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pamgkrthwrites · 3 years

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Flame of Healing | EraserMic x Reader | Chapter 6 - Please Love Me

Masterlist | AO3

Warnings: Angst, Hizashi Flirting, some sexual themes

Word Count: 2162

Taglist: @stargazingaloneatnight @rinzyx05

A/N: Sorry about the long wait, had exams. Also, I did not write half of this while watching the election results, no.

Shouta got into the couple’s car and started driving to their home. Hizashi was uncomfortably quiet as we waited for Shouta to finally speak. As they turned the street your apartment was on, Shouta began to talk.

“When I followed her into the building I saw her talking to Saito.” Souta began, Hizashi listening in carefully. “They started talking about her quirk and I noticed she grew upset. I thought this meant he was harassing her and so I pulled her away from him. She pulled away and ran off.”

“So you insulted rejects, yay.” Hizashi said sarcastically. “We are trying to make them trust us so I understand why you went to help her-”

“I called out to her as she ran off.” Shouta interrupted. “I was corrected by Saito. Her name isn’t M/N.”

Hizashi froze in his seat and snapped his head to face Shouta. Shouta kept his eyes on the road, however.

“He said her name was Y/N.”

The two grew silent.

“So. She lied. She doesn’t want us.”

“From what I got out of her she thought we were happy without her.”

“How would sh-” Hizashi snapped at Shouta only to be given a glare.

“I yelled at her for that. That’s why she was crying.”

Hizashi slumped in his seat and crossed his arms. The two stayed silent for a moment before Hizashi broke it.

“So, she doesn’t want us.”

Shouta sighed. “I asked her to give us a chance, and she hugged me.”

Hizashi’s snapped over with a smile.

“That’s good! Is that why we are going to visit her tomorrow?”

Shouta softly smiled at Hizashi’s mood switch. He was worried that his partner will fall into a depression about this again, Hizashi had the most hope out of the two of them.

During their friendship with Oboro, Oboro taught them many things about choosing your own path on soulmates but made it clear he wasn’t saying you should outright reject your soulmate. Like you got to choose your pace of the relationship and not just dive right in just because they are your soulmate.

It was as if he said it before and someone took it differently.

Shouta didn’t know back then but now he does, that person who mistook his words of choosing soulmates was you.

It was probably why on some days, the couple would find times Oboro looked off in deep thoughts drowned in sadness, or how when the three saw you walking home he would make sure the two could see her but never approach.

They knew something happened between you two but they never pushed it out of him. It also hurt them in a way. They thought you were - well, you - and were told you weren’t. They felt so close yet so far. Only for now for it to be revealed they were close this entire time.

“Yes,” Shouta answered. “When we arrive tomorrow we will talk to her about our soulmate bound. She goes to those reject meetings for a reason. All we can hope for is that she will give us a chance.”

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You’re felt so heavy after crying and hugging Shouta last night. You didn’t even want to get up but you knew you had to, but they were coming over soon and so you had to get ready.

You pushed yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to have a fast cup of water before heading into the shower to get ready. You were a mess but you were going to hide behind a face full of makeup and pretty smells to hid behind.

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Shouta and Hizashi walked their way from the car park to your apartment door with a small paper bag that had 3 servings of breakfast muffins. The two really didn’t mean to, but they ended up dressing up.

Shouta had his hair tied back, wore black pants and a white button-down shirt. Hizashi had half of his hair in a messy bun and he wore black leather pants with a black v-neck long sleeve shirt.

Shouta knocked and pushed his hands into his pockets. Hizashi waited, swinging on his heels.

“I think we might have overdressed, Shouta,” Hizashi whispered. “it’s only breakfast and we look like we are taking her out for dinner.”

“If we are lucky we will be spending our whole day with her.” Shouta mumbled, a blush starting to form on his cheeks at the idea of you wanting to spend more time with them.

The idea excited Hizashi as well. He had been dying to spend time with you ever since he met you that day in high school. Yeah sure, you were almost kissing Oboro, but he wasn’t angry about it, not anymore anyway.

Shouta was about to grow impatient until he doorknob jiggled.

The two froze and watched as you opened the door.

You peaked out to see who it was, being relieved it was the two. You were surprised about their clothing choice as it was July, one of Japan’s hottest months. You wore a white sundress that had your favourite flowers printed onto it. You also had a light cardigan on just for if the cooler in your apartment got too much.

“Isn’t hot?” You asked the two.

The two stared at you before beginning to blush of embarrassment. They were going to regret their choice of clothing later into the day.

“We brought breakfast!” Hizashi smiled as he stepped closer to you.

You opened the door wide so they could enter. You saw how Hizashi practically ran in, a bounce being in his steps. Shota followed eyeing what you were wearing.

You closed the door behind them and took in a breath. You’ve never been this close to them before and in such a comfortable manner. They were both really eager to have the relationship between you three work. You could tell they would have done anything for you just to like them.

You made your way to the kitchen and the two followed you, like dogs to their owner.

“You two want coffee or tea?” You asked awkwardly.

“Straight black for me,” Shouta answer before looking up at Hizashi for a fast second then back to you. “Please.”

You felt your heart sting.

They may be trying to put in the effect for you, but the love they clearly have each other will always be there.

You weren’t needed.

Why should you be selfish and want their love for yourself?

You turned around to get Shouta’s coffee, the two noticed how you looked tensed and their glance at each other.

Hizashi mentally kicked himself. Shouta said you felt as if you were not needed or wanted in this relationship. Hizashi wanted to prove that was not the case to you.

“What will you have, little Princess?” Hizashi smiled as he leaned onto his hand.

Shouta stiffened from the nickname and you snapped your head around.

“Uh, w-what?” You asked as your cheeks burned.

You were kinda ashamed at how you were responding to the nickname. Your body buzzed happily at it, wanting him to call you that again.

“I will have whatever you’re having darling.” He smiled, looking into your eyes deeply as he tried to memorize all the colors.

You blushed at the nicknames he was giving you. Weren’t sort of names you give to your partner? Shouta doesn’t seem that fazed by it.

Did… Did this mean he already saw you as part of the relationship?

No, that can’t be it. They were just playing nice for you. That had to be it.

“I’m having a hot chocolate.” You finally answer him.

Hizashi’s smile widens from your response.

“Good choice sweetcheeks. Again, I’ll have what you’re having.” He winks at you with his tongue pointing out.

You couldn’t stop or hide the blush burning into your cheeks. Shouta smirked at the reaction, finding it very cute. You pulled your head around, forcing your head around to let yourself cool down.

Shouta looked over at Hizashi and saw an evil smirk on his lips. Shouta followed his eyes and noticed how Hizashi was eyeing your skirt. Shouta side-eyed Hizashi and coughed.

“Your dress looks really nice on you, Y/N.” Shouta said as he rubbed the back of his head. Maybe he wasn’t as open with his flirting like Hizashi, but he still wanted to let you know it wasn’t one-sided flirting that only Hizashi delivered.

“Um, thank you.” You said as your cheeks burnt. You got the kettle and brought it to the tap so you could start pooring water into it.

Than Hizashi had to speak.

“I agree. It really shows off your cute butt!” He smilled.

Your body froze. You felt the harsh blush on your cheeks grow to your ears and heat grow between your legs. You took in a breath and let your body relax before responding.

Hizashi and Shouta watched you. Hizashi waiting to see what you would reply with, and Shouta hoping you won’t reply negatively. He knew Hizashi was going to fast and needed to slow down. When he saw how you were trying to relax, he decided to take control of the conversation.

“We should be talking about why we are here, Hizashi.” Shouta side-eyed his partner.

Both you and Hizashi stiffened. Hizashi because Shouta had changed the topic but also for reminding him of why there were there. You for that same reason, because the following conversation was going to really put you in your place.

You brought the kettle out of the sink and put it on, turning off the tap. You started getting the cups ready for the hot drinks, waiting for Shouta to start the conversation.

Picking up on your social cue to him, Shouta began the conversation.

“Why dod you lie about your name and not having soulmates?”

You turned around after putting in mugs with milk into the microwave. You crossed your arms so they would not pick up how nervous you were.

“When I was younger I had many issues with people around me judging me. When I was 10 I made the decision to hide thee names to protect myself. I moved away from the town and moved here. Because of my quirk, I then got used to people using me for my quirk and so I never really had a true friend until I met Oboro.”

“Oboro talked about his views on soulmates.” Shouta sat back in his chair as he mentally brought puzzle pieces together. “With you using to hiding our names and with Oboro’s ideals, you thought you weren’t needed?”

“Oboro’s ideals worked for him because he didn’t have a soulmate.” Hizashi comment. You noticed he wasn’t in the playful mood he was in a minute ago, but now mirroring Shouta. Either from their UA training or the amount of time, they had together. “He gave you his ideals because he thought you were like him.”

“That is true…” You tried to avoid their gaze. “I guess I got attached to the idea that I got to choose that I didn’t really think the ideals wouldn’t work for me.”

“Why did you give me a fake name those years ago?” Hizashi asked, with a hint of sadness behind it.

You bit your inner lip from the pain in his voice. You made him sad, did you even deserve their forgiveness?

“I actually found out about you two before the sports festival. Oboro came running into my room and told me about my name on Shouta’s wrist and realised it was me. I don’t know how, my names were always covered. Maybe he saw it one time he came over after school. When he told me he really pushed me to meet you two and I grew scared. When you walked in on us Hizashi I panicked and just gave you my middle name. I just continued the lie. And when Oboro and I stopped being friends… I didn’t think I would see you guys again.”

The room grew quiet as Shouta brought all the information together.

“You have made mistakes, but I know for Hizashi and I, we want to have a relationship with you. We can take this relationship slowly if that’s what you want, just at least give us a chance, please.”

Your heart warmed at his words. Even though you had your doubts, you knew in your heart you wanted to try as well.

“Please, Y/N.” Hizashi’s eyes begged. “Please let us love you.”

You were quite. You knew your answer. You wanted to love them, so, so much.

But would it be best for you?

The microwave and kettle went off at the same time,

“Alright, we will take this slow for now.” You said, opening up the doors you locked a long time ago, thinking they would never be open. The doors to let your soulmates love you.

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emospritelet · 4 years

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Extracurricular verse, bc we can't forget these happy fuckers : 84 “The more, the merrier!”

I haven’t written any Extracurricular since last Christmas, which is a crying shame, but this is going to be my 100th fic on AO3, and I thought making it these three was somehow appropriate. Unfortunately you’ll have to wait for the next chapter for the smut, but there will definitely be threesome smut :)

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As he drove slowly along tree-lined streets in the north of Berkeley, Professor Gold reflected that life could be incredibly strange. If anyone had suggested to him two years ago that he would be house-hunting on Christmas Eve with the love of his life he would have scoffed at the very idea. If they had then suggested that he would be house-hunting for three, with Professor Rush being one of the party, he would have thought them certifiable. And yet that was how they had chosen to spend at least part of their Christmas holidays. In fact it was how they had spent the past four weekends, with no luck finding a place they all liked.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t compromise when it suited them—two years as a threesome had made that very necessary—but they were each very certain about what they wanted from the house they were to share and to make a home in. None of the properties they had viewed thus far ticked all their boxes. Either the rooms were too dark for Belle’s liking, or there wasn’t enough quiet, contained space to put whiteboards for Rush’s liking, or the kitchen wasn’t up to Gold’s usual standards, or the garden was too overlooked… They had spent weeks searching with no luck, until Belle had spied the place they were headed to, recently reduced in price and therefore within the budget they had set themselves, although admittedly most of the money was coming from him. He didn't mind that; he was by far the wealthiest of them, and it was worth paying extra to get a place they all liked and could call home together. Perhaps this house would be the one. If Rush made it on time, of course.

“It’s here,” announced Belle.

Gold turned the wheel, steering the car into another tree-lined street, this one quieter, with large houses set back from the road and well-kept lawns outside. There were strings of coloured lights on every house, and in the trees, which made Belle smile delightedly, even though the large plastic Santa and reindeer in one of the gardens looked out of place in the California sunshine. It seemed a pleasant, quiet neighbourhood, and a little calculation in his head showed it to be reasonably close to the university. All good so far. The house they were to see was at the end, the real estate board outside proclaiming that it was being sold by De Ville’s. Gold parked up, opening the door and getting out before going around to open Belle’s. She was looking around excitedly, her cheeks flushed with the relative chill of the winter day, and he wanted to kiss her.

“It’s so green here!” she said happily.

Well, that was certainly true. Each house had a neat, well-kept garden and a large stretch of lawn. Some even had white picket fences to add to the quaintness. Trees and privet hedges bordered the gardens between neighbours, and Belle peered at the house, rising up on her toes as though that would give her a better view. She was itching to go inside, he could tell. Still, the realtor had told them to be there at twelve, and it was almost that now. Not long before her curiosity could be satisfied. So where was Rush? Gold looked at his watch, tapping his foot impatiently.

“He’s late,” he observed.

“You sound surprised.” Belle’s voice was teasing, and she glanced across at him with a grin. “Did you remind him?”

“Yes, I reminded him, I sent him a bloody text!” said Gold impatiently. “And I might add that I’m not his bloody PA. If he can’t organise his own bloody appointments I fail to see why I should be inconvenienced.”

“The realtor’s not even here yet,” said Belle soothingly. “He’ll be here.”

Gold grunted.

“He’ll be nose-deep in some bloody ridiculous theoretical crap,” he said, and straightened as a sleek silver car pulled up onto the long driveway. “Look, here’s the realtor. I told you he’d be late!”

“Would you relax?” Belle turned to face the realtor’s car. “Remember, if he doesn’t make it, you get to have first choice of the rooms.”

There was that, he supposed.

“Well, we can always look around the house ourselves,” he agreed. “Serve him right if he didn’t show and I put his office in the basement.”

The car door opened and a woman swung pale, slender legs out of the door, pushing to her feet with a toss of jaw-length blonde hair. She was tall and thin, wearing an elegant black dress beneath a short white coat that Gold was fairly sure was made of real fur. Red lips curved in a smile as she held out a hand.

“Mr Gold, I presume?” she drawled, in a very English accent. “Cara Deville-Waters. Delighted to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Gold shook her hand. “This is my partner, Belle French.”

He gestured to Belle, who stepped forward to shake Cara’s hand.

“Right,” said Cara breezily. “Well, here is the house. Lovely, quiet neighbourhood. Mainly professionals, some with young families. The owner has moved to Europe, as I understand it, so we’re maintaining the property in her absence.”

“It seems a lovely area,” observed Belle.

“Yes, very pleasant. The area itself is stacked with amenities, and has very good schools. Do you have children?”

“No,” said Gold.

“Not yet, anyway,” added Belle, making Cara grin.

“Well, best to plan ahead for these things, I always say. This is the sort of house that has the space for a large family, as you’ll see when we go inside. Shall we?”

“Oh, we’re just waiting for the third member of our - uh - family,” said Gold. “He should be here any minute. Or at least he would if he had any sense of punctuality and common courtesy.”

Belle gave him a level look as Cara looked intrigued, brows lifting.

“Oh, so there are three of you?”

“That’s not a problem, I trust,” said Gold, in a very even tone, and she waved a languid hand.

“The more, the merrier!” she said. “And the house is certainly large enough. Do let me know if you have any other requirements, and I can point them out as we go.”

“The listing mentioned a hot tub,” said Belle.

“It’s out the back,” said Cara. “There’s a section of raised decking leading out from the kitchen. If you like we can—”

She was cut off by her phone ringing, and after glancing at the screen she pulled a face and sent them a guilty look.

“I do apologise,” she said fervently. “It’s my wife. She doesn’t call during viewings unless it’s urgent, so—”

“Oh please, take your time,” said Belle hurriedly.

She grasped Gold’s hand and pulled him up the driveway as Cara answered the phone, and Gold ran his eyes over the large brick-built garage with its painted roller-shutter door.

“Enough room for both our cars, easily,” he remarked. “Rush’s Ford will probably drip oil all over the paving, though.”

“He says it’s your car that’s the leaker,” said Belle absently, and Gold frowned.

“The Cadillac does not leak, she just - gets a head cold every now and then.”

“Mhmm.” Belle looked amused. “What do you think of the neighbourhood?”

“Pleasant,” said Gold, looking around. “Lots of green space, which I’m sure you’ll enjoy.”

“Yeah.” Belle whirled on her toes to face him, eyes sparkling. “Can we get a dog?”

“A dog?” Gold pursed his lips. “Who’s going to look after it when we’re at the university all day?”

“You could take it to class,” suggested Belle. “That’s an eccentric thing to do, isn’t it? You can get away with it because you’re Scottish.”

“I doubt that,” said Gold dryly.

“Well, it’s not too far from the university,” she persisted. “I could cycle back every lunchtime and walk the dog.”

“We’ll talk about it if and when we buy the place,” he said, and she huffed.

“Okay, that’s fair enough.”

“We can certainly get a couple of cats,” he added, and Belle squeaked in excitement, making him grin.

Cara had put her phone away and was hurrying towards them, looking harassed.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, almost wringing her hands. “My wife’s car has broken down. She’s stuck on the side of the road waiting for a tow-truck. Unfortunately, she was on her way to the airport to pick up her father, who’s coming to visit for Christmas. She’s asked if I can go instead. I’m so sorry, but I’ll have to postpone our viewing until later.”

“Oh.” Belle chewed her lip, looking disappointed, and Gold raised an eyebrow.

“Well, as we’re still waiting here anyway, why don’t we look over the house?” he suggested. “We could drop the keys back at the office in a couple of hours if you’re not back by then.”

“I really should be here to answer any questions you might have,” she said, running a hand through her hair in agitation. “Although I suppose two hours would get the job done. Are you sure you don’t mind looking around by yourselves?”

“Given that we have no idea when the third of our party will finally remember he has somewhere to be, I doubt it’ll be an issue,” said Gold, in a very dry tone, and Belle gave him a look.

“I’ll make a note of any questions we have as we’re going around,” she said, and Cara sighed heavily and dug in her bag, fishing out a set of keys and a sheaf of papers.

“Property particulars and room dimensions,” she said, handing them over. “I’ll be back by two, barring unforeseen circumstances.”

She hurried back to her car, heels clicking on the paving, and Belle and Gold shared a grin.

“Well,” he said. “Let’s take a look.”

The entrance hall was spacious and warm, a tiled floor leading to a sweeping staircase that led to the upper floor. The banisters were in warm, shining wood, and the tiles gleamed as though they had been mopped that morning. Gold suspected they had. He took a step forward, testing the surface with the end of his cane, but to his relief it wasn’t slippery. Getting around with a limp made some floor surfaces treacherous. Sunlight was shining in from the top of the stairs and from a window at the far end, and overall he thought it was a pleasant, welcoming space.

“Looks good so far,” he said, tucking the property particulars inside his coat. “Shall we explore?”

Belle went first, opening the first door she came to.

“Here’s the lounge,” she announced.

Gold followed her in. The lounge was large, the front windows of the house letting in plenty of light. The floors were covered in pale cream tiles, and Gold’s cane clicked as he walked. It was still furnished with a couple of large leather couches and an easy chair, grouped around a glass and chrome coffee table and a wide stone fireplace. The room had been emptied of anything else that might have hinted at the tastes of its owners, but the couches gave it a comfortable air.

“Ooh, we could have a log fire!” said Belle excitedly.

“In California?” remarked Gold, and she sent him a look.

“It can get cold here!” she insisted. “It’s cold today, isn’t it?”

“I suppose.” He walked slowly around the room. Beyond the hearth, the room turned a corner into a large open plan dining area, and he turned back to Belle before heading into it. “This is a nice room. Plenty of space, and enough light to read by for most of the day, I should think.”

“There’ll be more light at the rear,” she said. “It faces south.”

“So perhaps that’s where we should install the library,” he said, and wanted to grin at her beaming smile.

“Oh, so I get my library?” She walked towards him, swaying her hips in that infuriatingly alluring way she had when she was getting exactly what she wanted. “I knew I could talk you around.”

“I hardly took much convincing, as I recall,” he remarked, and Belle pouted, sliding her hands up his chest and letting her fingers push into his hair.

“Pity,” she said. “I thought of a few more methods of persuasion I could use to ensure we get a dog.”

Gold chuckled, one hand sliding around her waist to pull her closer.

“Oh, you can still use your wiles against me, Miss French,” he said lazily. “But perhaps we ought to finish looking over the house first.”

Belle rose up on her toes to kiss him, soft lips pressing against his before she settled back on her heels.

“I wonder if there are any other university types in the neighbourhood,” she said.

“Unlikely, unless they have another source of income,” said Gold. “We could ask the realtor what she knows about the residents of this area, though.”

“I’ll add it to the list of questions,” said Belle, still stroking the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m surprised she let us look over the place ourselves. I thought she’d tell us to come back another day.”

“I imagine the commission on this sale would be an extremely welcome Christmas present,” he remarked.

“I suppose.” She looked around. “It has a nice feel to it, doesn’t it?”

Gold thought about it for a moment. He was far from the superstitious type, preferring to go on facts and figures, and tangible evidence. On paper, at least, the property was both a good investment, and appeared to meet most, if not all, of their requirements. They would have a better idea of whether it was correctly represented when they had been over the place, but he thought he understood what Belle meant. There was a pleasant atmosphere, a warmth that didn’t just come from the underfloor heating.

“It’s - it’s certainly a good start,” he said, and kissed her again. “But I think we should look beyond the lounge before making a decision on this place.”

“Like the kitchen?” she said knowingly. “Okay, you’re on.”

Gold glanced out of the window over her shoulder as a flash of dark red caught his eye. His mouth flattened.

“Looks like someone finally got here,” he said, and Belle chuckled, wriggling from his arms and trotting into the hallway.

Gold followed more slowly, trying to keep the smile from his face as he saw her sprint down the driveway and fling herself on Rush almost before he had gotten out of the car. The force of her greeting knocked his glasses askew, and he was clearly trying to simultaneously keep his balance, close the car door and hug Belle. He made it by shoving the door shut with one hip and frantically grasping at his glasses before they could fall.

“You’re bloody late!” called Gold.

“Only five minutes.”

“More like twenty, but who’s counting?”

“You, apparently.”

“Stop bickering!” chided Belle, still hanging onto Rush. “Come on, I want us all to look over this house! I think it could be the one!”

“You said that about the last four,” said Rush, clutching her around the waist as they walked back up the driveway.

“Yes, and I have to be right at some point.”

He grunted in amusement, running a hand through hair already messy from the day. His stubble was growing through again, the winter sun glinting on his cheeks and chin. His shirt was also very wrinkled, and Gold suspected he had spent the previous night at the university, head down in some sort of research. He and Belle had spent the night at his place, curled up in each other’s arms, and had spent the early morning eating breakfast at his kitchen table before heading out. Rush’s own breakfast had probably been a pint of coffee and a few cigarettes, and if nothing else, he suspected that them all moving in together would be good for Rush’s health. At least he’d have two people around to nag him into eating and sleeping properly.

“And don’t even think about going back to the university when we’re done here,” added Belle. “It’s Christmas Eve, and I want both of my men firmly committed to the festive season. Here.”

She pulled out of Rush’s grip as they reached the doorstep, pawing through her shoulder bag before pulling out a large handful of red plush and white faux fur and brandishing it with a beaming smile. Rush sighed heavily.

“What’s that?”

“Santa hats!” she said gleefully. “Come on, it’s Christmas!”

As if to demonstrate, she pulled one of the hats down on her dark curls, white pom-pom bouncing. Belle held up the other two hats, shaking them back and forth.

“I can already tell you that doesn’t go with my outfit,” remarked Gold, and Belle pouted at him.

“If you don’t have a Santa hat, you don’t get inside.”

“I’m already inside,” he pointed out, and Belle smirked.

“Who said I meant the house?” she said lightly.

Minx, he thought, and she grinned at him, bouncing on her toes as though she could read his mind. Rush grumbled under his breath, but reached for one of the hats.

“Tis the bloody season, I suppose,” he said, and tugged it down on his head. “Come on Gold, don’t be such a bloody Scrooge.”

Gold sent him a very level look, then sighed and held out his hand.

“Alright,” he grumbled. “But no pictures.”

“Oh, I’m not promising that,” said Belle airily, giving him the hat. “Now let’s go check out that hot tub.”

#sprite's festive fic fest #fic: extracurricular #rumbellerush fic #my fic #rumbellerush #ripperblackstaff

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boat-full-of-lotus-pods · 5 years

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MDZS Chapter 101. “A Hatred for Life” Part 4

Failed rescue

Jin Ling sat up instantly and called, “Uncle!”

Leveling him with a glare, Jing Cheng spat coldly, “Now you know to call me Uncle. What were you running for earlier?!”

Then, he threw his gaze half-heartedly towards Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi. Before their eyes could meet, however, Su She had already gotten to his feet by leaning on his sword, Nanping[1], and stabbed at Jiang Cheng. Before Jiang Cheng made a move, a series of loud dog barks exploded in the air as Fairy leaped into the temple like a flying fish and pounced straight for Su She. At the sound of the dog barks, all the hairs on Wei WuXian’s body immediately stood up. His soul ready to disperse out of fright, he shrank into Lan WangJi’s arms and called, “Lan Zhan!”

Lan WangJi had already secured his arms around him. “I’m here!”

Wei WuXian said, “Hold me!”

Lan WangJi replied, “I’m holding you!”

Wei WuXian continued, “Hold me tight!”

Lan WangJi replied again, “I’m holding you tight!”

Without having to turn around to look, just their voices alone was enough to make Jiang Cheng’s entire face twitch. Originally, he’d at least wanted to shoot a look at the two of them. Now, however, Jiang Cheng forbade his neck from turning with all his might. Just then, numerous monks and cultivators rushed out from the back of the temple to the front with swords in their hands. Smirking, Jiang Cheng sent out a blinding a ray of purple light with a flip of his right hand. The ray of purple danced within the temple, flinging out everyone it touched with explosive force. The oil paper umbrella still remained steady in his left hand. As the wave of bodies collapsed all over the floor, most still twitching from the effects of electrocution, Jiang Cheng at last closed his umbrella. Meanwhile, Su She was still hopelessly tangled by Fairy’s harassment, cursing nonstop. From the side, Jin Ling shouted, “Fairy! Be careful! Fairy, bite him! Bite his hand!”

Lan XiChen warned, “Sect Leader Jiang, beware of the guqin’s melody!”

Right as he finished speaking, two long notes of the guqin can be heard coming from the back of the temple. Since Jiang Cheng had already fallen prey to the dark melody once, he was exceptionally vigilant this time around. So the moment the music started, Jiang Cheng kicked at the ground and, with the tip of his boot, sent a cultivator’s fallen sword into the air. Tossing away the umbrella in his left hand, he grabbed the air-born sword and, pulling out Sandu with his right, struck the two swords together.

As the two blades scraped against one another, the resulting screams of metal scratching sharply against metal drowned out the tone from Jin GuangYao’s guqin.

It was a very effective method to counter the dark song! But it had one problem—the resulting noise was too terrible and unpleasant for the ear!

It sounded so terrible that people felt like their ears would bleed. It was exceptionally unbearable for Lan XiChen and Lan WangJi of the Gusu Lan Sect, both of whom couldn’t help but frown. Right now, however, Lan WangJi was too busy holding Wei WuXian to be able to cover his own ears, and so Wei WuXian covered Lan WanJi’s ears for him while shivering to the sound of dog barks.

With a hard expression and a sword in each hand, Jiang Cheng continued to create those awful but effective noises against the demonic melody as he advanced towards the back of the temple. Before he reached it, Jin GuangYao walked out of the back himself, speaking as he covered his ears, “Sect Leader Jiang, I must say I am greatly humbled by the devastation you’re accomplishing with this tactic.”

Zidian shot straight at him. Jin GuangYao dodged to the side and asked, “Sect Leader Jiang! How did you end up here?”

Jiang Cheng didn’t bother to answer. Jin GuangYao’s spiritual energy wasn’t as strong as his own. Unable to confront him head-on, Jin GuangYao could only continue to nimbly dodge. While his subordinates surrounded Jiang Cheng, Jin GuangYao continued to speak with a composed and unassuming air. “Did Jin Ling run off by himself again? And chasing after him led you here? Fairy must have even led the way for you. Ahh… I gave him the spiritual dog as a gift, and look what I get in return?”

Tight in Lan WangJi’s arms, Wei WuXian no longer felt as terrified by the dog’s barks, which cleared his mind enough to think. Noticing how Jin GuangYao was like in combat, with his eyes dancing, mouth smiling and talking incessantly, Wei WuXian was reminded of a certain someone. He said in a quiet voice, “He and Xue Yang really are cast from the same mold.”

Lan WangJi remained silent. Hearing no response from him, Wei WuXian looked up and realized that he was still covering Lan WangJi’s ears. Lan WangJi must have not heard him at all. Just as Wei WuXian lowered his hands, Jin GuangYao suddenly switched the topic with a smile. “Sect Leader Jiang, what’s wrong? You’ve been avoiding looking at that side of the room for a while now, is there something there?”

Jiang Cheng spat, “Aren’t you at least the Chief Cultivator? Stop with your bullshit and focus on the fight!”

Jin GuangYao continued, “Still avoiding? There’s not much over there, just your shi-xiong[2]. Did you really end up here from chasing after Jin Ling?”

Jiang Cheng fired back, “Or what?! Who else would I come for?!”

Lan XiChen warned, “Don’t answer him!”

Jin GuangYao was a master at word play. The moment Jiang Cheng started responding to him, he would no doubt be distracted by Jin GuangYao and be riled up to become more and more emotional. Jin GuangYao said, “Fine, Mister Wei, did you see? Your shi-di[3] is not here for you. In fact, he doesn’t even want to look at you.”

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “What a weird thing to say. Jiang Cheng’s attitude towards me isn’t new. Do I need you here to remind me?”

Hearing this, the corner of Jiang Cheng’s mouth twitched slightly. Veins protruded on the back of the hand that held Zidian. Jin GuangYao turned back to him and commented with a resigned sigh, “Sect Leader Jiang, you see? It’s not easy being your shi-xiong.”

Noticing that Jin GuangYao kept on steering the conversation to be about him, Wei WuXian became alarmed. Jiang Cheng sniped back, “Sect Leader Jin, being your sworn brother is even harder!”

Jin GuangYao continued, seemingly without a care whether Jiang Cheng was actually listening, and said, “Sect Leader Jiang, I heard that you made a big scene at the Lotus Pier last night, seemingly without reason. I hear that you were running all over the place with the Yiling Patriarch’s sword, and asking everyone to unsheath it.”

Immediately, Jiang Cheng’s expression darkened beyond terrifying.

At the same time, Wei WuXian suddenly sat up within Lan WangJi’s arms. His heart gave a hard jolt as a voice in his head said, ‘My sword? Suibian? Didn’t I throw it at Wen Ning for safekeeping? No, wait, I really didn’t see it with him yesterday or today…… How did it end up in Jiang Cheng’s hands?! Why is Jiang Cheng asking other people to unsheath it? Has he tried unsheathing it himself?’

Feeling high-strung, it was only after Lan WangJi gently caressed his back twice that Wei WuXian felt himself calm down a little. Jiang Cheng, meanwhile, had fallen into a gloomy silence. Jin GuangYao’s eyes were ablaze when he said, “I also heard that no one can unsheath that sword, yet you’ve somehow managed to do it. Now that’s just weird. The sword had already sealed itself thirteen years ago when I first took it into my collection. Aside from the Yiling Patriarch himself, it should be impossible for anyone to unsheath……”

Jiang Cheng launched both Zidian and Sandu in a single, combined attack as he raged, “Shut your damn mouth!”

Smiling, Jin GuangYao continued talking without a care, “Which made me remember that back in the days, Young Master Wei had truly been arrogant. He would never bring his sword anywhere with him, and each time he would find a different excuse for it. I’ve always found it very strange. Don’t you?”

Jiang Cheng roared, “What exactly are you trying to say?!”

Jin GuangYao raised his voice. “Sect Leader Jiang, you truly are exceptional. The youngest sect leader alive, single-handedly rebuilding the Yunmeng Jiang Sect from scratch. I truly admire you. But from my memories, weren’t you always second place next to Mister Wei WuXian in terms of everything? Would you kindly enlighten me on how you’ve managed to reverse your positions after the Sunshot Campaign? Did you take some miracle elixir for your golden core[4]?!”

Jin GuangYao punctuated the words “golden core” harsh and clear. Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng’s facial features were ready to scramble themselves over. A dangerous flare of white light sizzled from Zidian. With his mind entrenched in utter chaos, an opening appeared in his movements.

The opening was exactly what Jin GuangYao had been waiting for. He flung out the qin string that he’d been hiding for a while now. Immediately, Jiang Cheng’s full attention snapped back to block them. As Zidian and the qin string entangled, Jin GuangYao felt the shock of the weapon numbing his palm and dropped the string immediately. And then, with a light chuckle, he flung out another qin string with his other hand and aimed straight for Wei WuXian!

Jiang Cheng’s pupil contracted to a fine point as he immediately redirected Zidian to block the other string. Yet, Jin Ling screamed, “Uncle, watch out!”

In the span of a second, Jin GuangYao had already taken out the sword wrapped by his waist and stabbed right at Jiang Cheng’s heart!

Ashen-faced, Jiang Cheng clutched at his chest. Blood oozed out between his fingers, dyeing the robes over his chest into a shade of purple so dark that it was almost black. After blocking the string, Zidian had reverted back into a ring on his finger. Spiritual weapons always returned to their least energy draining state when their owner was losing too much blood or gravely injured. Taking this opportunity, Jin GuangYao walked up to Jiang Cheng and sealed his cultivation with two strokes. Retrieving a handkerchief from within his sleeve, Jin GuangYao wiped his soft sword clean before wrapping it back around his waist.

Jin Ling was already by Jiang Cheng’s side, supporting him. Lan XiChen sighed, “Don’t move around too much. Help him sit down slowly.”

Footnotes:

[1]: Nanping: 难平, Su She’s sword, literally means “hard to find peace” in the sense of “having difficulty in achieving satisfaction over something”, “finding things to be not enough”.

[2]: shi-xiong: 师兄, “older brother who studied under the same master/teacher/sect”.

[3]: shi-di: 师弟, “younger brother who studied under the same master/teacher/sect”.

[4]: Miracle elixir for your golden core: 金丹妙药, broadly means “miracle elixir” or “wonder drug”, already contains the words 金丹 “golden core” as part of its name. So in the original, Jin GuangYao wasn’t putting as much stress on the words “golden core” as it sounds in the translation, but was only dropping/hinting at them indirectly.

#魔道祖师 #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #novel translation #my translation

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bangtangerine-boys-blog · 7 years

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(Part 2) Fated to Love Just You: BTS Mafia!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok// Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of blood

Word count: 1,766

A/N Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy this chapter (:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

If you had known parties were this boring, you would’ve stayed at home. It seems as if everyone there already had friends of their own to have fun with.

“Maybe I should've brought Jaebum…?” You wondered but immediately rid yourself of the thought. Worrying about yourself would be easy but having another member to look out for was pressure you did not need.

“Uh, you okay?” The stranger said tapping your shoulder pulling you from your thoughts. Oh and then there was this stranger. Sure he was nice and everything but you didn’t want to be an anchor to him keeping him from talking to his friends (Which seemed to be almost every girl in the club…) He would leave you every once in awhile to talk to others but would always find himself back at your side. He either really liked talking to you or just wasn’t fond of all the other females in the club practically throwing themselves at him You couldn’t blame them to be honest, he was quite the looker even with the mask.

“Yea sorry, just kind of parched. I’ll go get us some drinks.” You smiled at him. He seemed hesitant to let you go by yourself.

“I’m pretty sure she already thinks I’m weird for not leaving her alone… Just let her go.” Hoseok thought. He nodded and you finally set off. Your eyes scanned the room until it landed on the grand table near the back entrance. You stood shocked at the amount of delicacies on the silver platters. The food you’ve been so accustomed to from headquarters looked like scraps compared to all the food laid out before you. As you continued to stare you felt cold liquid make contact with your hand. You looked down to realize in your process of gaping you spilled the water you were pouring.

“Shit,” You said out loud looking for any napkins nearby.

“Here you go,” A voice beside you said causing you to jump. You looked up to be met with a boy gapingly taller than you. You muttered a thanks as you accepted the napkins in his hand held out to you.

“No problem.” He said through his mask which covered his whole face. You started to feel weird vibes when he just stood there watching you clean up not saying another word. Wanting to get away from him as fast as possible, you hurriedly poured water into to cups-extra careful this time- and turned to look for the kind stranger. It was as if the DJ wanted you to struggle even more because it was at that very moment that he changed the calm rnb song into a crazy EDM one. Everyone started going wild as the dancing picked up speed making it even harder to find your familiar stranger.

“Looking for someone?” A voice called out over the loud music. You met face to face with the weird individual yet again. You ignored him and ran into the crowd to lose him.

“What the hell is taking her so long?” Hoseok thought as he nodded pretending to be listening to the conversation among the people that crowded him.

“Is she even part of that gang when she can’t complete such a simple task.” He said starting to push through the dancing bodies to look for you. He was about to ask someone if they had seen you when someone pushes past him quickly.

“How rude… they didn’t even say fucking sorry. What could he be chasing so passionately like a dog-” Hoseok thought, his eyes following the, at this point, running man when he realized. He stared at the girl holding her dress to be able to run faster. The elegant hair style falling apart. The mask threateningly close to fall off. It was you. Hoseok cursed under his breath as he ran to catch up with the man. Normally if saw an incident like this any other day with any other person he would’ve just watched. Hell, sometimes he would be the one doing the chasing. But today was different. You were his target and his alone. If anyone was going to have you, it would be him.

Your steady walking turned to quick steps and before you knew it you were running from this freak. How the tables have turned. Usually it’s people running from you. So this is how victims feel huh.

You found yourself cornered against a wall cursing at how small the club was.

“Damn for a girl you sure can run fast.” The man said as he slowly approached you out of breath. You looked around for a water bottle, a fork, a dessert: anything to throw and buy yourself some time. Your eyes landed on an empty wine bottle close to your legs.You had dropped the cups of water in the midst of running and now you just had to get the glass bottle without him noticing.

“Why are you doing this? There are dozens of girls here you could harass, why me?” You say attempting to get him to start talking as you slowly reach down for the bottle.

He chuckled at your question. “Almost all these girls have had their eyes on one person in this whole entire room. That idiot who just doesn’t seem to leave your side. What’s so good about you that that asshole wants? That’s what I wanna know.” He replied. What stupid motivation. But that was all the time you needed as you finally managed to grab the bottle.

“Guess you’ll never find out!” You wink about to throw the glass bottle at him when he yells in pain. You lower the bottle in confusion. You hadn’t even thrown it yet, why is he yelling? He suddenly falls to the ground and you see your saviour, the kind stranger behind him.

“Seem’s like I was right on time.” He says flashing you a smile. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in relief. You were about to thank him when you hear police sirens outside.

“Fuck.” You both thought starting to panic.

“Have we really stooped this low.” Seokjin sighed as he turned the car onto the street of the club.

“No, this is just officer duties.” Namjoon replied sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

“They should get the low rank officers then! Namjoon our squad is supposed to be one of the most esteemed among Seoul’s Police! We shouldn’t be the ones having to stop these stupid club parties just because they were playing music too loud.” Jungkook ranted from the backseat. Namjoon chuckled at the youngest member’s enthusiasm.

“Your passion is admirable, but it’s just our punishment for not being able to catch that tulip gang.” The leader replied staring out the window.

“Cherry Blossom gang…” Jungkook corrected under his breath. He was beyond frustrated. It was his goal, his dream to become one of the best police officers. He aced every exam in training-both physical and written and he was finally here. Yet he didn’t imagine this is how he’d be spending his days. Jungkook was glad he had Seokjin and the leader Namjoon by his side however. He had always heard of officers accepting bribes and abusing their powers but when it came time for him to choose what squadron he wanted to work for, Jungkook instantly fell for Namjoon’s Freedom Mirage. His oath to live a life of honesty had more than inspired Jungkook and here he was today working alongside his role model.

“Jungkook get the megaphone and start from the back. Jin search for the owner of the club and initiator of the party. I’ll go inside and settle things with the DJ.” Namjoon commanded his team. Everyone split to their jobs.

“We should-” You start to say.

“Let’s leave from the back they always check there last.” Your stranger friend interrupted. You admired his quick thinking but of course he was probably used to this as he was a frequent visitor of this place.

“Hey, I never got your name!” You suddenly remembered as he pulled you by the hand outside.

“Tch, have I gained her trust that quickly? She’s so naive it’s almost cute.” Hoseok thought.

“I believe I should get yours first, since I did rescue you after all.” He replied with a cunning smile as he inched closer and closer to you.

“E-Eh?” You stuttered, flustered by the sudden incoming contact. So sudden you didn’t notice as his hand reached into your purse to grab your phone. Your real phone. The phone which had all the information on the Gray Cherry Blossoms starting from phone numbers to family to house addresses to mission access. All so close, all within Hoseok’s reach.

“Hey! What are you guys doing!” A voice calls from behind a megaphone. Hoseok nimbly takes his hand from the purse, failing to get the phone. Your attention snaps to the police officer running towards you at almost inhumane speed.

“My apologies miss but I’m afraid I must leave now. I have a feeling we’ll see eachother soon though.” Your acquaintance says starting to back away.

“Wait! Where will I be able to see you again?” You desperately call out surprising even yourself. Why are you so weak for him? He leaves you with an abrupt wink before running off away from the officer. And that was all you needed to feel as all oxygen in your body had been sucked out.

Cinderella’s fantasy ended with the clock striking 12 but yours ended with the obnoxious sound of a police officer’s megaphone going off. As he finally started to get close to where you were you sighed too used to running away from official authorities. You grab a smoke bomb from your purse and throw it down rushing off before it even explodes giving yourself a good 10 minutes to escape. Jungkook grabs some newspapers from the dumpster nearby in an attempt to rid the smoke. When it finally cleared up, he inspected the ground and found two things: The remains of the used smoke bomb, and a hot pink iPhone. He picked it up and gasped in realization. The very newspaper he had been using had the same phone on it’s cover.

“Stolen...Bank...This was the same day we tried to catch the Cherry Blossoms but failed...That girl! She must have some connection to them!” Jungkook though putting the pieces together.

“I’ve got to show this to Namjoon.” The ambitious officer said out loud as he put the phone in a Ziploc bag.

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jupiesthoughts · 6 years

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Kasamatsu, Hanamiya, and Kise trying to confess to an American transfer who doesn't speak/understand Japanese very well?

UESS WHO’S BAAAAACK!!

Okay, I first want to say that I couldn’t have figured out how each boy would confess without the help of my friend, who was blessed to teach in Japan in the next few months. She’s a great Murasakibara cosplayer btw.

Secondly, I changed this scenario up a little bit. The transfer student actually does understand and speak Japanese, but prefers to keep up the appearance that she doesn’t.

So I will be posting the actual translations of the phrases and meanings at the end of the post.

So lets begin!!

KEY

bold/italic = English is being spoken

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Hanamiya

You were not happy that you had to attend Kirisaki Daiichi. Yes, it is an excellent school, but you were not happy at the reputation that the school’s basketball team has.

You sighed as you saw two members of the basketball team begin to harass a random student, mocking and insulting them. You were used to the amount of bullying in America, but the amount that was happening in your high school-especially by one person? That was a shocker to you.

You couldn’t help but watch as Hanamiya Makoto laughed as the student he and his teammate had been harassing ran away in tears. Even though it was only your second week in Kirisaki Daiichi, you were warned by the vice president of the student council to beware for Hanamiya.

Yet, despite the warnings you’ve received, you still found yourself secretly crushing on the male. Maybe you liked bad boys and you’re just now realizing it? Or maybe you’re insane and are slowly losing your mind.

Regardless, you were finding yourself liking him, little by little each day.

“Oi, (L/N),” you heard him say, as he approached you.

You slowly turned around and raised an eyebrow, faking that you couldn’t understand him.

Before you could react, you found yourself kabedoned to the wall; his grey eyes connecting with your own.

You tried so hard to hide your blush; you secretly have dreamed of being in this situation…just not with Hanamiya. It was a bittersweet feeling.

“Don’t play stupid. I know you understand Japanese,” he smirks. “So listen to what I’m going to tell you, since I’m only telling you once.” Your breath hitched in your throat as he brought his lips close to your ear. “Suki yo. Ore igai darenimo awanaide.”

“What?” You stared at the male, as you felt butterflies in your stomach. The guy you’re slowly crushing on, actually likes you?

“You heard me,” he said as he turned away. “You suck at hiding your emotions, just like you suck at faking to not understand or speak Japanese.”

As he walked away, his brief confession played over in your head.

…..Maybe you’ll like it here afterall.

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Kise

“Kyaa! Kise-kun!!”

“Kise-kun, sign my photobook!”

“Kise-kun, go out with me!”

You couldn’t help but clench your teeth in annoyance as the chorus of annoying fangirls echoed throughout the hall, making its way into your classroom.

You despised Kise. You honestly didn’t see the appeal of the blond; you couldn’t. He’s loud, annoying, obnoxious and dramatic. And to make matters worse, you knew that he’s fake.

And nothing annoys you more than someone who’s fake.

You will admit that when you first met him, you did have a crush on him, like the other females in your class; however, the moment you noticed his true colors, those feelings changed. Especially once he started to spread rumors about you.

You noticed that he tried everything in his power to get to know you. The one thing that you had a slight advantage on was that everyone in the school assumes that you don’t speak a word of Japanese, when in reality, you’ve been studying it back in America.

“(F/N)-cchi!!”

You groaned as you heard the owner of that voice walk over to you. Closing your shoe locker, you saw him walk closer to you, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement.

“What?” you asked.

“Are you going to come watch me practice?” he asked, excitedly.

You scoffed as you put your school shoes back into your locker, ignoring the glares of hatred from his fangirls who were watching your interation. “Why would I waste my valuable time watching an idiot like you bounce a ball around?”

Kise’s eyes narrowed as the excitement vanished from them. “What is your deal? What have I ever done to you?”

Your eyes widened at his words. The nerve of him to actually say that to you; after starting those horrible rumors?

Before you could emit a response, the blond was suddenly on the ground, a black haired male standing behind him, putting his leg down.

You just stared at Kasamatsu who knocked Kise to the ground and took a mental note to ask him for pointers.

“Senpaiii!! That hurt!” he whinned.

“Kise, stop flirting with your fangirls and get your ass to practice!” the other male said, frowning as the blond got up.

“I was asking (F/N)-cchi if she was going to watch our practice-” he paused and stared at you.

“I don’t care who goes to our practice to watch. I do care that our idiot ace is there.”

“But senpai-I want to tell her that I like her-ssu.”

You froze at that statement. Kise Ryouta, the ‘thorn in your side’ actually liked you?

….You weren’t sure if you should be flattered or grossed out, but whatever it was, something was boiling inside of you.

“I don’t care if you like a damn dog. Don’t waste our practice time asking someone out!”

“Haaaaa?” you said, grabbing the attention of both of the males in front of you. “Did you say that you liked me?” You didn’t care to keep up the charade of not speaking Japanese; you were pissed.

Kise nodded.

“I call bullshit,” you add. “After starting those rumors about my weight and my appearance, you honestly think that I would end up harboring feelings for you?”

“I only started those rumors because I didn’t want anyone else falling for you,” he says quietly. “I don’t know how you figured out my true self, but I’m impressed. So naturally I’d fall for you.”

You pursed your lips together, contemplating the words that he said.

“(F/N)-cchi, mecha mecha suki -ssu.”

You scoffed. “If you want me to even consider liking you in that way, you have a long way to go; you gotta show me that you mean it.”

“Challenge accepted,” he grinned, only to pause. “EEEHHH!? YOU SPEAK JAPANESE!?!”

“Wow…”

“…You just noticed?” Kasamatsu stated.

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Kasamatsu

“So how do I say it?” Kasamatsu asked Kise.

“It’s easy. Just say, “(L/N)-cchi, I like you. Please go out with me.” He paused as Kasamatsu bonked Kise ontop of the head, emitting a whine. “Why did you hit me-ssu?”

“No way in hell am I going to add your weird suffix to her name,” he growled.

“Then don’t,” he replied. “Now repeat after me. ‘I like you’

“ I rike you-”

“No. There’s no ‘r’. It’s ‘l’. ‘Like’” Kise said. “Try again. ‘I like you’ “

Kasamatsu sighed and tried again. “I….l-like you-”

“That’s great, senpai!!” Kise exclaimed, only to shut his mouth as he saw his senpai glare at him. “Continuing on, ‘Please go out with me.‘”

Before Kasamatsu could reply, a laugh echoed throughout the gym.

“It’s finally happened. Kise has confessed to Kasamatsu,” Moriyama laughed only to duck as he saw a basketball fly towards his face.

“No way in hell, you idiot,” Kasamatsu growled as Kise grinned.

Turning around, Kise saw his other two senpai’s at the door. “I’m helping senpai confess to his crush in English-”

“I’m still in shock that it’s your best subject,” Kasamatsu said, interrupting the blond.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” he whined.

Once again, before Kasamatsu could reply, the doors opened again; this time revealing you.

“Kise-kun” you said, as you ran towards the blond.

Kasamatsu couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that he felt; how he was jealous at how comfortable Kise was with you, and how you were with him.

“Hi senpai,” you said with a smile.

“H-herro,” he stuttered, embarrassed at how he stuttered saying a simple word.

You smiled at him. “You ready to go?” you asked, only to get a nod from him and Kise.

When Kasamatsu had first met you, he discovered that you walked home in the same direction that both he and Kise did. So naturally, with Kise being Kise, convinced you to join the duo on their way home after school.

“Senpai. Ask her now,” Kise said.

You raised an eyebrow at the blond’s words. What would Kasamatsu want to ask her? You’d be more than happy to help him in English. Then again, you knew Kasamatsu was a proud man and wouldn’t like to admit that he needs help.

“Now? You’re crazy,” he replied.

“Just do it!”

Before he could react, Kasamatsu found himself standing right in front of your face; a bit too close for his liking (he could hear snickering and a ‘hi-five’ from behind him).

A blushing mess, you both backed away from each other, Kasamatsu glaring at Kise who had just pushed him.

“Did you need something, senpai?”

Its now or never, Kasamatsu thought. Taking a breath, he started to say the words that Kise had taught him. “I…I r-ri-ke-prease-”

As he was struggling to get the words out, Moriyama and Kise were laughing, as Kobori was struggling to hide the smile on his face.

You giggled, causing him to stop and he felt his heart sink. The only reason you would be giggling is because you found this pathetic.

“…Senpai, are you trying to ask me out?” you finally said in Japanese, taking pity on the struggling male.

Kasamatsu’s head perked up at your sentence. “Haaaaa?!”

“EEEHHH!?”

“(F/N)-cchi! You speak Japanese?!”

You nodded. “I’m half Japanese,” you shrugged. “I was born in America, but grew up speaking the language-” You let out a yelp as you felt something hard hit the top of your head. “Oww! Why did you hit me, senpai!?” you asked.

“Because I had to go to Kise to learn English to impress you…only to now learn that I really didn’t need too.”

“He’s embarassed, (L/N)-san,” Moriyama said as he avoided yet another basketball.

“He’s not wrong though,” Kasamatsu said, as he looked back to you. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you just find this funn-”

“You’re too cute, you know that?” you chuckle, grabbing all of the males attention. “Why would I laugh or make fun of you for trying to ask me out in my own language? If anything, I think its sweet.”

Gently, you grabbed his hand, and noticed that his face turned an even deeper shade of pink. “Did you want to try again, Kasamatsu-senpai?” you ask with a smile.

Returning the smile, he too, gently gave your hand a light squeeze. “(L/N), suki yo. Tsukiatte kudasai?”

The smile you had on your face, gave the male the answer he wanted to hear.

“Wait,” Moriyama said, grabbing the attention of everyone. “Does that mean that this whole time, you could understand what we were saying?”

Pursing your lips together in a smile, you nodded.

“So you understood what I said in regards-”

“In regards to my boobs?” you asked. “Yea, I did. No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend yet, you perve.”

Kasamatsu let out a snort as the others laughed.

Guess I had nothing to worry about, Kasamatsu thought, a small smile on his face as he saw you inching closer to him.

TRANSLATION

Hanamiya

“Suki yo. Ore igai darenimo awanaide” (好きよ。俺以外誰にも会わないで。) = I like you. Don’t meet with anyone but me

Since some people consider Hanamiya to be a closet tsundere, another option for a phrase for him to use would be “Deeto ikanai?” (デート行かない?); which is extremely casual, however isn’t as emotive.

Kise

“Mecha mecha suki -ssu” ( っちめちゃめちゃ好きっす！) = “I really really like you”

Its a cutesy way of saying this, and it ends with the classic “ssu”, (which is a shortened version of desu)

Kasamatsu

“Suki yo. Tsukiatte kudasai” (好きよ。付き合ってください ) = I like you. Please go out with me

Due to him being nervous around girls, he would most likely be extremely embarrassed and just get straight to the point

I hope this was enjoyable!! I’m running on a few hours of sleep, so even though I edited this twice, I’m going to do a final edit after work.

Until next time!!

~Orca

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