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koushuwu · 7 months

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*:･ﾟ✧ blazing heat

18+ content | 3,6k words | kominato ryousuke x reader.

tags/cw: afab!reader, omegaverse, fated pair, alpha!ryousuke, omega!reader, alcohol consumption, kissing, suggestive content, presumed unrequited love, no editing we die like neji.

part 2

a late bloomer. that’s what people called it. called you. your heat hadn’t come despite you being well into your late twenties. and despite knowing full well that your were, in fact, an omega. there’d been tests. a lot of tests. but you took them all on, with your head held high. and maybe it wasn’t that bad that it hadn’t, because you’d heard from friends how hard it was to spend your heat alone, when you hadn’t found your fated pair yet, to help you through it. but then again, how were you supposed to know and find your fated pair, when your heat didn’t come? how were you supposed to find your fated pair, when you wouldn’t be able to pick up on their pheromones before your first heat brought that ability about? it was absolutely both good and bad, being a late bloomer.

but it was alright. it was whatever. you couldn’t actually change it anyway, so you’d settled on acceptance. in your early twenties, you’d been upset that it didn’t come. and more than once had you confided in your best friend ryousuke. ryousuke was always supportive, albeit with a bit of bite. because of course he was. but he was supportive in a way that was distinctly him. soon enough though, you came to the point where it wasn’t that big of a deal anymore. it’d happen one day, and even if it didn’t— well, you could still live a full life. without going in heat and without a fated pair.

in actuality, you already had a pretty good life, a good job, primarily because ryousuke had introduced you, since when you’d made a pretty good impression with the team coaches and other staff members. since when you’d gotten a job offer that you weren’t late to refuse. it was a good job and you got to see ryousuke more often than you otherwise would’ve been able to.

the season had just ended and both the team and all the staff had been invited to a reception, in celebration of the teams recent victories. you and ryousuke would be attending together, since neither of you had partners, and you were best friends after all. it felt natural.

it felt natural when ryousuke picked you up. it felt natural when you slid into the passenger seat of his car. and it felt natural as he pulled out on the main road, accelerating until he settled at a comfortable speed. he leaned back in his seat. relaxed. comfortable. it felt— your eyes strayed to ryousuke. there was a familiar curl to his curve of his lips as he watched to road ahead. tilting his head, ryousuke threw you a short glance, the drag of his mouth stretching just a bit further, eyes already back on the road.

“nice dress.” the ever teasing lilt to his voice could probably have thrown off someone who didn’t know ryousuke as well as you did, had they’d heard his words in passing. but not you. you knew him well after all of these years, and to you, the sincerity was only scarcely concealed in every syllable.

“you like it?” you told yourself that his opinion only mattered, because he was your best friend. and it was true, that with a friend like ryousuke, being praised did mean a little something extra. ryousuke wasn’t someone to give praise and compliments where they weren’t due. often, instead opting for pushing others to do their best and improve through harsh words and berated guiding. so when ryousuke really did praise someone, with his words no less, you knew that you could always trust it to be entirely truthful. the part that startled you though, was your internal desire for him to look at you again. to keep looking at you. it was the way your skin hand prickled when he did briefly glance your way earlier.

“yeah, it’s pretty,” he said. casually. as if it didn’t mean anything to say. “suits you.”

“thank you. not sure it was the best choice for tonight though,” you said, flat out. it felt too tight. too warm. like it was clinging to you, making your skin feel hot. that was probably why your skin had felt downright alive earlier. at least that’s what you told yourself, forgoing logic of the timing.

“how so?”

“i don’t know, it felt fine back at home, but—“

“you look great.” the words were absolutely meant to be reassuring, but they felt thick on his tongue. in your ears. sweet, even if he hadn’t spoken particularly sweetly. you swallowed once, before you felt like you could speak clearly.

“that— that’s not what i meant,” you said, inwardly cursing yourself for the slight stutter. not that it mattered. ryousuke had heard your stutter in various situations before, it was normal for people to trip on their own words every now and then. but for some reason, right now, you couldn’t stand the thought of it. “it just feels kind of tight.”

“well maybe you shouldn’t have worn something tight fitting then,” ryousuke countered.

“it’s not that tight!” ryousuke simply hummed a undistinguishable tune in response, and you might’ve been upset if your mind wasn’t otherwise occupied by the tightness over your skin. “isn’t it kinda hot in here?” you ask, question lingering in the air as ryousuke sent a quick glance your way. his expression still painted in such familiar colors, a little teasing, toeing the line of menacing.

“is it?” it wasn’t actually a question for you to answer. not exactly. but you did anyway.

“a little.” you smile at the little huff coming from the drivers seat. you watched him for a moment, mouth feeling dry as you took him in. he’d dressed up nicely for the occasion. dress shirt and slacks. even a tie around his neck as well. “do you mind if turn on the a’c?”

“go ahead.”

and so you did. yet, it didn’t seem to cool you down as much as you’d hoped. it was nice, sure, but your skin still felt heated, a light tingle ever present from the warmth. you probably really should have worn a different dress. leaning your head back against the headrest of your set, you let yourself soak in the coolness of the a’c, even as the effect wasn’t as much as expected, a little was still better than none at all.

the rest of the drive transpired in silence. comfortable silence at that. comfortable. yet still imposing. you didn’t actually know how that was possible, but it seemed that it was. while it was comefortable, you couldn’t help but hope that he’d say something. you didn’t actually know what. but something. anything that would take your mind off how unbearably warm this dress was, and how it clung to your skin. but he didn’t. he drove, and before you knew it, the car was parked, and ryousuke stood there, car door open and hand extended for you to take.

“coming?” shaking the discomfort, you took his hand and let him help you out the car. your hands felt clammy. an unusual feeling. why did your hands tingle? and why did the breeze feel so good against what little of your skin was exposed? ryousuke watched you, hand lingering just a little longer. or maybe you just thought it up? maybe. that’s at least what you told yourself when his hand slid out of yours. what a silly thought. or maybe it wasn’t? ryousuke’s hand instead found the small of your back and lead you inside, leaving a tingling handprint on your body when you’d made it in, and he let go. reluctantly maybe? another silly thought, you told yourself.

or maybe. maybe it wasn’t all that silly. because it seemed, that whenever the chance appeared, one of ryousuke’s hands found you. whether it be knuckles brushing yours to get your attention, a hand on your waist to steer you in the right direction as you walked side by side, or fingers settling against your arm when they two of you spoke. when… someone looked? a little too long? no, you must’ve made that up, for sure. but there was something about the way he never strayed from your side for long. how he always reappeared when someone was showing interest. something about the way you were painfully aware of his presence at any given time. how you felt him coming before he opened his mouth a positively scared off any hopeful admirer.

it was at such a moment, standing near a wall, watching one of ryousuke’s teammates scramble off with his head hanging low that it happened. shaking your head, you decided not to comment on ryousuke’s intimidating demeanor. instead you heaved a frustrated sigh, feeling utterly restricted and uncomfortable in this ridiculous dress. you made yourself a mental note of never wearing this dress again. ryousuke watched you. expectancy. waiting for you to speak.

“it’s just this cursed dress.” you groan, tugging a little at the fabric covering your arms. “i really shouldn’t have worn something with sleeves.”

“that bad?” not a single muscle in ryousuke’s face betrayed what thoughts may be happening behind that all familiar draw at his lips.

“yeah, i’m sweating.”

“it’s not even that hot in here. are you sick?” while the words were those of concern, ryousuke’s tone stayed the same. another thing that a stranger might not have noticed for what it was, but after all these years by his side, you didn’t seem to have that struggle. at least for the most part, you had a pretty good read on him.

“i don’t think so?” ryousuke put a hand on your arm for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night. it was such a casual touch, nothing out of the ordinary. but his hand felt so warm, even through the fabric of your dress. yet, it somehow felt soothing.

“you really are warm.” he noted. your head did feel a little fuzzy, but internally, you blamed it on the flute of bubbles you’d been handed upon your arrival. that was probably it. all things considered it was probably also the reason why your skin felt warm to the touch. ryousuke though, wasn’t letting up just yet. “if you’re not feeling well, you should’ve canceled.”

“i’m fine, ryou.” he looked at you with that calculated expression. borderline judging. “i only started on the way here. and i’m fine.”

“it started on the way here?”

“yeah. it was really hot in your car, remember?” you crossed your arms across your chest, ryousuke refusing to let his hand slide off of your arm as you did. instead it slipped further towards your elbow, having you shift your weight onto your other foot.

“it really wasn’t that warm.” ryou searched your face, brows knitted together slightly. “are you wearing a new perfume?”

“what?”

“i asked if you’re wearing a new perfume. you smell different.” his hand moved. slowly. fingers absentmindedly trailing down your side. traveling while he spoke. gracing over the fabric over your waist

“i’m not,” you said, skin blazing under his touch, even through your dress. maybe it should have confused you, that ryousuke touched you like this. but as it was, the wonder didn’t even cross your mind. only the feeling of his fingers crowded your head, even as you tried to push it down and concentrate on his words, not his touch. “it’s the same as always.” he searched your face for another beat, breathing in deeply.

“are you–” ryousuke stopped, voice dropping low. he cast a glance around the room, before turning back to you, a twitch at the corner of his mouth the only tell that something was off. “come with me.”

“what? why?”

“just come,” he repeated, snatching your wrist as a muscle in his jaw tightening slightly. he didn’t pull or try to force you to go with him. he simply held onto your wrist and lead you away from the crowds when you nodded and obediently followed his lead. he simply held onto you, but even that simple touch had your head feeling heavier and your skin feeling even hotter. tingly. he didn’t say anything else before you’re safely removed from any prying eyes and listening ears. he didn’t utter a single word, before he’d found himself befitting nook in a vacant bathroom far from any festivities hosted in the building. and even then, he watched you for a moment longer, as time stretched between you. then he inched closer.

“let me get this straight,” he said, intently studying you, breathing deep. or maybe he was steeling himself, for something you didn’t quite comprehend yet. “you’re wearing the same perfume as always, correct?” you sighed. you already told him this, so why? well.

“yes.”

“funny. you smell notably different,” he noted and moved even closer. he inhaled, as if to confirm with himself, shoulders sagging ever so slightly. “sweeter. you’re feeling hot?”

“yes,” you repeated, still confused at his insistence that you smelled different; too busy mentally convincing yourself that he’s probably just imagining it, to pay much mind to his other questions.

“feels like an oncoming fever doesn’t it?” he asked. you’d been over this already, so why did he keep pressing the matter? a fever? you hadn’t even mentioned it feeling like that, but now that he’d said it, it might. but even then, something stubborn inside of you, kept you from going back on the insistence that you were indeed okay.

“i’m fine,” you said, brushing it off. or at least you tried to. ryousuke caught your chin between his fingers, and held you in place as he looked into your eyes.

“answer me properly.” there was something about the way he spoke. about his tone. the words. you didn’t know, but it made you want to do just that. compelled you in a way that surprised you. welcome, but still surprising.

“i guess. but i really am fine,” you added. maybe you should have stepped away. maybe you should have turned your head, pulled free of his grasp. maybe. but his fingers felt good against your skin. warm. callused, but soft. perfect.

“how’s you’re head?” ryousuke inched even closer. heat burnt across your skin. all the little hairs across your body stood on end. he was close. so, so close. too close. not close enough. you wanted to step closer. which was weird. you shouldn’t want that. you shouldn’t. squaring your shoulders, you mustered all defiance left in your body.

“ryou, i’m not sick,” you told him. and that was final. there was nothing more to discuss. or at least that’s what you tried to communicate. that’s what you wanted your tone to say. and you were ready to tell him so, when he opened his mouth to speak once more.

“no, you’re not,” he said. your own mouth snapped shot. what? you’d been ready to tell him to stop pushing it. to tell you that you were done discussing it. but he just agreed? what? you looked at him in silence, confused. confused because he didn’t fight back. confused because with every passing moment the desire to move in closer got stronger.

“what?” your voice came out weak and just as confused as your were.

“how does it feel—“ ryousuke started, ignoring your question. as he spoke, he stepped a little closer, inserting himself into your personal space, like you yourself had longed to do. you didn’t back away when he his hand moved down, tracing your exposed collarbone with his fingers. “—when i touch you?”

“good,” was the first ghost of a word to leave your mouth, spilling from your lips before you’d even decided to say it. and had you had the chance to decide, you probably wouldn’t have said it. “warm. hot. like my skin is on fire,” you quickly added in an attempt to cover up the confession.

“you’re in heat,” ryousuke stated, fingers still lingering against your skin. caressing. moving. burning against your hammering pulse.

“what?” you asked again. you heard him. of course you did. but as soon as you did, your blood started rushing in your ears, drowning out the very words and their meaning. you heard him. but you didn’t quite follow. or maybe the disbelief was all in your head. you were what?

“you’re going into heat.” you couldn’t be. of course not. you’d never been in heat. but you were an omega, so– why not? maybe you were actually getting sick after all, and this was ryousuke’s way of making you admit defeat. of making you accept the fact for what it was. but somehow you didn’t quite think that was the case after all. your hands clenched, unclenched. clenched, unclenched. clenched.

“how do you know?” you found yourself asking. because how did he know? and when did you accept this to be true? only mere moments prior, the thought felt completely and utterly insane. your mind was racing. spinning. how you managed to string words together into coherent sentences was a miracle you couldn’t quite comprehend.

“i’ve had my rut more than a few times, remember?” he asked, not waiting for you to reply before he continued. you nodded anyway. “i know how it makes the body feel. and the smell– the smell is unmistakably alluring.”

“i thought only your fated pair could smell that.”

“that’s correct,” he said, only then making you realize you’d spoken out loud. you looked back up to catch his gaze with yours, only then realizing you’d been watching him speak, watching his lips form each word and each syllable, for who knew how long. the silence settled for a moment. what? ryousuke looked at you like he waited for a reaction. like he expected you to say something. he grew blurry around the edges. or maybe it was your vision glazing over. his lips curled into that familiar smirk of his as he watched you. “you know what this means right? the fact that i can smell it on you. that your body is reacting to me.” a dull ache rose in your abdomen. did he realize what his closeness did to you? did he realize how the ache felt so much like a calling. like it was screaming for him. could he hear? could he feel? could he–

“ryousuke– i–” you didn’t understand. no, actually you understood what you needed, all too clear. but you didn’t understand how this came to be. and at the very moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. but you understand what this meant. and you wanted it. him. but you didn’t. your head kept spinning, when he finally said the words.

“you’re my fated pair,” he pressed. “and i’m yours.” he watched you. he was close. so close. had he moved even closer? and you stood there, lost for words and brain churning. he was your fated pair. he was your fated pair and you yearned for him. yearned for his fingers to touch you elsewhere. to caress you in places that no one else had ever ventured. where no one but yourself had ever touched. did it really have to be him? your best friend. of course it had to be him. it was like the universe knew that you cared for him in a way that’d you’d never cared for anyone else. feelings you’d tried for years to squash, because he wasn’t yours to hold. but he was. he was your fated pair. and you were his. what did this mean?

“what’re we supposed to do now?” it felt like ages had passed before the words spilled from your lips. but– oh god he was so close. the aching deepend.

“you tell me.” his tongue poked out to wet his lips, but he didn’t lean in. actually, he didn’t move at all, lest for said lips, as he spoke again. “there’s nothing we’re supposed to do. we can do what we want. so tell me. what do you want?” what did you want? you weren’t actually sure. or maybe you were. yeah. deep down, you knew exactly what you wanted, but how were you supposed to tell him that? even now when your whole body was on fire and his scent alone made your mouth water, a twinge of fear leashed your tongue. how were you supposed to tell him? how were you supposed to throw caution out the window and just lay yourself bare for him to reject?

“i think–” you trailed off, searching for something to say. did he even want this? want you? he’d never shown you any interest that could be interpreted as romantic. but that’s just the thing with ryousuke, wasn’t it? he was in general not one to showcase feelings, and when you were being honest, you’d never seen him show interest in anyone like that, whether romantic or sexual.

“what do you need? tell me.” there it was again. that compelling need to be honest and tell him exactly what he asked. what he wanted.

“i need you to kiss me. touch me.” that familiar draw at his lip twitched upward, and pulled into something wicked. something unnerving that sent a shiver running down your spine, forcing you to shudder. unnerving. thrilling. like a hunter, keenly watching every reaction visible on your face. in your stance. your words.

“as you wish, princess.” the words were sweet, but the tone was all but. it was teasing. mocking even, and somehow utterly him. painstakingly so. that was the last thing to run through your head before the ache in your abdomen seared, making your knees buckle, as his lips connected to yours and you clenched around nothing.

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

#kominato ryousuke #kominato ryosuke #kominato ryousuke x reader #kominato ryosuke x reader #daiya no ace #fanfic #diamond no ace #ace of diamond #ryousuke x reader #daiya no ace x reader #i don't remember how to tag fics <3 #and also i don't care because i had fun so that's whats important anyway #my first ryou fic. i love him #useradrienne

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prettyiwa · 11 months

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Ryou snippet for @princesskazuya

He doesn’t like the way your name rolls off Mitsuichi’s tongue. It sounds too casual, almost familiar as though you two spend time together outside of the one class you shared last year. Ryousuke knows that you haven’t, but hearing him speak your name still makes his fingers itch. It makes him feel uncomfortable enough that he nearly misses the words that follow, the context given, but it’s impossible. “What do you mean?” “Oh, yeah, I forgot you two are friends,” Mitsuichi says, pausing his story. The others glance at Ryousuke, though more out of acknowledgment that he spoke rather than anticipating the ice that coats his tongue, ready to be used. “Yeah, Sakai said that he’s been trying to date her. She doesn’t make it easy, though you probably know that.” “Why would you assume that?” The others flinch at the drop in temperature and shift in his demeanor, but Mitsuichi might be too stupid to notice. Ryousuke isn’t sure whether his frustration stems from Mitsuichi’s careless gossip, from the association between Sakai and you, or the insinuation that you’re humoring Sakai, but all of it feeds that dull throb forming in the back of his head. “Well, you probably know her best out of everyone on the team. Except for Sakai, maybe. Haven’t you tried dating her?” There is no “trying” between you two—he’s more than aware of the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips, the weight of your laugh during shitty horror films, the taste of you that lingers on his tongue. You’re his, irreparably. But there’s also that hard line he’s drawn, the one that explicitly prohibits dating.

#✒.ix writes #daiya no ace x reader #kominato ryousuke x reader #daiya.✒

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queer-obsession · 11 months

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y'all better be so fucking ready for some ace of the diamond X reader cause it's baseball season in the states mf and i haven't even been watching the games but it's been all over my socials and shits giving me so many ideas. prepare yourselves

#ace of the diamond #miyuki kazuya #sawamura eijun #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader #kuramochi youichi #chris yuu takigawa #kominato haruichi #sawamura eijun x reader #bara no seidou #baseball #baseball season mf #you will not know what hit you #anime #kominato ryousuke #yuuki tetsuya #you will cry

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kunikame · 2 years

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❝miyuki didn't want to let you guys in, he wanted to sleep. the music started playing and suddenly there were too many of you, so the party was moved to the cafeteria in the end.❞

C/N: this has been sitting in my drafts since february i finally posted it omg go me !!!!! anyway hellaur tinee people in my phone <3

T: 4 h 21 m

ㅡ！tags: @toges-wife / fill form/pm/ask/comment to be added! (if you’re in bold i can’t tag you)

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terriblesportsimagines · 1 year

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>:))

top 5 fave animes?

top 5 fave knb matches?

top 5 fave requests u’ve gotten?

top 5 fave things about your fave character?

Oh man, this is a really long post that took me hours to write XD I apologize for the length and the going a little nuts over a character not from a series I write this blog for ^-^'

Here we go~

Top 5 fave animes (this is hard btw lmao it tends to change over time XD)

Tokyo Revengers

Daiya no Ace

Naruto

Kuroko no Basket

Yuri on Ice

Remembering all the anime I've watched is haaard. and 'fave' is transitory lol. The above five are the one's I've rewatched out of love. There are a bunch that I love but that were just short one-season things that I never wrote anything for like My Roomate is a Cat, and Kotaro Lives Alone, Gakuen Babysitters and Record of Ragnarok.

But honorable mentions go to OG/or high-fave anime that I still write for:

Gundam Wing

Yu-Gi-Oh

Herioc Legend of Arislan

Eyeshield 21

Days

Top 5 fave knb matches

Seirin vs Rakuzan

Too vs Kaijo

Seirin vs Shutoku

Seirin vs Yozen

Seirin vs Too

Top 5 fave requests

This is really hard because there are SO MANY, and there is only one that really sticks out. I went back through my asks and it took so long XD

Kominato Ryousuke x Reader x Kuramochi Youichi smut

GoM play laser tag

Ryousuke, Mochi and Miyuki react to s/o's cheesy pick up lines

Akashi's son goes to kindergarten

Lemony Yamato, Kakei, and Marco

Making out headcanons with Phichit, Guanghong and Yurio

Top 5 fave things about my fave character

Okay, so trying to choose ONE character is really hard... I'm going to go with Mikey from TR because he's my current fave lol

He can be incredibly loyal, especially when he's younger. He will throw down with anyone that talks shit or hurts his gang or any of it's members. Of course, loses this some over time as he gets darker

He's beautiful, and adorable, no matter which timeline Mikey it is. Looks wise, my least favorite is serial killer!Mikey cause black hair looks weird on him, as black hair often does on blonds. My fave is either first!timeline adult Mikey, or pre-serial killer Mikey, when he has the short blond hair.

He loves deeply and fiercely. This is why he breaks a little more every time he loses someone, until his final loss and he gives in completely to the darkness. His inability to deal with his lost loved ones is the corner stone of why he goes dark (even with the revelations of the last few chapters)

He's so badass, but like, super childish at the same time? He rides the fine like between capability and being taken care of. Like he can stand up and be independent, and is the BOSS, but if there are others around that will wait on him, he will take advantage lol

His ambition and leadership qualities. Mikey knows himself, he knows the darkness and knows the path he's headed towards -- it was the path he chose. Because he knows himself, and because he's loyal and loves his friends, he leaves them to keep them safe, mostly from himself.

Mikey is so complex, but at his heart, he's a loyal, loving boy/man that was hurt over and over until he was forced to harden himself to survive. He's childish in some cases (mostly when he's a 14/15 year old baby), but he grows through out the course of the series (sadly, just not for the better). He lost literally everyone closest to him, and really is a product of a life of tragedy and pain. This is why I think he's one of most sympathetic villains I've ever read, and the mangaka has done a great job with the story telling, for the most part.

/End rant cause I could go on forever.

#kerrie speaks!#question game #top 5s

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kaaytea · 2 years

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Could I request some ryousuke fluff? I'M SORRY THIS IS SO VAGUE BUT ANY RYOUSUKE CONTENT FROM U WOULD MAKE ME SO SO HAPPY! Thank you and i love your writing so much 😭💞💞

A Warm Welcome

Kominato Ryousuke x reader

A/n: You never have to apologize when it comes to Ryou requests! This was a very self indulgent fantasy that I've been thinking of for way too long now, hopefully it's fluffy enough 🙈

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"Is it too late to get off at the next station and head back to Tokyo?"

Your voice shook as you spoke—though you couldn't tell if it was from nerves or the consistent rattling of the train.

Ryousuke looked up from his phone, pink fringe brushing innocently at the bridge of his nose as a twisty smile pulled the corner of his mouth up.

"Not chickening out, are you?"

"N-no!" you sputtered. Heat spread through your veins to your cheeks as your boyfriend watched you fidget in the train seat. You hugged your backpack closer to your chest, squeezing onto the object like a child would to their parent; the action was grounding, plus, it helped reduce how noticeably you were shaking. "I just . . . Nevermind. Forget I said anything."

Ryousuke hummed at your words, playing off your dismissal with a carefree response, but that didn't stop the sceptical look he sent you before turning back to his phone.

Grey blurs of buildings flew past the window across from you, and the long, dark wires connecting the train to the line shimmied with excitement as the transport rumbled along; occasionally a splatter of green would join the show as you moved farther away from your temporary home at Seidou to the Kanagawa prefecture.

Your bottom lip had long since become raw from biting at the protective layer of skin, and yet you found it entirely difficult to stop. In an attempt to halt the damaging habit, your hands busied themselves with the little keychains and trinkets hanging from your bag. No matter what you did you couldn't shake the sick feeling growing in your chest; a pressure that shortened your breath and shot an antsy emotion through you. There was no reason as to why you should be this petrified, your friends had assured you you'd be fine—"Ryou will be with you the entire time," they had said with teasing laughs, "Just enjoy yourself!"—but you couldn't stop your mind from imagining every terrible incident that could unfold on this trip.

As the train came to a stop at the last station before the one you were set to get off at, Ryousuke snuck a look at you. It didn't take long for him to lock on to your fidgeting hands and the irritated state of your bottom lip. Pocketing his phone, Ryou reached out and pulled your hands away from the keychains on your bag and set them in your lap.

"If you're really not comfortable with meeting my family then we can go back to Tokyo. I can text my mom right now and tell her you're not feeling well."

"No!" You said almost too quickly, "I mean, I really do want to meet your family, it's just . . ."

"Just what?" Ryousuke prompted, his voice had taken an uncharacteristically gentle tone—it always did when involving you, which was something you came to love.

"I'm afraid they won't like me."

Your voice was just loud enough to be heard over the noisy train, but Ryousuke's snort of amusement came out clear above the mulling murmur.

"Ryoou," you groaned, slapping his knee as you watched his shoulders shake from quiet laughs.

"I can't believe that's what you're worried about."

"It's a justified fear!" This time you shoved his shoulder lightly, which only seemed to make the smile on his face widen. "You speak so highly of your mother and father—not to mention I'm terrified your little brother will hate me!"

"Haruichi isn't going to hate you," he said. Ryousuke's hand sought out yours, resting the loosely linked digits on his thigh. "At most you'll make him nervous because of how pretty you are."

It was rare for Ryou to compliment you—not because he didn't love you, but because he normally expressed such feelings in different ways as opposed to verbal praise. Nonetheless, your cheeks warmed at his words, your head dipping to stare at where your hand held his to hide your blush.

"No one in my family is going to hate you, (y/n). My mom's loved you since the moment I told her I was dating someone back in first year. She always asks how you're doing whenever I call her."

"Really?" You said looking up at him. You couldn't imagine how the woman was so fond of you already when she hadn't even heard your voice.

"Mhm," Ryousuke answered with a nod.

Your chest started to warm at the confirmation. It was as though you had just been given a hug; the maternal love you had been missing at Seidou flooded through you at the thought of Ryousuke's mother being so invested in your well-being.

The train softly lurched forward as it slowed to a stop—Ryousuke's hand left yours, instead moving to hold onto your arm to prevent you from falling due to the sharp movements. Once fully stationary, the doors slid open and a pleasant woman's voice rang over the intercom announcing the current station and a string of future destinations.

"We get off here," Ryou stood up with you following close behind. He swiftly took your bag and slung it over his shoulder—ignoring your many protests—and rested his free hand on your waist to guide the pair of you through the crowded platform.

Your eyes wandered, picking out the differences between the Kanagawa train station to the one you frequented in Tokyo. You weren't entirely paying attention, so when your eyes landed on the destination Ryou was directing the two of you towards the wave of anxiety you had forgotten surged.

Not too far away stood a small family of three; a short woman, a taller man standing on her left, and a young boy situated between both parties—all of which shared the same features you thought to be unique to Ryousuke.

It was magical how quickly your opinion on the family's acceptance of you changed. The longer you watched them while Ryou drew the both of you closer, the more welcomed you felt. Ryousuke's mother was merrily waving the two of you over, a warm, welcoming look on her face; her husband stood quietly next to her, but exchanged happy words with the woman the second they had spotted their son and his partner. Haruichi—one you had been most terrified to meet—bounced happily on his feet as he awaited his brother's arrival.

The family was small and cozy, and because of that, you found all your previous worries blown away by the autumn breeze.

#kayquests #kominato ryosuke #kominato ryousuke x reader #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace #ace of diamond x reader #ace of the diamond x reader #ace of the diamond #diamond no ace x reader #diamond no ace #kominato ryousuke #Kominato ryousuke x reader

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norimiya · 3 years

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Can I request smth if you don’t have any ideas atm? What about a character of your choosing whose s/o asks to braid their hair. How would they react?

-stan anon

stan anon my beloved. /lh this was supposed to be uploaded earlier but i suddenly became busy 😐

okay i did miya as well but it can be seen as platonic!

Kominato Ryosuke

the moment you approached him with a hair tie and a brush, he immediately walks the other way.

not in like a, ‘don’t bother, i won’t do it.’ but in a, ‘you want me to do something for you, try and catch me first.’ kind of…way.

he would have trouble, a lot of it. whether it be because of your hair texture (he’ll learn dw) or his lack of skill.

though maybe the third time asking him, he’ll do far better than the other two times.

“you’re getting better at this,” you say, looking at the mirror to watch his fingers twist and twirl the strands together.

“i expect full payment.” he chuckles, pulling the unfinished braid lightly. “you make it look easy though, i keep messing up.”

you tilt your head back, peering up at him with a smile. “now i have something I’m better at than you.”

“Just you wait, I’ll be better at this than you in no time.”

Miya Chinen

okay…firm believer that Miya used to braid his hair in the back… like a rat tail 😭

or like a padawan braid, if you’re into star wars

but anyways, I’m sure he’d know how to braid hair, i stand case and point.

so when you ask him, he’s going to act annoyed like always.

but he’s going to know exactly what to do and how to do it.

“how do you know how to braid?” you ask, standing in front of him while he sections your hair.

“it’s hot in summer and i didn’t want my hair in my face,” he replied, silently cursing you for the knots in your hair.

you lean your head down when he tells you to, laughing quietly at his answer. “will you let me braid your hair one of these days?”

he hums, dragging it on until you slap him lightly. “alright, alright!” he laughed, “maybe one of these days.”

#sk8 the infinity imagines #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader #sk8 the infinity headcanons #miya chinen x reader #miya chinen headcanons #ace of diamond headcanons #ace of the diamond imagines #ace of diamond x reader #kominato ryousuke x reader #kominato ryosuke headcanons #daiya no ace headcanons #daiya no ace x reader #goob writes!#goob.rq #stan anon!

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miyuwuki · 2 years

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<3 anon! Here for the matchup, congrats on 500 :)

my current mbti is ISTP! my likes include sweets, stargazing, and music! I dislike large amounts of noise though, also crowds.

id like a matchup from daiya no ace :))

theres nothing else to add, have fun :D

- <3

a/n: omg hello <3 anon! how are you? how’s the rotc and med classes? i missed u sm i hope ur doing well and eating good bc u deserve it. ty for coming and participating in this event ily

DIAMOND NO ACE

miyuki kazuya

so i did a little researcher on istp’s and found that they are very independent, practical, and responsible. it gives “i don’t need anyone but me,” and that’s why i chose kazuya! giving that istp’s are not openly clingy and are always doing something, both of you guys can focus on your priorities because you both know that you guys still love each other. kazuya has practice, you might have rotc/med classes from what i remember, and so both of you reach an understanding that availability isn’t always present. but of course, you both make up for it! stay at home dates and going to little bakeries is something common when you guys need to reconnect and it is perfect. you both catch up on everything and share little sweet moments, and sometimes he’ll plan special dates where he cooks for you! knowing istp’s are hardworking, he will definitely take amazing care of you, reminding you to take breaks and to hydrate as he does the same.

overall this relationship is so mature and that’s something he needs since most of his time is dedicated to baseball

kominato ryousuke

another guy who’s dedicated to baseball; ryousuke definitely enjoys his alone time and admires you for excelling in your hobbies yourself! he knows how busy you can get so it gives him the chance to practice on what he loves too. i just know he loves to star gaze, so often he’ll pull you away, even if it’s just for 30 minutes, to count the stars with you and even name them for fun! he loves the smile on your face when he takes you out for it :) he also does not like large crowds, so you both often stay away from people and find peace in each other’s company. he is his utmost self when he’s alone with you, and he hopes you’re just as comfortable as him. he will find you treats that aren’t too sweet but will play it off

this relationship is also very mature, just a bit different though because ryousuke is a big tease

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

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oh-look-isa-weeb · 3 years

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Ryousuke finds you at 3 A.M. on a Sunday night. The lights are off. The door is closed. You sit in the middle of the floor, blankly staring, in pitch-black darkness and complete silence. How long have you been there? Why aren't you sleeping? Are you okay?

Ryousuke is sharp-edged, barbed tongue speaking harsh truths and painful jabs and he's a 'tough love' kind of guy — always has been. But here, in the quiet moment between days, where the world around you is asleep, when he kneels in front of you and gathers you into his arms, he is soft. Comforting. His wicked words shape themselves into quiet, soothing hums.

You try to speak, to acknowledge his presence, but all that escapes you is a whimper. You lean into his embrace, and the whimpers turn into soft sobs, the tears that were lying under the surface finally rising up, and it's like a dam breaks.

He doesn't ask for explanations. He doesn't complain as you tremble in his arms, doesn't comment on the ungodly hour, doesn't note the fact that you both are huddled together on the floor. All he whispers, in the quiet of the moment, at 3 A.M. on a Sunday night, is "It'll be okay."

It's okay. You're okay.

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace imagines #daiya no ace x reader #kominato ryousuke #kominato ryousuke x reader #isa’s drabbles #i wrote this in ten minutes #not proofread #vent drabble sorta

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koushuwu · 2 months

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» 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 *:･ﾟ✧

» 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kominato ryousuke x reader | blazing heat pt. 2 | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,5k | masterlist

» 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): 18+ content, afab!reader, omegaverse, fated pair, alpha!ryousuke, omega!reader, alcohol consumption, presumed unrequited love, semi public sex, unprotected sex, sex during heat, mentions of marking, spit, dubcon.

» 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i wasn't going to write this, but it's been under ways since dearest kendall put in the tags, of the first part, that they deserve to fuck nasty | the biggest thanks to @heroesfan101 for betaing for me | pt. 1

you’d never really considered the concept of marking. frankly you didn’t so much consider it then either. late bloomer as you were, the consequences of marking, or lack thereof, hadn’t really been a pressing matter to you. of course you knew that an omega’s heat only ever affected their fated pair. unless. unless an omega was marked by another alpha. you knew that if an alpha that wasn’t your fated pair were to mark you, your heat would no longer just affect your fated pair. it would also affect them, which needless to say, left a strong urge in the gut of most alphas, to mark their fated pair. you knew all of this, but even so you’d never really paid it much mind.

but now? well it wasn’t so much that you considered it now either. but there was this charged pull inside of you. like a magnet, pulling at you from within. and the opposite pole? ryousuke. his lips on yours was firm. demanding. his tongue. coaxing your lips apart. pulling a soft whimper from your throat. your hands in his hair. closer. closer. it was desperate. hungry. unlike any hunger you’d ever felt before. starved even. hands pulled. nails raked. tongues met. hasty. ravenous.

ryousuke’s lips on yours sent heat surging through your body. hotter. even hotter. the hairs at the back of your neck stood on end. the little hairs on your arms. everything. even the air was hot. your lips moved against his, as ryousuke’s hands trailed down your sides. settled on your hips. squeezed. dragged you closer. and held you firmly in place. or maybe he was the one drawing closer? his body pressed against yours. eyelids fluttered, albeit already shut, when his hard cock pressed against you. trapped in between your bodies. you wanted to touch. to taste. to feel. badly. but you couldn’t. instead you pulled his face even closer, teeth scraping over his lower lip. saliva making your lips slide effortlessly against one another.

you knew that you probably should have drawn back. asked to take things slow. tried to cool down. something. but the moment ryousuke kissed you, you could think of nothing else. all confusion was utterly blown with the wind. all hesitation stripped and doubt squashed. a moan got trapped between your lips. your tongues and your teeth. you didn’t realize it was you, before ryousuke groaned in turn, the sound vibrating against you. his hips bucked and you wanted him so badly. no, you needed him.

“ryou–” you whimpered against his lips, legs feeling like lead.

“yes,” his voice sounded so different then. so right. he pulled back and when you looked at him, his pupils were blown and he looked even more dangerous than you’d ever seen him. it didn’t scare you. instead, you whimpered, arousal pooling in your panties at the sight. it excited you. he could just take you. claim you. right then and there. he could— “talk to me.”

“ryou–”

“talk to me.” this time, his words sounded more like a command. and you wanted to do as he asked. you wanted to tell him what you needed. you wanted–

“you–” you voice didn’t quite obey the way you wished it would. ryousuke smiled. predatory at best. and you his prey. “i— need you,” you tried again, this time managing to push the words from your throat.

“i’m here,” he said. he sounded so collected. but looking at him, you knew better. you knew he was straining. was he holding back? “what do you need?”

“just touch me. please,” you whined. hands fisting in his hair, tugging the strands. “ryousuke–”

“fuck,” he hissed, diving back in to capture your lips with his. harder this time. wetter. hotter. heat flaring up inside you like a fire. rough hands tugged at your dress, bunching it up in his fists. teeth sinking into your lower lip. “you’re going to ruin me,” he groaned against your mouth, hoisting your dress up, far enough for his hands to reach under and cup your ass. to cup. to grasp. to grope.

saliva trickled down your chin from the messy kiss. lips breaking apart when ryousuke pressed against your pussy. one hand between your legs. fingers rubbing over your cunt. your head thrown back with a moan. ryousuke’s hand clamped over your mouth. the other still rubbed at your sex.

“shhhhhh,” he hushed, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. “we don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” your knees buckled. his teeth scraping over the skin of your neck. another pleading moan vibrated against ryousuke’s hand.

maybe, if you’d had half a mind to reconsider, maybe you’d pushed away and asked that the two of you went home. if you’d had even less than that, maybe you’d tucked him with you to a nearby bathroom stall. but in that moment you had neither. you wanted him and you wanted him right now. right here. nothing else mattered in that moment. nothing but the feeling of his lips attached to your skin. his fingers rubbing at your clothed pussy. fingers pressing into your mouth. spit running down your chin. down your neck. the pads of his fingers pressed against your tongue. stuffing your mouth just enough, that the moans muffled around his digits.

his tongue mapped out the column of your throat. his lips tasting the salt of your skin. his teeth scraping over the scent glands emitting the sweetest scent he’d ever smelled. you needed him. you needed him, needed him, needed him. needed him. his nose buried against your skin. you needed him. teeth dug into his fingers, making him yank back.

“ryou,” you whimpered, hips bucking against his fingers. “please. take me,” you choked, and ryousuke groaned. low. guttural.

“i got it,” he said, brusquely pushing your panties to the side. he sucked in a breath when you slick coated his fingers. he didn’t hesitate. he didn’t want to miss out on a single moment that he could be closer to you. and despite your clear intentions at that very moment, he knew better than to just go ahead and ‘take you’, as you’d put it. as much as he wanted to, he wanted to see you, feel you, falling apart in his hands just as much. what he wouldn’t say out loud, had he been asked, was that he, in equal measures, also just didn’t want to risk hurting you. his fated pair. how could he? how could he, indeed?

instead he slipped a finger against your sex, sinking into your soppy cunt. easy. it was so easy to slide inside. it would be easy to just sink his cock deep inside of you. but not yet. not yet. not yet, damn it. instead, he pulled the one finger almost all the way out, and inserted another along with it when he thrust it back inside. your breathing hitched and ryousuke slotted his lips right against yours, swallowing the moan that threatened to ring out through the hall. ryousuke’s free hand slipped into the back pocket of his pants, fishing out his wallet. he’d never been more grateful to his past self for keeping condoms with him. he didn’t sleep around per say, but he definitely wasn’t innocent either. yet, for the times he’d had the need for it, this was the one that mattered the most. at that moment, the only one that mattered at all. his lips traveled across your jaw as he worked his fingers inside you, while simultaneously fumbling to open his wallet with the other hand. wet lips down your neck. teeth grazing your skin lightly.

“ryou–” you repeated, impatient. so very impatient.

“i said i got it,” he rasped against your neck. “let me just–” his wallet slapped to the ground by your feet, and for just one moment he stalled, not instantly realizing what’d happened. then he saw your hand that had slapped it from his grasp. the hand that now firmly cupped his cheek and turned his face towards him.

“fuck that,” you said, fingers burning against his skin. “ryou i can’t– can’t wait.” and as much as ryousuke knew then he should protest, should insist on using protection, he didn’t. because your sweet scent and the way your fingers burnt against his skin washed away any sense of reason.

“okay, if that’s what you want, princess. if that’s how it’s gonna be,” ryousuke drawled, restraint slipping by the second as he moved in for a bruising kiss, perfectly matching the increasing pace of his fingers thrusting into you. and then, all too soon, he retreated, pulling a – sweet moan from your lips along with it. “then you better keep quiet and take it.” you didn’t think. you didn’t. didn’t. you just felt. you felt yourself clamping down on nothing as his fingers slipped from your cunt. you felt your own slick, wet between your folds. your thighs. you felt the cold wall under your palms when he spun you around and pressed against you from behind. you felt. and you heard. you heard the buckle of his belt clicking. the shuffle, and the splitting sound of his zipper pulled down. and then you felt. felt the cold over the curve of your ass, as he pushed your dress up further. the warmth when his cock bumped against your ass. slipped through your folds. your juices. pushed inside. the stretch. the delicious stretch. so good, but yet, somehow not nearly enough.

“deeper,” you moaned. “more.” you moaned, and ryousuke’s hand clamped over your mouth for the second time that night.

“shhhh,” he shushed, pulling yet another pleasurable sound from your throat, only for it to dampen against his palm, as your walls clamped down hard.

a shaky exhale escaped himself as sheathed himself inside of you. he knows that he probably should be going slow. he knew it was your first time, and even more so, it was your first time with him. but as much as he knew all of that, he truly didn’t care for taking it slow. for being gentle. ryousuke wasn’t gentle, and you very well knew that too. you knew exactly who he was and what you were agreeing to. what you were asking for. what you were begging for, really. so he gave it to you, exactly like you asked. pulling back, before thrusting back inside. hard. fast. vigorous.

your breath was hot on his palm as you moaned against it. your pheromones weighing down the air around you. weighing down of ryousuke’s senses. his logical thinking. muted all but his desire for you. it was a scent that pulled at his very core, even as your perfume obscured the featherlight notes that accumulated to the the full symphony of you and your need for him. your skin was feverishly hot under his other palm, even through the skin of your dress that still half covered your form. had you had that chance, you probably would have shed the entire thing to try and cool down the burning of your skin. ryousuke was glad you didn’t, because as it was, he was positively losing his mind. should he be able to feel every single inch of your skin, the heat radiating off of your skin even more than he already did, he feared that it would be his very undoing. and he couldn’t have that, now that you were taking him so well, begging him for more with every buck and wiggle of your own hips to meet with his thrusts. so for now, that would have to wait, until he got you home. because he was going to take you home. he shouldn’t already, but he couldn’t very well ask you, in such a state, to wait the entire car ride home. and truthfully, he hadn’t wanted to wait either. not with the way he’d felt drawn to you all night. the way he’d known, even before he really knew that night. not with you. his mate.

his mate. ryousuke’s gaze dropped to your neck. your scent gland would be right there. what would it feel like to bite it right now? would you be mad? how would your skin look with his teeth marks embossed into it? he leaned in. he could just– he could– his forehead dropped against your shoulder, breath heavy. ragged. strained. he could just do it. you shuddered under his touch. quivered around his cock. he couldn’t. shouldn’t. but oh how he wanted to. instead he bullied inside of you harder, hips rocking against you in a frantic chase after your release. for his as well. to quell your needs. to silence the beckoning in his own mind. the beckoning to make you his. you were already his. he didn’t need to mark you for that, he tried convincing himself. but he wanted to. he wanted to so badly. he fucked you harder. you rocked back against him, meeting him halfway. you were his. he’d make you cry out his name. all the way through. he just needed. needed– yeah, he needed. desperately. calloused fingers pressed against your clit. wet with your slick, ryousuke’s fingers swiped over the sensitive nub. pressed down. circled it. effortlessly making you gasp for air. for more. for everything. and he gave it to you. he was going to give it to you. he was going to give you everything, when you clamped down on him. hard. teeth biting down on his hand, as if you somehow still had the sense to worry about someone hearing you. someone discovering what the two of you had gotten up to.

instead, ryousuke were the one to groan deeply as he kept on brutting into you, again and again. he had to pull out. he had to– had to– cum splattered across the back of your dress, droplets staining your hair. shit. he was never going to be able to look at that dress the same again. truthfully, you were probably never going to wear it again, after that night. but right now, you didn’t care. didn’t even give it as much as a single thought, when you turned and pulled him to you once more.

“hey, you,” he said before you could claim him again. “we need to get you home.”

“but–”

“i know. we’ll make it quick.” the ride home passed in a flurry. a flurry, where ryousuke had to pry your hands off of him more than once. where he had to force his own hands away from you. jaw clenched and skin prickling for more. for you. for him. and no later than the door to his place shut behind you, did you find him again. pull him towards you. press your lips against his, refusing to let him go for anything but the bare necessities, without a fuss, until the heat finally subsided. and when it did. when you finally found rest and drifted off is his arms, cock still nestled inside of you, you heard his voice.

“next time, don’t wear perfume. i want to smell you. just you. you’re mine.” and for some reason, those last words read oddly calming, and lulled you finally to sleep.

#kominato ryousuke #daiya no ace #fanfic #kominato ryousuke x reader #daiya no ace x reader #kominato ryousuke x reader smut #» spicy

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d0llhousess · 3 years

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Hello! I'd like to request hcs of miyuki, the kominato brothers and kuramochi with a female!reader who's more academic than sporty like them - maybe what they think about them being super smart and how they mutually support e/o? Like for example they hype up them up for making first in class rankings and the reader cheers them on loud af during games? Thank you so much!!!

Hi, Anon! First, Thank you so much for this request! Secondly, I love this request so much as I relate to being the “smart kid” and not the “sporty kid”, so this was fun (and easy) for me to write, haha! Again thank you so much for this request, and I hope you enjoy it <3

Miyuki Kazuya

tbh I always headcanon that he’s attracted to people who are very ambitious so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he ended up with the smartest person in his class.

he’s extremely proud of his S/O. He might not outwardly show it but he never fails to let you know how proud he is when the two of you are alone.

honestly, he’s pretty academic himself?? so, I don’t think he’d mind that you’re so academically focused, tbh he encourages it. your focus helps him focus!

study dates are definitely a thing with him.

yet, don’t expect him to be very bold with his support. he isn’t one to shout encouragements from the rooftops, but he’s the first one to inform you of the class rankings every time, the first to congratulate you on your high grades, etc.

will never admit this, but is thrilled to see you in the stands @ his games.

like you smiling at him, wishing him luck?? yeah he loves that shit.

doesn’t express how much he loves it because he isn’t used to the people he care about actually showing up to support him in his endeavors, but you know he’s ecstatic to see you from the sardonic smirk he shoots you.

Kuramochi Yōichi

your #1 hype man

this man is just so supportive, like it’s in his nature to hype you up 24/7.

unlike other people, he isn’t intimidated by your intelligence, in fact your smarts and your drive is what drew him in the most.

loves to hear you speak about your academic interest. you have a niche subject that you love?? oh he’s all ears, even tries to understand the subject just to hear you talk about it more.

every class ranking announcement, he’s smug the entire day. he’s so proud of you, and will not hesitate to let you and everyone else know.

not so subtlety brags about you.

helps manage your stress level as well! he knows how tense you get during exam times, and the pressure you feel, and he tries his best to keep you leveled. we love our self care king ;(

seeing you at his games makes him flush a little bit

it’s just something about seeing you decked out in his team colors, that makes his brain and heart stutter.

has a special sign he sends to you when he gets on a base/score. his teammates tease him every time for doing this, but he could care less.

Kominato Haruichi

tbh, he probably supported you before the two of you even got together.

he just admires people with a strong drive, and your academic success just proves how dedicated you are.

so he was a silent fan, yet the moment the two of you become involved he becomes vocal.

never fails to encourage you. he’s there through it all. you’re stressed? he’s lending an ear for you to vent. need help planning out a study schedule? he’s helping you chart it. up late studying?? definitely sneaks to bring you a midnight snack to your dorms.

every little accomplishment you make, he’s there to hype you up. who cares if it was just a practice test?? he’s still going to tell you how proud he is.

when you support his baseball endeavors, his heart is just so full.

he knows that sports aren’t really your thing, so to see you put in effort to be involved with something he’s dedicating his life to, he just falls in love with you all over again.

seeing you in the crowd gives him an extra boost. like yeah he’s excited to play, but he’s even more excited for you to see him play

Kominato Ryōsuke

you being so academically accomplished doesn’t really matter to him

that’s not to say that he isn’t proud/supportive, he is. but, he just doesn’t make a big deal about it.

subtly is key with Ryou, don’t expect grand gestures, or strong words of encouragement or support.

It just isn’t his style, his words of support are often layered with sharp teasing and sardonic remarks, so if you can read between the lines, then you’ll know just how much he supports you.

hypes you up to other people though, he brags about you, and he isn’t ashamed about it. his s/o is the best, why should he be humble about that?

excellent at helping you destress, he knows that you can get a bit overwhelmed with your studies and the pressure that comes with it, so he’s good at getting your mind to relax.

adores it when you come to his games, oh he gets so damn smug about it.

points you out to his teammates, like he tries to be sly with it, but his teammates know he’s just bragging.

wear his number and he’s yours forever <3

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mochisdoll · 2 years

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Crush Headcannons Pt.2

Feat. Ryosuke, Haruichi, Chris, Todoroki, & Sanada

Pt. 1

Ryosuke

I honestly do not think he’d be embarrassed about his crush on you

He’s not going to straight up tell anyone, but he’s not really hiding it either

Comes up behind you and whispers cheeky words in your ear

Always teasing you with that smug smile

If someone dares to try to embarrass him in front of you, he will make them regret it

“Kuramochi, if you don’t shut up, I’ll send Sawamura’s girl friend, that you always message a picture of you in the girls uniform.”

“Kuramochi, you put on the girls’ uniform?”

“Crossing the line. LEAVE ME ALONE.”

Not a big fan of sharing you with others, mostly likes one on one time with you

will always try to make opportunities to get the two of you alone

“Hey Isashiki, I heard Yuki was looking for you. Don’t worry, (y/n) and I will be fine by ourselves.”

This sly bastard will try all sorts of tricks to make sure you fall for him

It works.

Haruichi

How he reacts to you as his crush depends on when you meet him

If it’s in his 1st year, he’ll probably be a little shy, hesitant to talk to you

But if it’s during his second year, or even the later part of his 1st year, he’s not so shy

He’ll approach you, start conversations, make jokes and being overall charming

This man is suddenly a comedian when you are around, and sometimes Sawamura falls victim to being the butt of his jokes

Like his brother, likes to get alone time with you, but tries to be a bit more subtle about it

“I was having trouble with this one concept, maybe you could help me understand it better after practice?”

Regardless of grade level, will always be embarrassed when someone points out his crush

Mans is ready to fight someone with a full pink face

Like yes we all know who he likes, you just don’t need to point it out when they’re right there

What do you mean he’s showing off just because you’re watching, he always plays like this??

He’s just always there for you, and makes you feel really good

Chris

Just acts like a normal fucking person around you

At first, it’s hard to tell if he has feelings for you or he’s just being nice

It would become clearer with time

He’ll try to start dropping hints that he’s interested and see what you do in response

If someone brings up his crush, he’ll just admit it, he’s not ashamed of it

Is just very kind and always willing to help you, whether is

He’s not very talkative usually, but when he’s with you he makes sure to talk enough so you won’t get bored of him

This man is so secure with himself he’s so hot

Doesn’t need a reason to talk to you, would walk up to you and talk

Can say cute or romantic things so easily that it has you blushing and do it while like moving hair out of your face

“You look really beautiful today.”

Like SIR 🥵 we are in public, you know what you’re doing and you expect me to keep myself composed??

Does not get jealous easily, but if you’re giving someone else too much attention he will get you to pay attention to him instead

“Hold still, there’s something on your face.” He leans forward and wipes under your eye. “It was just an eyelash.” And now you’re staring into his eyes

Todoroki

Already has a hard enough time speaking in front of people

But you, that’s a whole different obstacle

At first, mans cannot even speak to you

The best he can do is stand next to you and grin nervously and maybe let out a few nervous laughs but he has been told that his laugh isn’t exactly attractive

And whoever said that is wrong because his laughter is cute 🥺

Most of his first few advances were actually just his teammates talking to you for him while he stands there

He will eventually be able to talk to you with the encouragement of his teammates

It could speed up the process if you go to one of his games and see the “other side” of him, especially if you catch him after the game and the adrenaline high is still affecting him

He’d probably greet you and talk to you without noticing for a bit before remembering himself and shrinking back into his quiet self, but now that you’ve seen it, he’s a bit more confident in front of you

Since words aren’t his strong suit, he may try giving you things, just small things like drinks and snacks from the vending machine

Just gets really blushy in front of you and can’t stop smiling whenever you speak to him

Will think about you and baseball 24/7

Swears that he can swing the bat even harder when you watch him

Sanada

We all know this man is a flirt

And boy does he flirt with you

But he kinda does that with everyone so it’s hard for you to know that his feelings for you are any deeper, and he’s aware of this

So he makes time for you, hangs around you, goes to your class during breaks just to bother you

He asks you a lot of questions to get you to speak more than him

Probably offers to walk you home to try to show that it’s you that he likes and not anyone else

If another guy gives you attention, he WILL get in the way

“Oh this Saturday, (y/n) is busy. They’re coming to my game. Right (y/n)? See, sorry, maybe another time.”

“Oh by the way, I think you should come to my game, and maybe after we get something to eat.” He says to you after the guy leaves.

If you were talking to another guy, he could probably just walk up, sit beside you and start rolling up his shirt sleeves to expose his forearms and you’re distracted

He knows he’s attractive, and knows how to use it

Likes to sling his arm over your shoulder and pull you into him

He’s around you so much most people probably assume you two are together before he ever asks you out

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