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moon-lv3r · 9 months

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beach date ~ 🍅💯

🦋 category: one-shot

🦋 characters: karma, asano, mentions of asano's father

🦋 summary: a small and fun beach date was suddenly flipped upside down as asano suddenly passed out for seemingly no reason

🦋 warnings: heat stroke? bad parenting from asano's dad

🦋 notes: i accidentally deleted the ask from the requester omg i am so stupid istg... but i remembered their user (i hope) @project-neo thanks for requesting !

it was a request where asano, karma and reader were out at the beach and asano suffered from a heat stroke, due to his shitty father

there's a little part inspired by the manga where asano and his dad talk about suing each other that I decided to include in here bc I thought that it would be funny. I actually don’t remember if that scene was animated or not lol

The blazing hot sun did you no favour. Every step felt like walking on lava. Karma was behind you, laughing at your struggles, as if his hair wasn’t dripping with sweat this very moment. Asano walked behind the both of you, maintaining a distance he always had, fearing that he would be seen one day. He seemed to be embarrassed by the sight that had welcomed his eyes.

He was beginning to question why you had to plan a beach day. In such hot weather no less. It was psychotic of you. Asano was beginning to see that he seemed to have a type. He wondered why he even decided to go on this trip, he must have had a screw loose in his brain.

The sun had provided extra glare on the sea, the water surface reflecting off the light from the sun. Karma seemed to be well prepared for the day, which was obvious as he was the one who had planned it. You just joined because you had nothing else better to do. Asano joined because of your relentless talk about wanting a triple date. He could only give in to your charms.

The summer seemed to be the perfect time to visit the beach. The blazing sun shone the areas around the three of you as you all looked for the perfect spot to lay down beside each other, though Asano would prefer to keep his distance from the two of you, due to his fear of being caught. He had no idea as to why he was even involved with the both of you, it was something that just… happened. But he didn’t stop it either, Asano just chose to let the relationship continue. Whether it was a decision he regretted remains to be seen.

“Karma!” You shouted, “I found a spot!” Your arms waved enthusiastically, signalling for the boys to come over. Karma looked over and smiled, seemingly satisfied with the spot you had found.

“Not bad,” Karma replied as he placed his items before helping you to arrange yours neatly on the sandy ground.

Asano just followed, not wanting to argue as he had a bad headache. Perhaps it was due to him not being able to get enough sleep and thus not at his best. But he still decided to follow them on this date, for some unknown reason. Asano was beginning to think that he had broken his brain at long last, after his constant studying. There was something wrong with him, wasn’t there?

The sun continued to bake the ground and the sand they were sitting on, the shade doing little to lower down the temperature, though it was still better than being out in the open. Karma was getting restless, it was not a part of his plan to just sit around and let the sand be blown into their eyes. He wanted fun, his type of fun.

It was not a date with Karma if everything went smoothly without pranks.

“Y/n!” Karma chanted happily, with a wide grin plastered onto his face. You looked at him, confused but on high alert, one can never have their guard down around him. Even Asano had his guard up even though it was not his name that left Karma’s mouth.

One can never be so sure of their safety.

“What is it Karma?” You asked, ready to defend yourself. That only egged Karma on more as he inched closer, his hands hiding behind his back. You knew this could never be anything good.

He was Akabane Karma.

“Karma,” Asano began softly as he rested on the sand below him. “Can we have a normal date for once?” Asano seemed to be awfully tired and had his eyes shut despite being underneath the shade you had found. You just assumed that he was tired from studying all night.

You nodded in agreement, “Asano is right! We need a break, you know!”

Karma laughed in response, “Wouldn’t that be such a killjoy?”

You looked at his arms, tilting your head so that you could see what he was hiding. “A crab! You’re holding a crab!” You decided to guess. It was a wild one with no evidence but it was also the one that had made the most sense to you.

“Come on!” Karma continued, “We’re out here to have fun, aren’t we?”

You did not know how to respond to that, because technically, Karma was right. You were all out here to simply have fun. Though you were not interested in Karma’s idea of fun. It seemed more like hell to you.

“I'd rather die than enjoy the ‘fun’ you have for us,” Asano replied. It was like he had read your mind and said the exact words you wanted to come out of your own mouth.

Unfortunately, Asano’s words seemed to have little effect on Karma. It seemed as though nothing would have him under control. He was a wild animal it seems. You often wondered just how you got into this mess to begin with…

Karma still kept his hands out of view, which only solidified your thoughts further. It had to be a crab, there was no other explanation. What else could he take from a beach? Surely Karma would not take a jellyfish right?

And you would be right to think that it was a crab. Karma suddenly threw it at you, catching you completely off guard. You let out a loud screech before crawling over to Asano. All Asano did was to glance between the both of you, “Do I have to remind you guys your ages?” He said before laying down. His head was hurting badly and he needed that rest. It was just a headache, it will go away, right?

“Asano!” You began. “You’re sweating so much even under the shade! The weather really can’t be that hot!” You laughed.

Asano’s body seemed to be sweating a crazy amount, more than Karma even. Asano merely brushed your comments aside and ignored it, acting like all was normal with him. Though he could feel that there was something wrong.

Something wrong with his body

Karma, however, frowned and sensed that something was slightly… amiss. He squinted his eyes at Asano, who glared back. Karma was examining his dearest rival and lover, only to get a glare back, how kind of Asano. “Are you sure you are alright?” Karma asked.

Asano could only nod in frustration, “Do you guysss think… I am a small child?” He snapped, his words sounding slightly slurred and dragged on.

“How else are we supposed to treat you?” You joked, not sensing that there seemed to be something wrong.

“I don’t knoww,” Asano replied, his speech still dragged on as his head was hurting him more. “I’m goingggg to get sssomething.”

Asano tried to stand, but his legs seemed to give up on him. His hands reached for a tree as you stood up and rushed towards him, finally realising that something might just be a little bit wrong. Asano tried to tell you that he would be fine but he could not even stand properly.

“I- amm finee,” He said. His speech was sounding even more slurred than previously. He could not even speak like a normal person. Something was definitely wrong and you should have realised it sooner,

The gravity of the situation only fully fell upon you when Asano completely collapsed in your arms, going limp. Karma rushed towards the both of you and touched Asano. The both of you felt his bare skin. It was weirdly hot. Something seemed to be wrong.

“Heatstroke,” Karma quickly deduced. “I’ll carry him to the male’s, you call an ambulance.”

You nodded and handed Asano to Karma as quickly as you could. Next, you looked through your bag and took out your phone, dialling for the ambulance. You wondered if you should let Asano’s family know about it. They were a family… but they don’t know about you and Karma, for obvious reasons. You decided to play it safe and not call them. You will let Asano decide if he wants to call them when he wakes up.

Karma went to splash cool water on Asano using the showers while you called the ambulance. It did not take long for them to arrive and take Asano with them, though only one of you could follow Asano in the ambulance as there was limited space. Karma let you follow Asano while he took public transport. The paramedics assured you that Asano was not in any critical danger and that you guys had Karma to thank for his quick thinking.

Karma had always been smart, of course he would realise what was happening and immediately follow up with the solution to ensure that things would go smoothly. That was one of the reasons why you were drawn to him. He was just full of the unexpected and there would never be a second of boredom spent with him around.

The drive to the hospital was a mere ten minutes, yet it felt like the ride was longer than you had been alive. Your gaze was stuck on the unconscious Asano, your hands held tightly to his, hoping that he would awake and tell you that this was all just a huge, elaborate prank by him and Karma, though it was unlikely. Asano would never work with Karma for a prank. That wouldn’t be Asano anymore.

You followed the paramedics as they rushed Asano into the hospital, into a room, until you were not allowed to follow them anymore. You texted Karma your location, hoping that he would join you soon. Karma took a while to arrive but you were glad that he did. The both of you sat in silence, your lovely beach date ending just like that. You two still had to figure out the reason behind Asano’s heatstroke as well.

Why was he severely dehydrated? Why was he severely dehydrated? It didn’t seem to make any sense that Asano would just not drink water, there had to be something more behind it. Asano was not the kind that would just risk himself like that. Karma shared the same thoughts as you as well. The both of you decided to approach Asano about the topic in the best way the both of you could, without pushing him away.

“We should just ask him,” Karma suggested, “Like a casual conversation. Talk about it like its some normal thing.”

“And how do you even go about that?” You asked, “How do we even phrase it?”

Karma paused as he thought about it. His gaze fixed on the wall in front of him as he tried to figure out ways to your dilemma. Asano was still not a very open person despite being with the both of you. It takes a lot, trying to enter his world that he had kept closed to many around him. You were just scared that he would not be truthful.

“We can just say ‘why did you faint? What did the doctors say?’,” Karma suggested.

You nodded in agreement as the doctors exited and approached the both of you to inform you two that Asano was alright, he just had a heatstroke and that he had been transferred to a room for further observation, but he should be fine to leave in a few hours. The doctors even thanked Karma for his quick thinking, otherwise who knew what might have become of Asano Gakushuu.

The both of you thanked the doctors before heading off to find Asano to check up on him. There he laid on the hospital bed, looking the same as ever. His face facing out the window. His eyes glancing at the scenery.

“Asano,” You chanted with a huge smile on your face as you slowly approached him.

“The doctors said I got a heat stroke right?” He asked.

You paused as your mind scrambled about to find the right words to respond, but Karma managed to beat you to it.

“So straightforward!” Karma laughed, “How did it happen to you?” He asked in the most inappropriate, unserious tone you had ever heard from Karma. He had just gone against the plan!

Asano sighed as he turned to face the both of you, “You know… my father.”

Karma laughed once more, you shot him an unimpressed look while Asano looked as annoyed as ever. “A man can’t just cause heat stroke, you know,” Karma replied.

Asano rolled his eyes, “My father did not allow me to drink anything if I could not pass the papers he made me to! I can’t drink a single glass if I don’t meet his expectations.”

Oh…

You did not know how to respond to that. It was not what you were expecting to hear. You knew Asano had problems with his father but you never knew it would be this bad. That man should not be a father.

“Sounds like a good lawsuit, child negligence. Don’t you think so?” Karma responded, saying the last thing you expected to hear in a situation like the one you were in right now.

You stared at him with the most judgmental face you could show while Asano actually seemed amused by what Karma had said.

“Now that,” Asano replied. “Is a good idea, I wonder how much I can make from this.”

You frowned at the both of them, absolutely bewildered at what had just happened, at what you had just heard. It was more than crazy. Have they gone insane?

“Y/n,” said Asano, “You seem scared.”

“Yeah,” You replied, “At how crazy the both of you are.”

Asano and Karma laughed like it was just a silly joke. You just kept your judgemental face and looked at them. Why were you even involved with them was anyone’s guess.

The hours ticked by and soon, Asano was allowed to return to his home. He was already getting tired of the hospital bed and the food was not suitable to his taste, he had asked you to grab some food for him. He was lucky that he only stayed a few hours, you had thought about making him and Karma stay longer due to how crazy they have been.

You and Karma had to ensure that Asano made it home safely, not that you were complaining. It was the funniest and weirdest date you have ever been on with those two. After telling Asano to drink more water, and Karma telling him to drink from the toilet if he had to, the both of you made your way home.

Things with the both of them can just be so crazy sometimes.

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma #asano gakushuu #gakushuu asano #polyamarous #assclass #karma x reader #asano x reader #karma x asano x reader #beach date #heat stroke #this was lowkey fun to write even though i’m not a shipper #i’ve never really seriously wrote a poly #the first karma asano one does not really count since it’s not really a fic #gender neutral reader

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hdhdgsgs · 1 year

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Can I request karma x reader(fem) x gakushuu? But no smut and it's like totally (as much as it can be with this boys ) healthy romantic relationship. I especially want to know about 1e reaction and how would they hide it from asano's dad (and probably the rest of the school).

These two boys at the start would be an absolute handful, especially when you are around, they are always looking for ways to one up each other. Always fighting for your affection and sometimes the others.

They do love each other a lot but coming to grips with it would be a challenge for both because of their personalities and pride. Basically the first time they would admit it would be after arguing and in private being tired as hell they would finally admit it to each other, angry/exhausted confessions.

When they realised they liked you it would be individually and they would push the feelings to the side because they would think it was wrong when they already like each other, confessing to them wouldn’t be the best course of action bc both are loyal and would reject you.

Instead they would sit down and talk about the feelings and realise that they both feel the same for you, in doing so with all the connections and money both families have, they would set up the most romantic date ever to confess to you, saying it’s just a meeting then leading you to a mountain decked out in flowers and decorations. Even a freaking famous band to play in the background, the actually confession would be heavily practiced and rehearsed, scripted to be the most heart felt thing you’ve ever heard, maybe written by a famous author.

The actual relationship would be amazing once everything settles down, dates ranging from picnics in a park to flying you to Paris for the evening for dinner, just because they can. I can see Gakushuu’s love language being gifts because his father would give them to show love instead of actually spending time with his son (relatable *crying*) so lots of gifts will be given to you, although he does put in more effort to the relationship quality time wise than his father ever did with him. He would spend hours thinking about the best gifts to give you and Karma that not only suit your personalities but something you would like and actually be useful.

I can see Karma however being more of a quality time person because of the literally 0 time his parents give him, he would rather be with either of you instead of being by himself for one second because he gets extremely lonely. Not that he would ever admit it, or not for a long time anyway. Because of that he would plan dates a lot or just ask (tell) you to come over. Sometimes he just wants to have you near while he does his own stuff and doesn’t want to talk, but he’ll express that so you don’t make him agitated (in the best way possible). Sometimes he just doesn’t want to talk or touch at all but he doesn’t want to he alone either.

Neither would be good with expression their love in words which was fine when they were only with each other but with you it was something that’s needed. Every week they would take some time to tell you and show you how much they love and appreciate you, Gakushuu might even make a slideshow of what you both have done and how much you’ve it meant to him, while Karma would just speak from the heart, but it would take a while to get the words out properly so when he has time to himself he usually writes it all down as notes so he can go off that while still making it special because it’s not scripted necessarily.

At first Gakushuu would be very against letting his father know in any capacity because of the fear and resentment he harbours for his father but also the fear he will make you all break up. On some level as well he doesn’t believe his father deserves knowing. After a year or two however, especially when everyone leaves his fathers schools, he would start bringing you to family events/meetings etc, his father wouldn’t be happy at the start especially because of the throuple and his son dating a male and that male being karma but eventually he just doesn’t care anymore, his success matters far more than who his partners are in his eyes.

If either of you broke his sons heart in a brutal way however, your life would be essentially over. Even if Gakushuu begs him not to and does everything in his power to stop it, his father does love his son and would see it as a natural reaction, no one is allowed to hurt his precious/golden/only child (except for him apparently).

Hiding it from the school would be mostly easy as both boys aren’t very touchy, especially early in the relationship. Most meetups after school would be at Karma’s house as it’s empty 99.9% percent of the time. Dates would usually fly under the radar of Gakushuu’s father, except on school nights or times when they had a scheduled meeting with either each other or important clients.

Class 3e would find out because Gakushuu would send gifts that everyone would ask about so Karma nonchalantly explains that you’re all dating or he would visit himself and ask for the two of you to talk which Class 3-E would eagerly listen in to. Shock all around, especially from Koro-sensei who had pairing already made, no worries tho, he’ll change them quick to match the love triangle going on. Lots of questions and gushing would ensue, ending eventually with then having to swear not to tell anyone, especially on the main campus (as if any main campus students would even talk to them anyways). Okuda might be a slight it sad but she’d hide it well and get over it in a few days, all would wish you well and slightly threaten mostly Gakushuu but both boys not to hurt you. Of course Gakushuu can’t know about Koro-sensei so he’d hide but watch and observe, you may even be able to spot him in the distance of future dates.

I could go for hours about the long term stuff which you might like but that wasn’t specifically requested so I won’t…

#fanfic #assassination classroom #fanfiction #akabane karma #assassination classroom x reader #karma #karma akabane #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #fluff #asano gakushuu #asano gakushu x reader #asano Gakushuu x reader x karma #karma x asano x reader #asano x reader #asano x reader x karma #karma x reader x asano

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poppylovestowrite · 6 months

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I just read the karma reacting to reader crying over bad grades, could you please do it with Gakashuu pleasee

Gakushu has the best scores.

Everyone praises him and is pretty much idolized.

As his girlfriend, you need to reach his level.

Like, what would everyone think if the amazing Gakushu Asano was dating someone with poor grades.

Suffice it to say, the pressure was on you.

You study harder than you ever had.

And you were even more motivated when Gakushu praised you for all your hard work.

However, you ended up overdoing it.

You skipped meals and sleep.

So when your grades got worse and worse, you began to panic.

You hid your grades from your boyfriend, fearing he would hate you.

But you couldn't hide it from him forever.

Being the son of the chairman came with a few perks.

One of those perks was being able to see everyone's overall scores.

That included you as well.

So, when he sees how badly you've been doing on your grades, he confronts you about it.

And that's when you break down.

You cried and cried, which stunned your boyfriend.

All he asked was why you've been keeping your bad grades a secret from him.

He wasn't mad, so why are you crying?

Actually, he can somewhat understand.

If he ever got poor marks, he would die in humiliation if you were to find out.

"(Y/n)... it's alright. I'm not upset so could you please stop crying?"

He would speak to you gently and tenderly, but when it doesn't work, he begins to panic a little.

You're his first girlfriend and as popular as he is with girls, he was unsure of what to do at a time like this, due to never having a close relationship with any girl.

Gakushu would end up gently grabbing your shoulder, trying to get you to look at him, but to no avail.

"Can you at least look at me? I promise I won't be mad."

In a desperate attempt, you would hug him.

Now, Gakushu isn't the most affectionate person, but he does soften at your touch and lets you use his shirt to dry your tears.

He doesn't hug you back, but he gently pats your back.

When you calmed down, he would offer to buy you some ice cream and that's when you told him about your unhealthy work schedule and told him how much pressure you felt to be with him by getting the same scores as him.

Gakushu admires your dedication, but he assures you that the grades you were getting previously were amazing.

He doesn't want you hurting yourself just so you can be with him.

His father's teaching methods were unhealthy and he doesn't want to put you in the same type of hell.

After some talking, you began to feel a lot better.

Gakusuh would now always remind you not to over-study.

And when you need help going over a subject, he would gladly help you.

#Gakushu is a softie #assassination classroom #anime #romance #asano gakushuu #asano x reader #studying #overstudying

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animeyanderelover · 2 days

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Heyy first ask from me❤️

How about Gakuhō Asano(The dad) with the prompts 17 and 212 Ty!!! And could it be nsfw?

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, isolation, blackmailing, Stockholm Syndrome, Nsfw, dub-con, female reader

Words: 4k

Prompt 17 + 212

"You've gotten a new haircut."

Your fingers instantly run through your trimmed hair when his deep voice states your new change despite the fact that he hadn't even bothered to look at you, violet eyes focused on some documents he held in his palms. His pupils ran across overything carefully noted down on the paper, memorising everything within only a few seconds before his gaze finally found yours.

Fear lit up in your core when those violet orbs rested on you. There was always fear with Gakuho involved and he didn't even need to be present for you to feel the gnawing anxiety in your heart. You felt your heart, already beating at an faster rate than it would have done normally, picking up its pace. Your palms became sticky with sweat as you could only drown in those inspecting eyes, unable to move even a finger.

Was it not to his liking? But you thought-

"It suits you. I'm glad that you considered my suggestion."

Although his voice was rather monotonous and didn't sound very impressed, you could pick up the pleased gleam in those terrifying eyes as his gaze took in everything about your changed hairstyle to commit it to his memories.

You couldn't help the warmth traveling through your body when he praised you, contrasting the fear still embedded into your every cell. Your hands started fidgeting around, your focus shifting around as you felt squirmish in your spot. It was rather confusing and partially even irritating for you to feel so flattered and excited whenever he praised you for your submissiveness.

It was wrong to react positively to the words of a monster hiding behind the mask of a human yet there was warm goo pooling in your stomach when his rich and deep voice stroked your brain in all the right ways. There was a warm tingle spreading from your ears to your toes when he closed the distance between the two of you, his arms encircling your frame as he pulled you flush against his chest.

The sensation of cold lips against your heated forehead only fanned the burning fire inside of you. Only a few months ago you would have cringed upon feeling his touches anywhere on your body, the cold skin of his perhaps a reflection of the dead heart somewhere in his chest.

That person had been a different person though. A stronger and more independent person. Not you.

Instead you reveled in the affection he gave you, your hands grasping his brown suit as you leaned into the feeling of his lips. Gakuho was a very busy man and you had always known that which made every bit of love he showed you all the more valuable and meaningful as you absorbed it all as if you were a dry sponge.

Cool hands found their way to your waist before possessively trailing their way up your body, dancing over the curves of your body before resting on your burning face. You were positive he could feel the warmth of your skin as his fingers danced across your shape, playing with you and your feelings as a different heat started to spark in your lower body.

A dulcet hum left his lips as his violet gaze drank in the sight of your bashful expression and the warmth of your cheeks contrasting his cool palms. Your eyes fluttered when you heard the melodic sound, washing away everything until only a tiny voice somewhere in your head remained, chastising you for giving in to him.

There was a prominent fuzziness clawing at your mind though the longer you stayed in his arms as if you were getting drunk on his very presence. Your thoughts only dulled further when his chilly lips found your own and claimed them for himself.

You couldn't find the necessary willpower to push him away even if you could still feel somewhere in the abyss of your heart a twinge of mortification. One of his hands glided away from your cheeks, traveling along your neck. When his fingertips brushed over your pulse, you could feel a shiver running down your spine.

You barely managed to scratch together a semblance of composure when he pulled away, your heart hammering against your ribcage as you were panting. Temptation only grew with every brush of his fingers against your burning skin as a needy ache started making itself known between your legs, vulnerable and weak to your knees as he held you.

It was unfair that he held so much power over you financially and emotionally yet to your distant horror the feeling flowing through your blood wasn't fear. It was something much worse.

Anticipation.

His warm breath hit your face as he leaned in again, his lips brushing your own yet not moving in any closer which only made your heart pound more eagerly in your chest. Your fingers grasped the smooth material of his business suit tightly when he left you waiting, drawing out your quiet suffering for his own enjoyment.

Glowing eyes relished at the sight in front of him as your own pleading and anticipating orbs were trying to beg him wordlessly to end the little mindgame he was playing with you right now. You were as easy to read as a book, only that now you weren't even attempting to hide your thoughts and feelings from him.

How charming.

Dizziness washed over you when he pushed your head forward until both of you locked lips again, his hand holding your nape as the kiss deepened. There was something dominating and greedy behind the kiss which only added to the pool of heat gathering in between your legs as his grip grew tighter on you. One would think that the knowledge that your mind, your body and even your heart already were in his possession would satisfy him but Gakuho had always been dangerously ambitious. In that moment as he refused to allow you even time to breathe, you felt like he was trying to suck your soul out to claim it for himself as well.

The loss of the sensation of his mouth on yours had you wobbling on your feet as the feeling was ripped away from you, only his hold on your warm body stabilising you somewhat. There was an enticed look in your eyes as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. A pleased gleam was visible in his eyes, violet orbs looking at you predatory as he knew he had you exactly where he wanted.

Your breath hitched in our throat when one of his hands snaked his way to your thigh, caressing the heated flesh, excruciatingly close to the burning ache only inches away from his cold fingers. They didn't move any further though, only tracing patterns on the inside of your thigh, leaving you hanging on purpose.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His words eliciting aflame butterflies in your stomach, kindling the yearning in your throbbing pussy.

"If you continue to behave so well, I might just reward you. Would you like that?”

Your brain felt like short circuiting for a few seconds, wrestling for anything to answer him with. It was hard to miss the insinuation he barely attempted to hide as violet eyes had darkened with lust. The shot of elictricity traveling through your body, only adding to the traitorous heat as it was clear what your body wanted.

You thought that you wanted it too. You wanted Gakuho to claim you for everything you had to offer so that you could be fully his. Somehow you couldn'r agree as easily though, a distant wave of destestation echoing somewhere in your heart.

He didn't intend to give you the chance to chase after that uneasy tremble within your feelings though, pulling you back to him before you could re-discover something that would only delay his plans that were within reach now.

"What does my good girl want right now? Just tell me and I'll give it to you."

A part of you was very well aware that he wanted you to wish for something very specific that would aid his own desires in that moment just as much. There was no such thing as a free will as much as there was an illusion of it with him. Gakuho was frighteningly good in the art of infiltrating someone's thoughts and coaxing them into acting the way he wished them to whilst leaving them under the impression that they were still acting on their own decisions. Your haircut had only been made because he had convinced you that this specific style suited you best.

A dull headache made itself apparent, only adding to your growing torment as your thoughts gained a life of their own, slipping out of your control and wriggling around inside your mind. Pieces of memories you had been trying to forget dug themselves up, images flashing before your inner eyes. There was a demon in each one of them, one staring at you with violet eyes that promised to devour your mind and soul until nothing would be left anymore.

How could you have-

"(y/n)."

His voice was bordering dangerously close on admonishment, the displeasure only subtly lacing his voice yet your ears could pick it up quite clearly. A new emotion blossomed inside your chest as you dared to look him in his eyes. Desperately you tried to search for any of the warmth you had seen just seconds ago but it had all but melted away, leaving you with nothing to detect his current feelings. He didn't give anything away, his expression more unreadable than a statue to you.

You were afraid.

But for all the wrong reasons. You didn't fear punishment or any consequences that might be afflicted upon you if you should displease him. No, it was a fear to displease and disappoint him. When exactly had you become so dependent on praises and affirmation from him?

"I'm sorry..."

Your voice was but a mere croak as those words left your mouth. A part of you recoiled when you heard yourself due to the sheer embarrassment of your pathetic demeanor but the sorrow you felt dwelling in your soul was stronger than the shame.

The silence that followed after your apology was painful, although most likely only for you. Gakuho, the one always in control of the atmosphere and people around him, was assessing you silently. There were still traces of your not so desirable denial left, even though he was pleased to see that his influence on you was still bigger than whatever silly resistance still welled in your heart.

"You're overthinking too much," he sighed, the vice around your heart loosening as the air became lighter, the previous tension slowly disintegrating. The fear still lingered though as you nodded, attempting to cut off your thoughts that fed the stress to your heart and mind.

The more you tried to will your thoughts away, the less manageable they became to you. A whiplash effect. They grew and sprouted, your agitated soul soil for them to form and grow.

The inner clash of emotions became plainly visible, especially to Gakuho. Your focus drifted away as you got lost in your thoughts again as it appeared to be too much for you to handle by yourself.

There was a look of overwhelmed fright in your eyes when you felt the cold touch of his hands again, sliding under the blouse you were wearing. You poor thing, lost in the harshness of your rapidly moving mind. Perhaps he should have made the choice for you from the very start as you were still not ready.

"Let me help you," his voice told you, his hands working to skillfully and swiftly unbotton your blouse as your bra was revealed to his sight. Your body had already made a decision if the needy pulse from within your pussy was anything to judge by. It was your head that threw you off though, triggering a nauseous guilt that didn't mix well with the growing heat within your core.

You could only watch as piece after piece of clothing was removed from you as well as him, your eyes appreciating his muscular torso whilst the sight simultanously triggered swirling dread in your mind.

Your heart felt light yet heavy within its frantic beats when your back made contact with silky sheets and a soft mattress, your hands resting on his chest the moment he was above you. You could feel his own heartbeat right beneath where your palm was resting, the composed rhythm of his own heart a contract to the drums of your own beat that you could sense and even hear. You didn't know whether you desired to push him away or pull him closer to you, the unsteadiness of your own feelings heightening your anxiety and stress.

You had wanted this and you still wanted this but the imagination of giving him the last thing he hadn't attained yet from you, the last thing you could still confidently call your own, suddenly transformed into a nightmare you didn't want to become reality. There would be nothing left for you if you would let him pluck away your innocence.

Was this really alright? Was this really what your heart wanted?

Goosebumps and warm tingles only testified that your body desired him as his hands trailed along your body, your stiff body unconsciously relaxing a bit when it felt his touch.

There was apprehension and conflict still in your gaze as your eyes followed the trail of his hands before looking at him. You looked upset more than anything, your inability to settle for a decision frustrating you. There was a silent question enciphered in those troubled orbs of his, one Gakuho didn't need long to decipher.

You wanted him to make the decision for you.

By believing yourself to be ill-equipped to make the right choice, you instead chose to place your trust in him by believing that he knew better than you. It was something he hadn't initially expected for you to express to him but it worked just as fine for him in that moment.

You closed your eyes for a moment as you withdrew your hands from his chest, taking deep breaths to force your muscles to relax. The tumult in your mind was still pestering you, tormenting you with the inability to quench the fright and stress.

Only the sensation of hands and lips traveling all over your body offered comfort, the icy touches against your heated skin a sensation that demanded attention even admist the silent chaos in your head. The tension got slowly drained from your body, the man above you seeming to know your body better than you as his fingers pressed into bundles of your nerves, coaxing your muscles to loosen.

A throaty groan slipped from your lips when you felt the pressure in your shoulders disappearing as he kneaded all the tension away. One of your eyes cracked open and the violet ones that stared right back at you frightened you for a while before you relaxed again. There was more trust in your eyes this time, your body less stressed after his help.

There was barely anything Gakuho needed to do as you offered him access to your neck willingly, savoring the coldness that caressed your pulse and tasted your skin. You could feel his lips curling into a satisfied smirk when he discovered a sensitive spot on your neck that had you squirming and grasping his shoulders for support when you felt teeth teasing the spot before biting down, sending yet another spark straight to your cunt that had you clenching around nothing.

“Your skin is so soft," you heard, and especially felt, him cooing against your neck, his rich and dulcet tone making your heart swoon effortlessly.

Your breath hitched, mostly with aroused anticipation as one of his hands finally decided to see for himself just how wet he had gotten you. What you had already perceived as cold touches felt downright icy against the hot throbbing of your cunt, your legs slightly shaking with the desire to press together as he started tracing your outher lips.

Still, there was a tint of something else beneath your arousal. Previous apprehension and a natural nervousness were still alive within you, your fingers twitching nervously.

His other hand found one of your twitching ones, interlacing his fingers with your own. You immediately squeezed his hands, your gaze quivering ever so subtly as you gazed at him with those quiet yet still present emotions.

There was a fondness in his eyes that had your heart gushing sweetly, a stupid giddiness that you were probably the only one who could awake such a rare softness inside of him even if you were fully aware that the little power you had over him, he had hundredfold over you.

"Trust me."

He didn't need to see the nod you gave him to confirm what he knew anyways as he eased a finger inside of your wet and tight hole, followed instantly by a second one.

The stretch that came with them might not have been anything huge but it was still more than enough to put you for a while on edge, the sensation foreign and unfamiliar, edging on uncomfortableness. You tightened your grip on his hand, your free one finding its way to his shoulder and gripping his form tightly to vent out some of the tension you felt, especially once he started moving inside of you.

Whilst it didn't hurt, the slight sting of his long fingers moving inside of you and stretching you initially wasn't something you could say you were enjoying either. Your knuckles had gone white with the tight grip you were applying to his hand and his shoulder, your lips pursed into a thin line as you tried to get used to the sensation of two fingers scissoring you from within your vagina.

"It's going to be alright. Just give it a few moments," he reassured you in a humming tone, pressing something you hoped to be a sweet kiss against your temple.

True to his words, the uncomfortable sting gradually ebbed away as your body got used to the stretch, your walls accomodating the slick fingers inside of you with more ease. You felt your breath growing heavier, all the troublesome thoughts spinning away from you the more you felt his fingers moving around inside your tight heat. It felt liberating, the growing pleasure only adding to the sweet relief as your focus shifted to the cold hand pleasuring you down there, your hips bucking carefully against his in an attempt to get him deeper inside of you.

A hair-rising glint appeared in his eyes when he noticed the movement of your hips, the corner of his lips tugging up into a subtle yet rather dark grin.

Wordlessly he added a third finger into your wet and hot mess, his lips on yours again, predatory and claiming. The whine you let out when his thumb found your neglected clit and drew tantalizing circles over it was swallowed by him, your walls clamping down on his fingers that were exploring and stroking parts you hadn't let anyone before him feel.

Your legs tried to trap his hand when he abruptly removed his fingers and hand from you, the feeling of loss leaving the now prominent emptiness inflamed but his own legs in between yours didn't allow for you to keep that joyous feeling within you.

Maybe a part of you would have felt inclined to feel embarrassed about the upset emotions of yours when he stopped pleasuring you and perhaps later on you would wish that you had felt that way right then.

You found it hard to re-gain your focus and thoughts though when you felt something much larger and harder pressing against that bleeding source of heat. You felt your heart tumbling with thrill and your pussy pulsing in demand.

The stretch was still prominent and much more intense despite the preparation Gakuho had given you beforehand as he eased his cock inside of your soaked hole, each inch leaving a raw yet pleasurable burn that forced sharp intakes of air out of you.

You were trembling by the time he bottomed out fully, lightheaded and dizzy from the long kiss and the feeling of him fully settled within your tight walls. Despite your body's craving for stimulation, neither of you moved for a while. You could sense his darkened eyes inspecting your reaction in consideration of your first time with him. You wanted to express your desire and your avid need after a few moments but couldn't grasp the right words even as you parted your lips in search for them.

"I know."

The warmth of reassurance was undeniable when you heard his words, the building frustration bursting like a bubble. Of course he knew. He always knew when it came to you.

Every thrust was smooth and deep as he set a slow pace, pulling out of you until only his tip was kissing your wet hole before slamming back until his hips met yours. Any moans and whimpers of you went unheard though, his lips barely separating from you in consuming kisses and aiding your growing dizziness.

All previous guilt was replaced with searing elation as you found yourself pressed beneath him, connected to him, in ways no one else would see you and vice versa. You relished in the feeling of his dick grazing your nerves, relished in the feeling of his cooler body heating up against you as he thrusted inside of you and how his hold on your hand was possessive yet somehow equally as intimate as everything else and in that moment you wished to always feel such stupid euphoria when with him.

Blistering heat kept on being fueled with every brush of his cock against your bundles of nerves, your whines gaining volume and judging by the way he picked up speed, you could tell that he was feeling it too.

A coil of burning pleasure came into existence within the pits of your stomach, each movement of his tightening the smoldering pressure inside you. It almost felt like you could sense the light at the end of the tunnel, spurring you on as your hips met his own with each movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin only another component within the symphony of muffled moans and groans.

"G-Gakuho, I think-" you tried to stutter out as you gasped for breath when he pulled momentarily away from your lips, giving you a few seconds to inhale oxygen before resuming the feverish kiss. You didn't need to say anything to him, he could already tell from the increased frequency of your walls pulsing tightly around him, embracing every inch and vein of his manhood.

Whilst you had a foreboding already, you weren't able to pinpoint when exactly you wouldn't be able to take anymore. The coil inside of you snapped unexpectantly, eliciting you to let out a barely suppressed shriek as waves of blinding bliss drowned every coherent thought inside of your mind that was still left there, your pussy weeping as you coated the sheets underneath you as well as his dick in the release of your ecstasy.

You barely had the focus left to feel that he was still fucking you through your pleasure before the vice-like grip of your cunt coaxed his own orgasm out of him, his release mixing with your own.

Your whole body was twitching, your chest heaving as you tried to come down from your high as every movement felt far more intense than it was. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage whilst you were panting for air, slowly gaining the ability to think back.

You wondered if you should say anything as you laid there, vulnerable and spent. Before your exposed heart could come up with anything though, you felt his member hardening again inside of you.

A small whine escaped your lips, emotionally and physically rather exhausted after everything. A lew chuckle vibrated through his chest when he heard your tiny protest, greedy eyes staring down at you.

"I understand that you're quite tired after everything but you don't have to do much. Just lay down and let me take care of everything."

#yandere assassination classroom #yandere ansatsu kyoushitsu #yandere gakuho #yandere asano gakuho #yandere x reader #yandere x you #assassination classroom x reader

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shysheeperz · 1 year

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#mission yozakura family #:')#yozafam #yozakura san chi no daisakusen #hitsuji gondaira #manga #long post #asano taiyo #asano hide #asano hikari #mangacaps #caps #myf spoilers #taiyo asano #hide asano #hikari asano #rei yozakura #yozakura rei

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evilphrog · 3 months

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Something I love a lot about He Who Fights with Monsters is the large running theme about how self-improvement does not mean growing closer to a singular ideal of behavior and values. It means learning what your own personal talents and flaws are, and optimizing them.

Most of Jason's worst mistakes in the book come about when he tries to act the way he thinks a good person is supposed to act. He always falls short, with catastrophic results, because he is not that ideal in his head. He will never be that good person. Instead, he has to learn what it means to be a good Jason Asano.

Rufus can never be the adventurer he thinks he should be, because, at his core, he is not one. He doesn't have the compartmentalization necessary to face death on a daily basis. What he does have is boundless empathy that cannot be contained. He is a teacher. He is an amazing teacher, and makes the world a better place by embracing that role. He is able to see the potential in everyone, and knows what to say and do to draw it out. He is not able to handle seeing that potential snuffed out in front of him. Much of his main conflict comes from wishing he was someone he is not, and hating himself for falling short of that.

Belinda tries to be a sidekick. She suppresses her own brilliance and agency, and instead assigns herself as the support person of Sophie, then Clive. She was raised in a world where her intelligence was not valued, so she tries to hide it, and act like an air-headed lackey. I think, deep down, she has the same fears as Jason about growing too powerful to be relatable to anyone around her, and ending up alone. When she embraces her full potential and self-sufficiency, she saves the day on solo missions, and returns to a team who loves her and trusts her. When she tries to obscure those traits, she fractures that trust. Her desire for a secure place to belong can only be achieved if she lets herself be independent.

When characters fail to embrace their true identities, or try to take on other ones, they hurt the people they love. The book does not shy away from the pain they cause, but also does not condemn them for it. Instead, they have to face the consequences of their actions, and work towards fixing things. And every time, their friends understand. They don't walk away. They give each other space to screw up, and to learn. They are allowed to try to do better. And better does not mean becoming a better person. It means becoming better at being themselves.

That is such a powerful message.

#hwfwm #he who fights with mosnters #rufus remore #Belinda Callahan #jason asano #I know I mostly make silly memes #But this book has changed the entire way I approach self-acceptance

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meltingpotimagines · 2 years

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Dating Asano as an E Class Student

Warnings: None

Request: "I would like to see fanfiction from assassination classroom with asano gakushuu, where reader is an e class student but she is with gakushuu (and it's totally normal, i mean he has his personality so it's not easy, but he's not too toxic or anything) and e class find out they are a couple. Maybe also some relationship headcanons (like what his father thinks about it etc.)." - @nemezisi

dating asano

as an e class student

name a bigger challenge i'll wait

y'all definitely had to hide it for a while

but nothing stays hidden forever

especially at that school aksjsks i still can't believe koro wasn't outed

class e was... well, let's just say not exactly happy at first

i mean, dating the enemy? have you lost your m i n d?

they weren't mean to you, but they most definitely questioned why you're dating him

somehow they managed to glare at him even harder after finding out

but eventually they realized that dating managed to mellow him out slightly and he wasn't treating you badly, so they chilled out

(they still don't really like him tho)

now his dad was a different story

he was beyond mad at you two dating

he claimed it was an embarrassment to his name and reputation

harassed nagged gakushuu endlessly

it was fine tho, he was used to ignoring his dad on matters he cared enough about

which in this instance, was you

surprisingly, you were never messed with??

possibly because anything he was capable of doing would affect your entire class

outside of expelling you of course but no way would your bf let that go without major clapback

he is his father's son after all

he mellowed out over you two dating after he finally accepted class e

(just another perk of having koro as your teacher)

asano definitely tutored you on any subjects you weren't good at

after all, how could he possibly date someone with poor marks in school?

(yet he chose to date someone from class e... astounding the way his mind works honestly)

he was def nice about it, but you could tell it was strained

he was used to tutoring students with already much higher marks so the extra amount of time (and patience) he had to take wasn't something he was quite prepared for

but he's learned plenty of self-control, so he never took it out on you

he just gave you lots of breaks

l o t s of breaks

isn't the greatest with affection

i mean, have you s e e n his dad? i doubt there's much in that household

but he still tries somewhat

like quick hugs or pecks on the forehead

be patient with him, he'll adjust eventually

he d o e s however give you compliments fairly frequently

they're not creative, or all that lovey-dovey, but he means them wholeheartedly and that's what matters

honestly, dating him despite your... scholarly differences turned out to be better than anyone in the school thought

after all, he's not bad at his core

just a little misguided

and who better to guide him in the right direction than you?

#asano gakushuu #asano imagine #asano headcanons #asano x reader #asano x you #asano x y/n #asano fluff #assassination classroom

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okchijt · 2 years

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Can you please do a Karma or Nagisa with an S/O who frequently cries? I have bad separation anxiety and abandonment issues and they’re my favorite characters

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! When I read this my first thought was "Why not both!?" and so I went with that! It's double the fun and comfort after all! I’m so sorry if Karma or Nagisa are out of character, it’s been a hot while since I’ve watched the show😅 I did some research when writing this to make it as accurate as possible, so feel free to correct me if anything is wrong! Hope it does the job for you or anyone who can relate to said request! And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy!❤

Karma Akabane

😈 The first time Karma saw you crying, his brain went full stop. He just stared at you with a dumbfound expression until he snapped out of it upon you noticing him and immediately rushing to your side to comfort you.

😈 Now Karma has never seen you cry until now and he never had the pleasure of comforting someone before, but he tried his best just for you. Whether that was trying to make you laugh or trying to make you tell him who hurt you, he'll do and say just about anything to make you feel better.

😈 Once you've calmed down and explained to him that when you woke up this morning and found him nowhere to be found(you two had a sleepover at your place) and with no message left behind you assumed the worst and all of your insecurities and worries came to light, making you start crying.

😈 Karma would be even more taken aback than he was before after hearing such news. He never once noticed you feeling this way because of how well you were at trying to hide it. Not knowing how to react, Karma would just awkwardly pat your head while giving you some words of reassurance, vowing to himself to do better.

😈 Karma will start to take mental notes of what makes you want to start crying, it could be the most severe thing ever or the stupidest reason for you to begin baling, but Karma would take both just as seriously. Though he sometimes thinks you're overreacting, he won't say anything and still try to calm you down with smooth words, hugs, and pats on the head.

😈 Karma will try to get rid of the problem as quickly as possible, as soon as he understands who or what will start making you cry, he will confront the issues head-on. If it's a person, for example, Asano was bothering you because of the class you're in, he'll literally fight them and threaten them. Maybe it's the sounds of nails on the board or visual gore in movies, or the fact you might arrive late to class. Karma might not understand all of your worries, but he'll shield you from them all proudly.

😈 You both agree that all of the things you're suffering from are tiring for both of you, so Karma will help you to the best of his ability to get rid of or at least lessen your fears. Karma's way of helping would include you facing all of your issues head-on. You'd have to explain to him what was bothering you at the moment to make you want to cry, and Karma would force you to face it while standing right behind you. Of course, he'd start slow with you though, like if interacting with people bothers you, he'd make you order something at a cafe while on a date at least once yourself. Or if a sound/visual is bothering you, he'd make you listen to the sound in minimal doses, each time turning the sound a little bit higher when you get used to the previous level. And with the visual, he'd put on the video or images in low resolution, turning it up each time you get used to the previous visual. When it's something out of your control, like being late to something or not being ready in time, Karma would tell you that you'll do better next time and congratulate you, and praise you with affection if you do actually manage to accomplish the thing that was worrying you.

😈 Now that was surprisingly the easy part for Karma to help you with. When it comes to your abandonment issues and separation anxiety, it's a different story. Karma would only ever do any research for his own benefit or for school, but you are someone immensely special to him so he'd start searching for ways to help you as soon as possible.

😈 With separation anxiety, Karma's way of helping you would include him leaving you with your favorite plushy or something that reminded you of him for brief periods of time and short distances at first. The first few times were extremely hard for you, almost immediately calling him on the phone to come back to you. To help you with that, he'd relax you by making you watch TV or read a book with the object in your lap while he left to do whatever. With time you'd get used to the separation and begin to handle it better.

😈 Another thing Karma would do is reassure you that he will be just fine upon leaving. Communicating to you that there is nothing to worry about, especially since you both know Karma can handle himself perfectly fine. Still, Karma will make an effort to send you a funny photo of himself and a message when he arrives home or at his destination safe and sound. Making you less anxious each time he leaves.

😈 Regarding your abandonment issues, you and Karma would start to notice your daily feelings, reactions urges, and words you choose to use. Which would lead to Karma challenging some of your limits and seeing how far he can stretch out dose feelings of yours. The more you force yourself to linger in those uncomfortable situations like not talking with him for a few hours or not being in his presence for a while, the more you'll begin to function independently without worry.

😈And lastly, know the difference between a feeling and a fact. Emotions can come over you and overwhelm you, but remember, feelings are temporary. Just like being away from Karma is, it wouldn't be long until you see and talk to him again. The feeling is him leaving, but it's a fact you'll see him again. So check the facts when you notice emotional overwhelm, and bring yourself back to your core.

😈 Everyone has their limits though and Karma gets that. So if he ever sees you're getting overwhelmed with his help or not up to facing anything that day because of how tired you are, he'll let you have a day or two without your "exercises". Instead, he'll spend the day with you doing whatever you want to do, anything you want is a-okay with him because it'd be his way of congratulating you for how far you've come. Whether it's small or huge progress, he's still proud and happy you're trying to help yourself. And at the end of the day, Karma will always reassure you he'll always be there for you, that he'll always come back to you, that he'll never leave you, that he'll always protect you, and that he'll always love you. After all, Karma is a man of his word.

Nagisa Shiota

🐍 Nagisa has already from the start been suspecting there's something going on with you, he could never pinpoint it though. He was also too shy to ask you himself, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

🐍 But during the last lesson of the day you, unfortunately, had fallen asleep due to overworking yourself and being tired. Thankfully Koro-sensei was nice enough to let you slide with that one and you slept throughout the whole lesson. By the time you woke up, everyone was already gone, even Nagisa who always walked home with you after school. That was when you started baling thinking he got tired of you and left you without saying a word, overthinking the whole situation.

🐍 Suddenly the doors opened revealing Nagisa standing in them, his expression turning to one of concern once noticing the state you were in. It was then that his suspicions have been proven correct once you explained the issues you go through daily after he told you that he left the class without you because Kaede forgot something from her desk and he ran after her to give the item back before quickly getting back to you to wake you up.

🐍 After much explaining from both of you, Nagisa would focus on trying to make you feel better. He'd hug you, walk with you home while holding hands, and offer to go to one of your favorite cafes for dessert. And on the way there he'd reassure you of how much he loves you and that he'd never leave you like that without a warning again.

🐍 Nagisa would be very similar to Karma in how he deals with your issues, but there are some differences! For example, Nagisa would also make notes, but physically this time to what upsets you to the point of making you cry. He would use the same technics as Karma, making you face those issues head-on with him being by your side the whole time, the only difference is that Nagisa would have more knowledge of how to help you in said situations.

🐍 He'd tell you to focus on taking slow, deep breaths. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. He'd lean on you and say to try to replace negative thoughts with positive ones or think about something funny or silly instead. Seeing the lighter, funnier side of a stressful situation can make things easier and stop you from crying so easily. He'd cup your face, make eye contact, and tell you that when a person cries their face tends to tense up. Focusing on the muscles on your face and relaxing them can help prevent crying.

🐍 And lastly, he'd sit down with you and just listen to you vent, failure to communicate properly can lead to anger and frustration, which can trigger the urge to cry. Learning how to express feelings clearly, staying calm, and using words can help to keep tears at bay. All of these are great ways to prevent or reduce someone from crying, and you can bet that after every exercise, whether it works or not, Nagisa will shyly cover you with affection and praise as congrats.

🐍 Now compared to Karma, Nagisa has more of a better idea of helping you with your separation anxiety and abandonment issues. Therapy! If you can't afford it then get ready because Nagisa and his mom are both ready to spend every penny to help you out with that. They just can't help it, they adore you too much! And of course, after every session, you'd have to tell Nagisa what your therapist recommended you try to do to get over your problems. And you can expect that Nagisa will make sure you follow through with them by also helping out.

🐍 When it comes to separation anxiety Nagisa would develop a quick "goodbye" ritual with you. Those rituals are reassuring and can be as simple as a special wave through the window or a goodbye kiss. It's important to keep things quick and not let the goodbye linger, it will help you realize that Nagisa leaving isn't as much of a big deal as it seems, but a normal thing instead.

🐍 Another thing he'd do is tell you the exact time he'll return or the day you'll see him again. It's supposed to develop the confidence that you need to handle separation, so it's very important Nagisa returns at the time he promised you. And he very much keeps to his word 100%, he won't betray the trust you put into that promise and it's a helping exercise, so you can bet that Nagisa will always return at the exact time he promised you with a little souvenir in hand as a gift for believing in him and yourself.

🐍 About abandonment issues, Nagisa would tell you to self-validate. And the reason is that if you don’t self-validate, you’ll be dragging your “seeking validation self” to anyone who will listen to you, unconsciously seeking their approval and validation. If you thoroughly self-validate on a daily basis, you can ask others for support, but it isn’t from the same desperation for them to grasp the intensity of your emotional experience. It'll make you feel stronger and more in control of yourself, so that means you won't feel the need to consistently seek validation from Nagisa or anyone else when you can do it yourself now.

🐍 Another thing Nagisa would tell you is to focus on making healing your responsibility. Yes, others may have hurt you, but this is your life, and the more important you make your healing, the farther you’ll get and the better your life will be. Taking accountability is the opposite of self-abandonment, it is the way to self-embodiment and self-care. That of course doesn't mean that Nagisa isn't there to help you out all the way he can. What he means by that is that in order to make any actual change, it's you that has to put all the work in, Nagisa is just there to add additional help when needed.

🐍 Of course Nagisa knows that you can get sometimes overwhelmed with everything you're going through, and just like Karma he will allow you to have some days to yourself without a care in the world. Rather he'd come up with a day with just you two filled with all kinds of your favorite activities, which would quickly turn into dates. But if you'd rather just stay at your or his house and just sit around doing nothing, that's fine with him too, whatever the love of his life wants is more than fine with him. No matter how big or small the progress you make in improving yourself, he's always going to be proud of you and remain by your side all the way. Just like Karma, Nagisa is a man of his word, so there's no doubt he's staying with you till the very end and it doesn't matter how many times he has to say it or show it, he will prove his devotion to you eventually. And when that day comes, you'll know just how much he loves you and will never leave you for the world.

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mxyirin · 2 years

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Yandere! Karma Akabane

― 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦

▸karma akabane is a fucking genius

▸that you knew

▸but what you didn't know was that he was a good actor as well

▸you both met in college

▸he was his usual self you know?

▸pranking teachers and other students, skipping classes, etc

▸the red-head delinquent would hardly pay attention to anyone as he went on in his life

▸then look at the surprised look on his face when he realised he ranked number two?

▸ok so he had already grown out of his bakugou phase after koro-sensei beat some sense into him during middle school

▸even during high school, he beat asano after which they went into separate colleges

▸karma looked up the top rankings as he read the name above his which stood on rank 2

▸rank 1 - [your name] [last name]

▸and he got curious of you

▸so now you were sitting on your chair browsing through your insta feed when a block of red hair meets your eye

▸you look up from your phone to see him casually sipping through a straw as he drank some strawberry milk

▸seeing him not reply or utter any words, you ignored him

▸"you're ignoring me?" karma asked

▸"who even are you?"

▸you didn't bother hiding your annoyed tone as you raised an eyebrow

▸"you don't know the person who you beat in school rankings?"

▸a smirk on his face, he replied before he continued to sip the drink in his hand

▸"i beat everyone, so like i asked who the fuck are you?" you deadpanned stunning him with your reply

▸and since then he was obsessed

▸obsessed with you

▸following you around openly, making sure you both will have your break [ie. lunch or breakfast depending on the time] together

▸told everyone that you were his rival so apart from him no one was allowed to make a move on you

▸well he did lie and not at the same time

▸karma would always scare anyone who held thoughts about you or those who spoke ill of you

▸of course, the only reason he labelled himself your rival is because if he actually told something along the lines of "[y/n] is mine" you would simply wreck him in the next competition or any exams

▸although he read books such as "the domineering president" and shit

▸he knew that if he tried all the idiotic things done by the male leads, instead of falling in love with him like the female leads did you'll definitely beat him up

▸the red-head had first hand experience after all

▸when you were having [your favourite food] and then he snatched it and took a bite of it

▸how you took the maths book and directly threw it at him

▸he really wondered why did you throw the book with so much strength not to mention the math one!

▸your friendship with him was a weird one

▸karma would always try to rile you up but you never did as he expected

▸you were too chill and calm

▸try to call you nicknames to fluster you but you only just smiled at him

▸this smile simply blinded him and even he wasn't aware of the dazed and obsessive look on his face as he kept on staring at you

▸you did not know why he was staring at you when all you gave him is a sarcastic smile

▸"listen here, my love" karma leaned towards you as your faces were only inches apart

▸even this did not fluster you as you just kept your face calm as always waiting for him to continue

▸and pressed a quick kiss on your lips as he leaned back again

▸this however did shock you

▸and what shocked you, even more, were the words he said next

▸"if you smile at anyone like that, i'll simply have to kill them all ok?"

#yandere #karma x reader #karma akabane #assassination classroom #yandere karma #anime #x reader #gender neutral reader

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The Drifter and the Stationary One

Pairing: Al-Haitham x Cyno

Summary:

The Mausoleum of King Deshret is a shrine to the dead; haunted by the mistakes of a man driven into madness. Only the dead linger there, waiting for the end of time to finally relieve them from their duty. At least, that's what the scholars who reside in Sumeru City are told.

After being exiled after a failed coup, Al-Haitham finds himself wandering into the abandoned mausoleum and inadvertently stumbling across something that he had never expected.

"Genre": Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

Word Count: 3,946

Warnings: None

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You and I are different. I'm a drifter; you're stationary. That's what it boils down to. When you're incompatible, you can't live together. You should know this.

- Atsuko Asano, No. 6 (Volume 9)

~ ~ ~

It is often difficult to find beauty in dangerous things; fear manipulating the beautiful into the revolting. What was once a source of comfort can quickly become an intolerable nightmare, threatening to consume everything it touches.

It's a survival tactic; nothing more, nothing less.

Human perception has very little effect on physical reality outside of itself. A spider is a spider, no matter how much a certain roommate claims that it is some incomprehensible abomination. The Akasha is simply a system, not the replacement for a supposedly absent archon that the sages keep claiming it to be.

No matter how much Al-Haitham rationalises it, however, he can't shake the revulsion he feels when he thinks about Sumeru City. In all the ways he knows it, the city is the same now as it was when he was a child... and perhaps that is what causes him the greatest discomfort. The idea that, if only a few weeks ago, you had asked him to describe the city he calls home, he would have called it one of the most beautiful places in Teyvat makes him nauseous.

Sure, his reasonings would have differed from his roommate who would have pointed to the architecture, or his colleagues who would have focused on the views offered by the lush landscape. Al-Haitham would have looked to the countless books which line the House of Daena, or dwelt on how his home always has a warm glow emanating from deep inside. If he had been in a particularly sentimental mood, he may have even gestured to the divine tree which caresses the sky, or the crystal waters which lap at the harbour.

But the root of the problem is still there, buried underneath a fanciful illusion that there was ever beauty to be found there.

Now the very thought of the place sends a shiver running down his spine. He can only see Sumeru for what it truly is; a façade to hide the self-absorbed arrogance of the sages who yearned to become more than what they ever deserved to be. Even the divine tree, once a shelter from the roughest storms, ended up holding a prison for an archon who was never given a chance to grow.

Is it possible for something so corrupt to ever be beautiful? How could the word even hold meaning when it is so loosely used and so easily defiled?

These would be the types of discussions he would roll around in his head, sometimes seeking the opinions of others be them from the scribbled ravings of scholars from long ago, or from Kaveh’s impassioned ramblings about the most recent infringement on his artistic sensibilities. They would inform him of his own opinions, adding depth to his understanding, and anchoring his thoughts.

All he has left is desert which spreads out in front of him. The only sound which breaks through his thoughts is the sand-dusted wind, whispering in an illegible tongue. Small grains sneak under his clothes and bite into any exposed skin they can find.

It irritates his skin, but he presses onwards.

There’s no telling how far he would have to go to escape the shadowy claws of the Akademiya.

The desert is the only place where he can have at least some guarantee of safety, with the Traveler pointing him to the Mausoleum of King Deshret. Apparently, they had opened up a path through the previously inaccessible temple, one that no scholar would be able to set foot in thanks to a copious amount of red tape.

Perhaps, he muses to himself, that is one of the few advantages of his self-banishment. The laws of the Akademiya now hold little meaning to him. And with nothing to hold him back, a once muted curiosity begins to stir under his skin.

~ ~ ~

From the instant he crosses over the threshold, Al-Haitham feels a chill sweep over his body, wiping away all traces of the scorching sun. Only the sand clinging to his skin remains. He readjusts his cloak, rubbing the exposed parts of his arms in an attempt to smooth the goosebumps which cover his skin. His attempts prove futile, however, as the unsettling sensation only becomes more prominent.

In an effort to distract himself, he begins working through the Akademiya's protocol for entering unexplored ruins. It's exceedingly long and mostly pointless. Still, it makes him feel a little more sure of himself; rooting his thoughts back to reality.

Since there are no immediate traces of activity, it’s likely that Al-Haitham is the only one wandering the mausoleum aside from the remnants of Deshret’s technology which sluggishly continue their endless patrol. It doesn’t necessarily mean that he is safe, but it is a damn sight better than wandering aimlessly in the desert.

The Traveler claimed that there would be a vast network of barely explored hallways beneath his feet although Paimon had been quick to warn him of the primal constructs. Her attempts to mimic the machines had almost been enough to bring a small smile to his face. It was the best she could do to try and alleviate the consequences of their failure to usurp Grand Sage Azar.

The others tried to play it off, sharing responsibility and placing the blame at Azar’s feet. Dehya spent their last hour together cursing the man’s name while Candace sat next to her, sometimes brushing her partner’s arm in an attempt to calm her down. Nilou was still in Sumeru City, rallying all those she could, smuggling out updates whenever she could for the desert-based group. Tighnari had returned to Gandharva Ville in order to recover from his inures, but promised to help the second he felt able to. Al-Haitham knows that the blame lies at his feet. All he can do is put his trust in them now, leaving them with as detailed of a plan as he could conjure in the short time he had before his escape.

Placing his trust in others, however, is something far easier said than done. He finds himself wondering if the Traveler was going to abandon him in the mausoleum, to add him to the collection of forgotten souls consumed by the desert. It’s a silly thought, one he acknowledges as nonsense, yet his mind still toys with it.

Usually, he would turn up the volume of the music that plays through his headphones, but they ran out of power a couple of hours ago. If he's lucky, he might be able to repurpose one of the non-functioning constructs which litter the halls to become a makeshift battery. Some must have been taken out by the Traveller, based on the scratches which cover their metal coats. Others appear to have simply stopped working, perhaps giving up or running out of power.

For a moment, Al-Haitham wonders what they must have looked like when they were first built, diligently guarding a near-empty Mausoleum.

They wouldn’t have been lonely, being machines created for a rather singular purpose, yet there is something rather… Al-Haitham can’t quite find the right word to describe the sensation in his chest as he thinks about it a little too hard. He can feel the vestiges of Kaveh lingering in the sentiment, perhaps born from one too many rambling speeches about Mehrak and the Akademiya’s callous approach to machinery. To be condemned to a fate that they had no control over, patrolling the halls until they grind to a halt, it doesn’t sit right with him. Those were the words he had used and Al-Haitham finds himself agreeing with them.

Shaking these thoughts from his mind, he finds himself at a crossroads.

Ahead is what he assumes to be the central chamber, a place where all of King Deseret’s wealth would have been hoarded. It would certainly be a spectacular sight although Al-Haitham isn’t the type of man to be impressed by gold. To his left and right are doors, leading to some other chambers which could be filled with who knows what treasures. What stands out most to him, however, is an elevator pad which is almost inconspicuous save for the dull blue button which juts out from the floor. While it would appear to not have any power, he can spot recent disturbances around the edge which means it’s been used recently. The Traveller hadn’t mentioned any underground passageways, which makes him wonder if someone else had dared to step foot in the Mausoleum. It piques his curiosity enough and, with a little bit of tinkering, he manages to get it working again.

The lower levels of the Mausoleum are far less well-kept than the upper level. Sand pools in the corners, wild fungi pop out every couple of metres, and the walls are marked by deep scratch marks. If he had to compare them to something, he would say that they resembled claw marks before immediately pointing out how foolish of a comparison that is. The only beings that would be capable of making such damage, in Sumeru at least, would be the consecrated beasts and, even then, they would lack the power to cut through stone.

It would be wise to proceed with caution, he ends up deciding. The last thing he needs is to inadvertently piss off whatever creature calls the mausoleum its home.

The thought of returning to the safety of the upper Mausoleum never once crosses Al-Haitham's mind.

~ ~ ~

There are dangerous creatures that scour the Mausoleum of King Deshret, some more so than others. It’s something that Al-Haitham is aware of, but he had no idea how much danger he was in until he came across a room that he suspects lies directly underneath the grand gallery.

It was probably once a subterranean chamber. Nowadays, the crumbling of its walls means that twisting roots have invaded it. The natural world, so opposed to the technology that King Deshret had once pioneered, entangles itself with the deactivated constructs. It's difficult to tell what its original purpose was. He only manages to light a small handful of torches with the equipment he has on him.

Al-Haitham would have spent time trying to light the room properly, but his attention is drawn to a pile of consecrated beasts that sits in the centre of the room. Each one has been torn to pieces, deep wounds marking any flesh that hasn’t been torn away from the bodies. Serpents, scorpions, and vultures make up most of the corpses, but he can spot the remains of a few crocodiles towards the base of the pile. With such a mix of elements, Al-Haitham is aware that his dendro vision may end up being of little use if he ends up confronting whatever was able to tear through the monsters as if they were little more than paper.

He's aware that there are two options for him.

The first would be to return the way he came, heading back towards the elevator and hoping that he doesn't run into whatever caused this carnage. The second would have been to try one of the other doors which line the hallway. If he had the time to think about it, he would have chosen the former. His curiosity may have been riled up, but he has the self-awareness to know when he is completely outpowered.

Unfortunately, before he had been given the chance to consider his next course of action, his skin begins to prickle. Following it, the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand up, accompanied by a faint whiff of ozone. It’s such a crisp smell that it cuts through the stagnant air of the mausoleum and almost makes Al-Haitham feel like he is outside, waiting for an oncoming storm.

The vision clinging to his cape glows in warning as he summons his weapons, knowing that he stands little chance without them. As he begins to slowly back up against one of the crumbling walls, his eyes darting around in an attempt to prevent an ambush, the faint sound of crackling electricity fills his ears.

“You should not have come here,” a low voice warns, drifting through the room with the same enrapturing energy as rolling thunder.

Al-Haitham turns his eyes to the chamber’s entrance just as a purple glow begins emanating from the once-dark corridor. He starts to move toward the most collapsed area of the wall, thinking that he might be able to make a quick escape to whatever underground cavern the underground chamber intrudes upon.

There are no distinguishable sounds, most being buried under the sound of crackling electricity, for him to be able to figure out how close the threat is. Instead, he finds himself relying on his instincts. The only reassurance he has is that the voice sounds remarkably human, perhaps giving him a chance to reason his way out of trouble. For now, he decides to keep his mouth firmly shut.

“This is not a place for the living.”

It’s closer now, and Al-Haitham readies himself in response. His ears ring in warning, drowning out the crackling sound and making it even more difficult to concentrate on the entrance. Then it falls silent, the thunder disappearing which leaves only the lightning to strike its target.

The room is plunged into darkness, the torches lining the chamber blowing out in an instant. It disorients the scribe, but not enough to completely dull his instincts as the ozone smell gets stronger.

Without wasting a single second, Al-Haitham launches himself towards the door; dodging a flash of lightning which lands where he had just been standing. The impact is so solid that the reverberations shake the ground, dislodging sand from overhead, and crumbling the wall he had previously had his back to. Stifling the burning urge to turn around, Al-Haitham keeps moving forward, managing to dodge a couple more strikes as he goes.

Based on his estimations there should only be a couple of metres left to the elevator, but he doesn’t make it.

Claws latch onto his shoulder, piercing his skin as he is dragged backwards, spun around, and pinned against the wall. The impact of his head against stone sends a sharp pain shooting through his body, his eyes screwing shut in response.

“Who are you?”

The voice is so close that Al-Haitham can feel the words brush against his skin as whatever it is on his shoulder tightens its grip. He knows that he should look his attacker in the eye, otherwise, he risks looking weak, but he feels something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Fear.

No part of his body seems to be doing what he wants it to. His eyes won’t open, his breathing won’t steady itself, and his heartbeat is so loud that he can barely think. He knows that he could die in an instant, and no one would know where he went.

“There is no bravery to be found in death,” his captor says as if Al-Haitham isn’t already acutely aware of this.

The thing seems to scoff at the lack of response, loosening its clawed grip on Al-Haitham’s shoulder as the sound of crackling subsides. For a moment, he finds himself able to breathe when a more human hand wraps around his neck and lifts him up, raising him off the ground. His feet swing limply in the air, not even trying to kick his attacker.

“Open your eyes,” the voice orders and Al-Haitham obeys immediately.

If he hadn’t already been struggling to breathe, Al-Haitham is certain that the sight in front of him would have knocked the air out of his lungs.

Rather than a monster towering over him, he finds himself staring down at a shorter man. White hair flows down from a jackal-shaped headpiece, and red eyes stare up at him, narrowed in warning. Al-Haitham can’t be sure whether it is fear, adrenaline, or some unknown feeling that stirs within him, but he feels like he is falling.

“I will only ask once more, who are you?”

The man loosens his grip briefly, allowing Al-Haitham to take a choking breath in.

“A lost scribe,” Al-Haitham struggles to answer, bowing to the implicit authority that the other holds but cryptic enough to maintain a sliver of control.

“I’ve known many scribes,” the man’s eyes are cold, “and they’ve always had a name.”

“Al-Haitham,” he cedes.

“Scribe Al-Haitham, you must leave this place.”

If it wasn’t for the precarious position Al-Haitham finds himself in, he would have made a snarky comment about his attacker not knowing the meaning of the word ‘lost’. Instead, he settles on a far deadlier response.

“A name given deserves one in return.”

The man frowns, his grip remaining loose, but Al-Haitham doesn’t move.

“Cyno.”

“That’s it?”

“You expected more?”

The muted surprise in Cyno’s tone doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Well, I figured you would have a title,” Al-Haitham clarifies.

“Most would call me ‘Monster’,” Cyno says, fully releasing Al-Haitham who collapses to his knees and his hand shoots to his throat. He doesn’t need a mirror to know that bruises are already forming where the man’s hand had once been. Cyno, for his part, considers his words for a moment before adding, “I suppose, before that, it would have been something akin to General.”

As Al-Haitham steadies his breathing, he finds himself looking up at Cyno and wonders how anyone could dare call the man a monster. Everything about him is as close to ethereal as you could get, from his piercing eyes to his overwhelming strength. He hesitates when the word he should use graces his tongue, stung by it one too many times, but there is nothing else that fits.

Beautiful.

Cyno looks so very beautiful.

~ ~ ~

Al-Haitham was quick to tell Cyno his story, detailing the events that led to him wandering the desert in search of shelter. He spins a tale of a traveler, mercenary, leader, and dancer who are putting their lives on the line to save an archon. He mentions a forest ranger in Gandharva Ville, and sprinkles in some other things that may be interesting. He complains about a hapless architect, and an overbearing professor who is far too passionate for her own good, sharing a couple of anecdotes to illustrate his points.

Cyno, for his part, simply listens. At points, Al-Haitham is certain he has transformed into a statue with how still he could be. Not even the slightest muscle twitch, or feigned acknowledgement, makes its way to his face.

It’s understandable, Al-Haitham reasons, with how long Cyno must have been alone. Practising conversation must be extremely difficult when all you have are fungi and machinery to call friends. It would also explain why Cyno still struggles to talk for long periods of time, his throat growing hoarser after only a couple of minutes. Al-Haitham can’t help but muse to himself about how endearing the general is, especially when he starts talking about his passions. It took only one stilted conversation about ley lines for Cyno to spill his heart out, relaxing far faster than the scribe had anticipated. Although it still took some effort on his part, carefully choosing his words to avoid having a spear tip shoved in his face.

Still, the mausoleum wouldn’t be able to shelter the scribe for long. All the water sources had been depleted, and food was running scarce. After only three weeks, Al-Haitham finds himself standing at the main entrance to the large pyramid with a heavy decision to make.

He could try returning to Sumeru, braving the threat of the Akademiya... and end up putting the others in danger. He could flee to another nation; Inazuma or Mondstadt being the safest bets... leaving him completely. Or he could stay, allowing the Mausoleum of King Deshret to claim another soul but at least having company in his final moments.

“You’re leaving already?”

Cyno’s voice cuts through Al-Haitham’s thoughts, drawing his attention to the shorter man who now stands beside him.

“I won’t last here for much longer,” he says, acutely aware of the other man. Cyno doesn’t say anything for a moment, his hair swaying in the sandy breeze.

“This is a place of death,” he acknowledges, “it wasn’t built to keep people alive.”

“Yet here you stand,” Al-Haitham mumbles, his gaze tearing away from the endless sand to stare at the captivating walking contradiction.

“Would you really say I’m alive?”

“I can't say that you're anything else,” he says, watching as Cyno’s gaze turns to the floor. It is as stoic as ever, but Al-Haitham knows it’s because he’s feeling a little bit flustered. It's a look the scribe has learned to recognise, usually after the general shares a particularly painful pun that stops a conversation dead in its tracks.

Al-Haitham knows that this should be the moment he leaves; delivering a last verbal jab before walking into the desert never to return. It would be the best option for both of them, yet he can’t move an inch.

“Don’t you ever want to leave?”

The question falls from his lips before he can fully process what he is doing, the last vestiges of logic and reason fleeing from his grasp.

“I am bound to this place as the last remaining general,” Cyno finally says, an uncertainty briefly flashing through his eyes but not escaping Al-Haitham's attention, “I cannot abandon it so freely.”

“But there is no one left,” Al-Haitham counters, playing on the general's momentary doubt, “you owe this place no loyalty. They condemned you to… to this loneliness.”

“You see it as their condemnation, I see it as my duty,” he says, his tone not quite matching the feigned smile which falters on his face, ”of course, I would never expect a scribe to understand. Your loyalties are as fickle as your interests.”

“My interests are not so fickle,” Al-Haitham argues, although he doesn’t push his previous point any further. He can recognise when someone is deflecting from the real crux of the issue.

“Oh, only yesterday you were obsessed with a bunch of scrolls, and now you’re talking of abandoning them without a second thought,” Cyno counters, briefly glancing at Al-Haitham from the corner of her eyes.

“You got me,” he says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. The scrolls may have been left at the wayside, but that's only because he has something far more tantalizing in his sights.

A comfortable silence falls over them as they watch a lone construct drift across the sands. It spins in a lazy circle before continuing on its predetermined course.

Cyno is the one who breaks the silence, his voice far softer than anything Al-Haitham had heard before.

“Even if I wanted to leave, I can’t live anywhere else…”

Al-Haitham is quiet again, his mind turning those words over in his head as he gathers all the courage he can muster. In a swift movement, he turns to Cyno and reaches out his hand, leaving the palm turned up in front of the other.

“Then will you die with me, Cyno?”

It’s a selfish question born from a desire that Al-Haitham doesn’t fully understand. Later, when time has taught him and taken more in exchange, he would come to truly comprehend what he felt in this moment. But, as Cyno places his trust in the palm of Al-Haitham’s hand, he can only think one thing.

Falling alone is a terrifying thing, so it would be best to drag someone else down with him.

#fanfic #fanfiction #genshin impact #cytham #haino #alhaitham x cyno #Inspired by Gintama of all things #Happy birthday to Alhaitham #genshin fanfic

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