up in front of him before pinning them between his own. "There! I'll help ya warm up."

Mika looked up at him with such unrestrained happiness that Shu found himself suddenly unable to explain the frivolity of the gesture. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant feeling, anyway. Mika's hands were decently warmer than his. Perhaps it was best to simply indulge him, just this once.

The pair stayed frozen in place for a few minutes until Mika decided Shu's fingers were no longer in peril. He pulled back with a satisfied smile, but the cold air merely bit back harder against the warm skin where his hands had been resting. Shu hissed in a small breath at the sensation, causing Mika to look up at him with a blank sort of confusion for a few moments before his eyes lit with understanding.

"Oh! I bet it's still too cold out here fer them, huh? We should go back so you can get all warmed up nice and proper. But how do we keep yer hands from freezin' on the way?"

Mika briefly pondered again until another light went off in his eyes. He took just one of Shu's hands in his this time, confidently lacing their fingers together. "Alright! Now if ya put yer other hand in yer pocket, it might stay warmer too. And I can switch sides on the way home to keep it from gettin' too cold. How's that?"

Shu shook his head, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling, just a bit. "It should suffice. We'd best be on our way then."

Mika was all but bouncing at his side as they set out, enough so that Shu was concerned he'd fall at some point before they reached the dorms. He nearly withdrew his hand to take the remaining shopping bags from Mika and reduce the risk, but ultimately decided to let things be. Shu would be right there to catch him if he tripped, after all. Just like Mika would be there to warm his hands.

Perhaps going together hadn't been such a waste after all.

#itsuki shu #kagehira mika #shumika #enstars #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic #enstars fic #my fic #ok. that's probably enough of that #thank you as always for sending prompts....it's been a lot of fun getting to write from your suggestions again #i love writing from these vague prompt lists. bonus points if i don't have to pick! #roch #oh also! this will be up on ao3 some time tonight #be sure to check reblogs later if you're interested in that :3

[starrycharm]

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title: five more minutes (years)

summary: kaoru tries to wake up rei. that’s it, that’s the fic. had a rough day and the cure is 5mg of silly reikao fluff STAT.

genre: fluff (rated G)

pairing: rei/kaoru [!! era, established relationship]

word count: 1084

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#enstars #enstars fic #ensemble stars fic #enstars fluff #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #ensemble stars #ensemble stars fluff #gokijin #reikao #rei/kaoru #sleepy cuddles #starrycharm writes

[sukacheri]

Academic Integrity [AO3 or Keep Reading below]

Hinakasa | 5k words

Tsukasa Suou is a first-year student in law school striving to graduate at the top of his class. Hinata Aoi is his tutor.

a/n: the AO3 version uses a work skin for a texting feature; the tumblr version is free of that if the AO3 ver isnt working for you! i hope you all enjoy this, i brainrotted a lot

Today, 4:49 PM

Tsukasa: Are you available tonight? Urgent.

Hinata: hmm finals szn is pretty busy for me ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Hinata: maybeeee for a good offer i can see if i can swing by

Tsukasa: How are you even busy? There’s no exams tonight

Hinata: i still gotta read the textbooks! lots of last minute clients looking to bump their grade up a letter

Hinata: if ur that hard pressed about it, then ill just take it for you

Hinata: teehee

Tsukasa: I’m not last minute and we have an existing agreement. One that does not involve academic dishonesty, so don’t even joke about it.

Tsukasa: I expect you here at 6pm.

Hinata: whoaaa tsukasa-kun’s ordering me around what am i gonna do

Hinata: not show up i guess

Hinata: (*≧ω≦*)

Tsukasa: I’m ordering in dinner. What do you want.

Hinata: (´ ω `♡) my hero~

Hinata: place an order at that ramen place i dragged you to a few weeks ago. if you remember what i got then ill help you cram tonight

Hinata: get the good spot in the library!

Tsukasa: Actually I have some reservations about that. I’d rather not be seen in public with you. Especially right now

Hinata: our forbidden love! hiding our courtship is so cruel… unless…? my prince is shy~?

Hinata: or maybe… you just want to get me to your place… i see i see… tsukasakun is so sly. you wont pass your exams if you youre too focused on flirting

Tsukasa: Shupt up

Tsukasa: Shut up.

Tsukasa: Just come over alright? I’ll text you my address and order the food.

Hinata: yessir (`･ω･´)ゞ

Tsukasa did not get visitors to his apartment. There had been a total of two people in it, one of which being himself. Even his own parents hadn’t come to visit, but Tsukasa hadn’t expected them to; the Suous had higher priorities than seeing their son moved in, especially when at this point it was for law school and Tsukasa was a grown twenty three years old.

The other visitor had been his nosy neighbor who insisted on poking her head in whenever she got the chance, but Arashi meant well so it didn’t bother Tsukasa that much. She frequently commented with much amusement about the giant textbooks Tsukasa lugged around, saying he was starting to look as if he may be building muscles after all this time.

Guests were unexplored territory for him, and especially with only a one hour notice (his own fault, he knows), the uncertainty clouded over him about the state of his apartment. Tsukasa was a clean person so by habit there was no trash or dishes out, everything put away once used, but he frowned at the state of his living room. 

It was boring.

Tsukasa didn’t care about that, but he knew he was asking for scorn from Hinata. The guy did nothing but bring up all these little faults in Tsukasa he never realized he had, or if he did, he at least thought they weren’t noticeable. Each and every time they met, Hinata would point out anything and somehow relate it back to how Tsuksa was so rigid or uptight.

The living room, where he was planning their study session to be, was empty of anything except basic furniture. A couch, a coffee table, an ottoman. Not even a TV.

Hinata struck him as a cozy person, someone surrounded by blankets and throw pillows, with an assortment of trinkets and decor on a warm wooden coffee table. And Tsukasa did not own a single blanket or pillow, and self consciousness began to rival the grip his test anxiety kept him in all day, tempting him to go drag the comforter off his bed and try to pass it off as a throw blanket.

He considered it more than he should have, until his phone started buzzing in his pocket bringing him out of his thoughts.

Today, 5:25 PM

Hinata: oooo tsukasakun you did remember my order!

Hinata: im so touched!

Hinata: ill stay over if you wanna cram that much ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝

Tsukasa looked at his non-blanketed couch and clicked his tongue.

Tsukasa: If you are able to, I would appreciate it. I understand it is last minute though.

Hinata: nope! no take backsies! im on my way!!!!!

Hinata: about 15 minutes i think!

Hinata: ε===(っ≧ω≦)っ

Tsukasa: Is this one… farting?

Hinata: NO!!!!!

Hinata: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Tsukasa: I do not like that one.

Okay, fifteen minutes to find a solution to the blanket problem. Except Tsukasa knew for a fact there were no stupid throw blankets anywhere in his apartment. Why did blankets matter so much? They were blankets. But if Hinata was going to stay over to help Tsukasa, then he had a duty to make sure it was comfortable for him.

Tsukasa stepped into the hallway outside of his apartment, hoping and praying that Arashi was staying in tonight and wouldn’t think it was too weird what he was asking for. He walked to the door directly across from him and knocked.

No response.

Oh, please Narukami-senpai, Tsukasa thought while knocking again. Tonight of all nights when I need you to stick your nose into my business and you’re not here.

Again, no response. The doom of Hinata approaching by the second sent a jolt of anxiety on top of his already existing mountain of it through him. He knocked again, a bit harder than he meant to.

The hallway was quiet, and Tsukasa didn’t hear any movement from behind Arashi’s door. He sighed and turned to return to his own apartment, but caught the eyes of someone peeking out from the door to the left of his.

“Nacchan’s not here. Usually someone only needs to knock once to realize that,” Ritsu said lazily, looking at Tsukasa with sleepy eyes.

“I apologize if I woke you up from a nap, Ritsu-senpai. I needed to ask her a favor, but if she’s not here, then I’ll figure something else out.”

“Mmm,” Ritsu hummed. “What do you need? If Nacchan finds out I didn’t help the poor guy she treats like a stay kitten, then she’ll have my neck.”

Tsukasa squinted. “I am not a stray cat. And she doesn’t treat me—” he paused, taking a breath and remembering the task at hand. “I need some blankets. Throw blankets. I’m having company over and I don’t really have anything, and I’d hate to be a bad host.”

“Aw, so caring as always, Suuchan. You do know Nacchan is strong enough to carry her own groceries, right? If you help her, you should help me too.” 

“If I say yes, will you give me blankets?”

Ritsu waved a hand. “Forget it, I can’t put your poor soul through waking up at 3 AM for my shopping hours just to help me carry my junk food up the stairs. I’ll go get you your blankets, wait here.”

Relief flooded through Tsukasa as Ritsu went into his apartment, and he couldn’t be more thankful that Arashi had dragged him over for dinner when he first moved in. He appreciated his brief interactions with Ritsu and Arashi, and if his schoolwork weren’t so vigorous he’d liked to be closer with them. Maybe if Hinata’s help scored him high enough on his finals, he could see about having another dinner with them.

“Here you are, Suuchan.” Ritsu returned, at least four different blankets stacked on top of each other. “You’re getting my rejects, but just know that a reject from me will still be 10x better than anything you’ve used in your entire life.”

Tsukasa was in awe, bowing before accepting the blankets with giddy hands. “Thank you, Ritsu-senpai! I owe you many favors for this. I really will help you carry your groceries if that is what you need of me. You are a lifesaver, and I’m in your debt.

“Relax, it’s nothing. Honestly? Keep them, I don’t use them.” 

“Thank you, I will remember this and repay you.”

Ritsu shrugged. “Well, I do like gifts. Have fun tonight, Suuchan. And try to get some sleep. You won’t last through school if you don’t get plenty of rest.”

“I think you get too much rest, but thank you. Goodnight, Ritsu-senpai.”

Tsukasa returned to his apartment, blankets victoriously held in his arms. He dropped them on the couch, finding himself agreeing with Ritsu’s declaration that his rejects still made for perfectly acceptable blankets to Tsukasa. He was given four, he discovered, as he laid them out on the couch. One of them was noticeably smaller than the others, with detailed fringe around the edges, so Tsukasa put that one over the back of the couch as a decoration. 

Already a vast improvement over the boring blandness this space had been, and Tsukasa buzzed around the couch laying the remaining folded blankets out in different ways. His mind switched through the different options like he was flipping pages in his textbook, trying to find the specific precedent to refute a classmate during a lecture. It’d be easier if there was a clear defined answer, but much like the law, blanket arrangement was an art.

Where he drew trouble was that couldn’t decide on the amount of blankets to leave out. The dark purple fuzzy one he hid inside his broom closet, not finding it to match his theme, and he kept the decorative one where it laid. The last two were the ones giving him grief. 

Tsukasa bit his lip— a bad habit that required him to constantly keep chapstick on hand— as he fretted over his predicament. He struggled to think of what Hinata would tease less, his cheery voice nagging at the back of Tsukasa’s head each time he tried to lay the blankets differently.

Time was slipping away from him. He pulled his phone out to check for any new messages.

His last message was marked as read at 5:27 PM.

Tsukasa sighed. It was 5:40 right now; he may have a few more minutes to figure this out. The current arrangement could be worked upon, perhaps he could have unfold the smooth maroon blanket and put it over the arm of the couch. That felt a bit pretentious though, so instead— something flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

Texting bubbles.

Tsukasa stared at them intently, a weak hope inside him wishing that the other boy was running late. There was still more he had to do before Hinata arrived. He should’ve started tea earlier so it’d be ready by now, and now it would be just another stone on the pile of Tsukasa’s poor hosting skills.

He wasn’t aware he was holding his breath until the bubbles disappeared, no message sent in their place. He looked back up at the couch, a new formation taking shape in his mind, yes, this one would do much nicer. Tsukasa picked up the maroon and was about to fold it back into a square when a sudden knocking struck his door. The blanket fell from his fingers with a jolt as he whipped head to the door.

Surely it was not Hinata. The intercom hadn’t buzzed so how would he have gotten in?

Idiot, Tsukasa thought while walking to the door. Of course the same guy that takes exams for other people can sneak into an apartment building. This was probably even easier than that.

Tsukasa glanced through the peephole, and… nothing was there except an empty hallway. Narrowing his eyes, he opened the door.

“Boo!” Hinata jumped out from the left, orange hair bouncing around his face, framing his bright smile. “Aw, boo. You were expecting that.”

Hinata forewent his glasses, green eyes peering at him without obstruction. Tsukasa remembered him mentioning he only wore them as a disguise anyways, despite the fact Tsukasa had caught him more than once sliding them on as he went digging through his laptop. 

Hinata was dressed warmly for the increasingly colder weather as winter grew closer, his white cable knit sweater hung off of him. The black straps of his heavy backpack contrasted against it, completing a proper academic look, and Tsukasa found it funny how Hinata enjoyed looking to be the part of a typical enthused student so much.

“I’ve put up with you for weeks. You’re not surprising anymore,” Tsukasa scoffed.

“I think it’s been like months now. And all that means is that I have to be more surprising.” Hinata lifted his hand up, showcasing the takeout bag he carried. “Let me in? C’mon I’m starving and I kinda forgot to eat lunch sooo…” 

Tsukasa frowned but stepped aside to let him in. “You should remember to eat, Hinata-kun. You can’t be that busy that you’re forgetting.”

“Geez, judge someone much? I thought you were just being grumpy in your texts, but you really can’t believe that I’m busy. Don’t you realize this is prime time for someone like me? Why, you kids need all the help you can get!”

“I keep telling you I’m older than you.”

Hinata shrugged as he walked inside, setting the bag onto the kitchen counter. The smell hit Tsukasa in a nostalgic wave, the flavors reminding him of dark wooden tables and dim lighting. Of the sweetest yet still savory ramen he’s ever had, and the way Hinata had shook his arms with exclamations of ‘I told you so’. 

“That,’ Tsukasa said, “smells so much better than I remember.”

“I told you it’s the best. You can harp about the fancy ramen you’ve had with your parents all you want, but this is how it’s supposed to be. Nice, warm, and comforting.” Hinata opened the bag and took out his container, popping the lid off with a grin of satisfaction.

“I have some bowls we can use. Better than eating from the plastic.” Tsukasa took two porcelain bowls out from the top shelf of his cabinet, turning to see Hinata staring at him.

“You went on your tiptoes. It’s cute. Y’know, if you need help reaching something then the magic word is please.”

And here we go with the teasing. This guy never stops, Tsukasa thought as he glared at Hinata.

“I can reach everything just fine. You keep thinking you’re all these things I’m not, like how you think you’re older and taller. You have, at maximum, two inches on me. What is it they say? ‘You’re one to talk’?” Tsukasa snapped, placing the bowls on the counter and taking out his own food. “I was going to offer you tea, but now I have half a mind not to. You don’t deserve my tea.”

Hinata widened his eyes in mock hurt, speaking in an exaggerated tone. “Oh, Tsukasa-kun! You wound me! Mar me! Kill me! And two hundred other synonyms I don’t feel like listing out. The humanity! I’m so hurt I… I may just start crying… I don’t… sniff sniff… I don’t think I can help someone so mean…”

Tsukasa huffed and turned away, picking up his kettle to fill it with water. It was hardly for Hinata’s sake. Tsukasa knew he would start needing caffeine now if he ever hoped to get through an entire night of cramming with him, and if he had any hope of staying awake enough to retain his studies.

If only he were the one gifted with a photographic memory.

Tsukasa set the kettle onto the stove to warm up, and pulled out a box of assorted tea bags to leave next to it. He sidestepped past Hinata to fill his own bowl, who was already slurping away at his noodles while somehow conveying an annoying smirk with only his eyes. Irritation lit up under Tsukasa’s skin, and he grabbed his container and poured it into the bowl, moving too fast and causing a series of drops to splash around the counter.

“I’d say something, but I’m more sad than anything. That’s a waste of the most delicious broth in the world,,” Hinata said through a mouth full of food.

“It’s a few drops, it is not the end of the world.”

“Whatever helps you cope. So, are we eating in the kitchen, or? Not that I mind standing. It really puts into perspective those two inches I have over you.”

Tsukasa snatched his bowl and chopsticks, barely repressing a complaint and forcing Hinata’s words to roll off of him like oil on water. Except it felt more like trying to ignore a tick intent on trying to suck at his blood and scrambling all over his body.

“We’ll eat on the couch. I already dragged all the books that we’ll need out of my room.”

“Books that you’ll need.”

Tsukasa stuffed noodles in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to respond.

They sat down on the couch, Hinata dropping his backpack to the ground with a thud while Tsukasa waited for a quip about how his blankets complimented his nerdiness, or how only someone so stuffy as himself would have a decorative one. To Tsukasa’s dismay, Hinata didn’t give any of the blankets a second glance, instead sitting down with his legs criss-crossed on the cushion and focusing entirely on shoveling food into his mouth.

At least that was something Tsukasa could concede on. The ramen was good, the flavors so striking and unique that they kept fighting to drag Tsukasa’s mind back to that first time he ate it. That day, Hinata insisted on meeting at the restaurant despite Tsukasa’s protests that it didn’t exactly seem like a good place to study. And it wasn’t, he felt too awkward to even try bringing out a single stack of flashcards in that atmosphere of dim lighting and quiet, yet ample, background noise that drew one’s mind to a place of calm.

Hinata had forced him to sit down and share a pot of tea with him while they waited for their food. Tsukasa had the beginnings of a cold, and whatever was in that tea soothed his throat so well that whatever had tried to start was sent right out of his system. And once their food arrived, that was when Hinata started grilling him with questions like a human flashcard machine.

It wasn’t the most productive study session they’ve had, but it was Tsukasa’s fondest for some reason.

“So, what’s urgent tonight? You’re my best student.” Hinata paused to slurp more noodles into his mouth. “And aren’t your finals heavy loaded for the last few days? You have extra time.”

“You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full. It’s rude.”

“You shouldn’t avoid questions. It’s rude,” Hinata mimicked him. “And I’m your tutor! So, you gotta answer everything I ask related to your studies. That’s just the rules.”

Tsukasa bit back saying that the rules of common courtesy usurped the rules of informal tutoring agreements. “I’m struggling with property law. Again. I understood everything last week, and I could name all the landmark cases, and all the obscure ones we went over. Then I took a practice quiz this morning and I scored a 91.”

“Good job!”

“Not a good job!” Tsukasa scowled. “That’s one mistake away from an 89. Honestly, 95 is my low bound and I scored four points below that. I don’t have time to look through the book and remember what I’m forgetting.”

Understanding dawned on Hinata’s face and he nodded. “So, you want to bounce your head off of mine to figure out what you’re forgetting. Yeah, okay, I get what you’re saying. Do you think that’s going to take a whole night cramming? Not that I’m trying to get out of it! You bought me dinner and a deals a deal, but… you could have texted me and I would have told you the lists we made, y’know?”

Tsukasa bit his lip, poking the egg in his ramen around while his face grew hot. “If I’m being honest… that thought did not occur to me. I panicked, perhaps, in calling you here so suddenly.”

“I mean, it’s alright. Who doesn’t like getting free food? And I’m also super flattered you remembered my order.” Hinata grinned at him, and Tsukasa felt some of his embarrassment drain away, yet somehow replaced with a different sort of burning in his cheeks.

“I suppose I may have unconsciously had other intentions,” Tsukasa said as Hinata’s green eyes snapped to his with such intensity it nearly gave Tsukasa pause. “It’s always fascinating watching you work. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but it’s not like you meet someone like you that often, or ever. I can’t forget the chill I got back when we first met and you started reciting the textbook I was reading with your eyes closed. You’re amazing, and I like witnessing it as much as I can.”

While he talked, Hinata’s eyes lost their intensity and his smile grew in their stead, now stretched wide across his face as he waved his chopsticks around.

“Aw, well, it’s nothing. Lucky genetics and all that. Write some numbers on a piece of paper and flash ‘em to me and I’ll tell you them all. Or whatever other fun tricks you want.”

“Hmm,” Tsukasa hummed. “First 100 digits of pi?”

Hinata rolled his eyes. “That’s way too easy. A dedicated nerd can do that. Anyways, let’s start figuring out what law mumbo jumbo you’re forgetting while we eat, so that once we’re done we can jump right into it.”

Tsukasa agreed, and he started listing all that he remembered in between bites of gradually dwindling food. Hinata was an enthusiastic listener, always giving an indication of acknowledgement to Tsukasa, either nodding his head or his chopsticks, or through a series of ‘yeah’s’ and ‘uh-huh’s’ streaming through his lips. His eyes never regained their earlier intensity, but they also never left Tsukasa’s. 

For anyone else, he was sure the near constant eye contact would be discomforting— Tsukasa himself had the habit of maintaining direct eye contact, but because of that he was used to seeing people shift and look away from him. With Hinata’s unwavering gaze, Tsukasa suspected it was some sort of habit due to his memory. If one was able to remember all the details from a simple conversation, and all you had to do was to make sure you could focus and listen the first time, then you’d make an effort to consistently do that. That was Tsukasa’s theory at least.

They finished their ramen and began studying in earnest, with Tsukasa pulling out his textbooks to cover the near entirety of the coffee table like a tablecloth of legislative finery. Hinata grabbed the maroon blanket from the armrest, settling it across his shoulders like a cloak. The sight of it left a tingle in Tsukasa’s chest, giddy that he did good at making sure his blanket dilemma was solved.

Tsukasa meant what he said, that witnessing Hinata work was something special. He’d recite questions from previous practice tests he assigned Tsukasa, and recall with precise clarity the answer choices and the explanation for the correct one. Hinata could also socratic method circles around Tsukasa, able to ask a question and discuss with him as if playing the role of multiple fellow students, each with their own arguments and viewpoints. The only thing he lacked compared to his classmates was the condescending attitude, and when he tried making a joke about that before to Hinata, the other man smiled and said Tsukasa had the same exact attitude problem.

He did not have a comeback for that one.

A few hours later, as Tsukasa sat on the floor and flipped through a book on rental property law changes in the past five years, he found his mind drifting to a familiar question plaguing his mind. He glanced at Hinata, who had eventually put on his glasses and tied his hair back as he skimmed over some news articles on Tsukasa’s laptop.

Tsukasa clicked his tongue. They were due for a break anyways.

“Hinata-kun.”

Hinata’s eyes stayed on the screen a moment longer, finishing his line on the page, then looked up. “Did you think up an argument for overruling the rental clause we talked about? Bed bugs are serious business, you know.”

“No, it’s not about that. I had a question.”

“Well, usually when someone like you has a question you just ask it.”

“I’m not sure if it will be rude or not.”

The intensity from earlier flared behind Hinata’s eyes, curiosity boring into Tsukasa, as if shaking him to spit it out already.

“Just ask! I’m an open book. Kinda literally if you think about it in a test taking way.”

“Okay,” Tsukasa said. “How come you’re not trying to become a lawyer? You have all the knowledge needed for it, and I’m sure you could pass the bar right now if you wanted to. You could quite literally be the lawyer of the century if you went through the steps of getting the proper qualifications.”

Hinata stared at him, the silence stretching heavy over a few seconds while Tsukasa felt the oncoming reprimands for his nosiness prickling against his skin.

But Hinata just sighed and placed his elbow on the couch to support his head as he looked away. “I’ve already passed the bar. I did that years ago. That’s such a boring question. I thought you were going to ask me something more interesting like what my type is.”

“What the hell do you mean you’ve already passed the bar?” Tsukasa squawked, eyes widening with the new information. “If you did that then why are you wasting your time cheating on exams for law students? You could be in a courtroom right now presenting real cases!”

“Hey, okay, so when I say ‘passed’, I do mean in a more unofficial way. I don’t have a piece of paper or anything, so no courtrooms for me.” Hinata grinned at him, eyes squinting from it. “Besides, the last thing I want to do is be in a courtroom. That’s way too stuffy and boring for me. It’s more fun harassing you about article codes and clauses.”

“I don’t see how digging through papers is the fun part for you. In court is where you can actually present your case and do something else other than read legal briefs for hours at a time.”

Hinata took his glasses off, tapping his finger against the frame as he stared at Tsukasa. “Regardless, I don’t care about being a lawyer. It’s just fun to know things. Y’know, I passed the MCAT in the 99th percentile.”

“Bullshit. Why are you collecting exams like trophies? You are a very sick individual.”

“Such language, Tsukasa-kun. You should be more polite and sweet like me,” Hinata said. “And if it makes you feel any better, I make it my policy not to help med students. I’d kinda rather not have the future medical professionals of our generation be unable to do the work. That’s my geriatric butt in their waiting rooms in the future, so best not to shoot myself in the foot now. You’re welcome.”

Tsukasa narrowed his eyes. “You say that as if releasing a bad lawyer into the world isn’t a bad thing.”

“Ah, now I didn’t say that at all. A guy’s gotta make money somehow, right? And it’s the lesser of two evils, and even you can’t tell me it isn’t.”

“You’re insufferable.” Tsukasa leaned across his textbooks, as if inching closer to Hinata would let him understand the other guy more. “Why not actually go to med school then? I can understand not being a lawyer if you think it’s boring, but as a doctor you would be actively saving peoples lives. It would make a real difference to know mountains of information when trying to diagnose a sickness or disease.”

Hinata continued tapping his glasses, his smile shifting into an inquisitive look. “Tsukasa-kun, do you know the Chinese Room argument?”

Tsukasa’s nose wrinkled. “You could not possibly be comparing yourself to the Chinese Room. That’s a supreme overreach of the argument to try and apply it to yourself.”

“But you knew instantly what I was talking about! It has to have some sort of application, right? Just because I can list off anything about some topic doesn’t really mean I understand any of it. Even now, how do you know if I actually understand law or if it’s just that I’ve read so many practice tests that I can give an output that sounds about right?”

“Because I know you’re smart. You’re clever and witty, and you like shoving it in my face. And it’s not because you’re overcompensating, it’s because you’re good-natured.”

Hinata tilted his head. “Those are conflicting thoughts, aren’t they? I’m good-natured, yet I like shoving my intellect in your face. You make me sound like a meanie.”

“The point is you’re not,” Tsukasa said. He took a breath and met Hinata’s eyes with all his sincerity. “Hinata-kun, you are incredibly kind. I am grateful for all the help you have given me and I owe keeping my sanity during law school to you.”

“Whoa, where’s this coming from?” Hinata’s lips twitched into an uncertain smile. “Just cause we talk philosophy doesn’t mean you have to get sentimental.”

“I thought you would like to hear it.” Tsukasa stood, grabbing his empty tea cup from the coffee table. “I’m making more tea, would you like some?”

“Oh.” Hinata blinked. “Yeah, sure.” He held his cup out to Tsukasa, their fingers brushing in the handoff.

“Same flavor?”

“Yeah, with extra honey if you could.” He slid his glasses back on, diving back into his research on the laptop.

Tsukasa began to walk away, but glanced back at the sound of shuffling on the couch. Hinata was turned towards him, a soft smile on his lips as he spoke.

“Thank you, Tsukasa-kun,” he said earnestly. Tsukasa found himself smiling back until Hinata finished speaking, his soft smile slipping into a mischievous grin.

“For the tea, of course. These rich boy flavors are such a treat.”

I’m never going to win with him, am I? Tsukasa thought as he rolled his eyes and continued onto the kitchen.

He’d indulge Hinata’s teasing and tea requests for now. They still had a long night of studying ahead of them yet.

#ensemble stars fic #enstars fic #hinakasa #hinata aoi #tsukasa suou #law school au!! #hinata has a photographic memory and tutors tsukasa #pining #so much pining its sickening

[autisticmao]

GENRE: fluff

FEATURED: sena, yuki

WARNINGS: none

PROMPT: with coming home, mao, izumi and makoto can at last take a break

WORD COUNT: 697

izumakomao my beloved

"Finally, some peace and quiet!" The silverhead of the trio — Sena Izumi — groaned as soon as he, Isara, and Yuki walked through the door of their shared flat.

"Was being with the rest of Knights really that bad today for you?" Isara asked as he stood in the corridor, shutting the front door and sliding his shoes off and placing them by the skirting board of the plain off-white wall to his left.

"You don't even want to know, Isara..."

"Well, we've all been given a week off for a well worths break now, so you don't have to worry about them so much for the time being. Right now, we can focus on ourselves... and possibly head to bed because it is late." Yuki butts through whilst he knocked his head towards the corridor corner that led down to the bedroom.

"You're right. I suppose."

"I'm not going to bed yet. You guys can go on ahead, though." Isara announces as he takes two steps towards the living room doorway before being grabbed by the collar of his shirt, causing him to halt to a stop mid-step, "we're stopping you right there, mister." The response comes from the silverhead.

"Sorry Isara, but Sena and I made a promise to each other that it's you who especially deserves this break we have freely been given, which means no work at all within the next seven days or so."

"But I need to do the papers for Hasumi or otherwise—!"

Sena tuts and shakes his head side to side, his fierce azure blues focused on Isara sharply. "Those can wait. If I remember correctly, you said those papers aren't even needed until the end of next month. Learn to take a break, Isara. Otherwise, you'll be finding yourself in a grave sooner than expected from over-exhaustion."

A small whine of defeat leaves from the thin gap of Isara's lips.

"The papers will still be in your desk drawers by next week anyways. They're physical objects, so they can't run away if you don't touch them just for a bit." Sena continues.

"Makoto could possibly accidentally put the papers in the bin, though, like he has done, though."

"That was only one time!" Yuki huffed.

Sena then reaches a hand down to Isara's own, doing the same with Yuki a second after. "Now come on. I'm getting cold by standing here and talking, let's go to bed already."

"Alright," Isara let's out a small puff of a sigh as he let Sena drag him along to the trios bedroom.

Once inside, the trio of boyfriends respectfully change out of their day clothing and into their own sets of pyjamas (although, Yuki begged for Isara to wear the onesie he bought the said beaujolais younger last Christmas. He couldn't really say no to it, even if Sena teased him about wearing it — the onesie's two sizes too big on Isara.)

Sena immediately gets under the winter-thick duvet, with Isara climbing into bed beside him, and Yuki follows immediately after. As soon as Isara was halfway to laying down, Sena pulled Isara to lay his head over his chest — not that Isara minded at all, the silverhead was extremely warm in a comforting way.

Yuki pulls himself closer to the duo, laying one arm of Isara's side and just about leaning over Sena, too.

A minute later, Isara could feel his shoulders sagging in relaxation. The quiet of the evening sweeped by fast as he got to lay in bed peacefully with the two he loved the most.

A small, soft smile creases his facial expression as he closes his eyes. Maybe taking a break for a rare moment wouldn't be as bad as he always thought. Isara didn't always need to do any form of work to keep his mind busy, especially with his lovers surrounding him.

Just as sleep begins to wave its way through the ocean called his body, a few kisses were felt from Yuki and Sena. One on the temple and the other on the crown of his head. The kisses were gentle and quick. A few loving pecks.

"Sleep well, Isara."

i mayhaps have an obsession with the idea of mao in onesies...

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