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svnaaaaaa · 5 months

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On My Way - Sano Manjiro (Mikey)

pairing : mikey x fem reader

summary : takemichi is on a mission to save hinata, he is also on a mission to save y/n and mikey.

warning(s) : anime + manga adaptation, killing, pregnancy stress, divorce, heartbreak, dying in sleep

next : part one

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author's note : so this is my first anime-related heh. i want to make levi as my first piece but now is tokyo revengers season so yea. also i changed the plot a bit to make more sense in my part.

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second year of middle school, wasn't the only golden year for hanagaki takemichi. but also for l/n y/n. because of him and hina-chan, she met the love of her life, sano manjiro, mikey-kun.

2005

y/n, alongside with her friends were giggling as they walked towards hanagaki-kun's class. as hanagaki-kun appears in their view, they immediately chasing the blonde yellow haired guy. feeling eerie from his back, takemichi turned around and saw bunch of girls from tachibana hinata's class. the girls were giggling which making takemichi confused by their action. "tachibana-san said that she's into you hanagaki-san." miyuki-chan said and then they left the scene, leaving takemichi confused as ever.

2017

"innocent civilians have fallen victim to the growing dispute between the tokyo manji gang." a news announcer spoke which attracted y/n's attention as she stopped mixing her cake ingredients in a bowl and placed the bowl on the counter top. "tokyo, manji gang?" y/n mumbled to herself. "six were injured in the dispute and one person was taken to the hospital and immediate suffered in cardiac arrest." the announcer continued as y/n keep her focus on the news. "at the place of the incident, there was one death confirmed due to the dispute. tachibana hinata, 26, from shibuya-ku, tokyo." the announcer continued reading the news but as soon as y/n heard the recognized name from her past, she immediately blocked the world. all she could hear was this ringing noise in her mind as the world started to spin around.

felt onto her knees, y/n felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. "nee-san, are you okay?" y/n's younger sister, yuuki, asked. instead of answer to her, y/n started to sob and immediately cry. yuuki surprised by this, went down on her knees and wrapped her sister in her arms.

"h-hina-chan, she, she-"

blackness covered y/n's view and mind.

seeing the black-dyed hair in her view, y/n could see the smile painted on lanky guy who she called her boyfriend. with a dragon tattoed on the behind of his neck, y/n wrapped her arms around her lover's, mikey, neck as happiness filled her heart.

it feels like she could die like this.

mikey wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and twirled her around, making her giggle. mikey has always love y/n's giggle. it sounded like angels were singing to him personally.

"i love you l/n y/n." mikey whispered in y/n's ear, making she tighten her wrapping.

"i love you too, sano manjiro."

2005

walking side by side, hinata and y/n always go to school together even they were still in pre-school. it could be said that they are childhood friends, despite y/n being cousin with takemichi from her mother's side. easy to say, y/n was the one who bring them together. "isn't that takemichi?" y/n asked as she pointed out at the blonde yellow haired guy. hinata's smile brighten up. "go." y/n said and hinata jogged a bit to catch up with takemichi who is right in front of them.

"good morning, takemichi-kun." hinata greeted and takemichi turned around and shocked. "hina-chan!" takemichi exclaimed as hinata put out a peace sign at him, smiling. "it is good to see you like this, going to school like a normal student." hinata said and y/n chuckled at hinata's comment.

in class, y/n placed her palm under her head as she looked out of the window and watch the school view of front yard. "y/n-chan~ what are you doing after school?" one of y/n's classmates asked. y/n looked up at the girl and hummed to herself. "hina-chan go to a date with takemichi so i guess i'm free." y/n replied. "want to go to karaoke?" y/n smiled at the thought and nodded her head yes. "okay sure!"

then there was a slam of the door being open sideway. "there's a fight in the hallway!" the student announced and all y/n's classmates went outside of the class to see the fight. y/n and her friends looked at each other first and then stood up to go to the hallway to see what is going on. then they saw all year three guys were lying on the floor, groaning to themselves. y/n gasped at the view. "who did this to them?" y/n asked.

"stop it right there!" it was hinata, who behind takemichi, and two blonde guys in distance. one is tall with braided hair and another one is short and have such beautiful hair. "huh?" the tall one speaks up. hinata walked up towards their way. takemichi was saying something but it was inaudiable. then there was a smack sound.

tachibana hinata, slapped the short blonde haired guy, hard.

2017

a slighty breeze seeping into the room, making curtains dance along with the wind. beeping machine sound was heard. y/n opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light of the room. "nee-san, you're awake!" yuuki's voice was heard. "y/n, are you okay?" it was takemichi. "takemichi.." y/n mumbled to herself and eventually, she started to sob and cry again. both yuuki and takemichi shocked by the reaction.

"it was manjiro, wasn't it?" y/n asked between the cries and takemichi just looked down at his feet. "tokyo manji gang, it was him who killed hina-chan!" y/n yelled this time and stress was taking over her as the machine beeped crazily and rapidly causing nurses to enter the room to make yuuki and takemichi out of the room. then entered a doctor into the room.

waiting at the hospital hallway, yuuki and takemichi waited patiently. yuuki sighed heavily. "manjiro-san, haven't you ever contacted him takemichi-kun?" yuuki asked and takemichi shook his head no. "it has been months since i last contact him." takemichi answered. both sighed. the door of the ward room opened and the doctor exited. both yuuki and takemichi stood up. the doctor sighed. "she can't be expose to such pressure, now that she is heavily pregnant." the doctor said and yuuki sighed this time.

to be precise, y/n has been pregnant for seven months now. exactly seven months mikey left her, without knowing that he's going to be a dad. the gender was still unknown for since y/n wishes to know on the day baby is born. nevertheless, y/n wishes to put his last name in the baby's name.

on their way back home, both yuuki and takemichi silently waited for elevator. "yuuki-chan, how did y/n and mikey-kun be like they are now? weren't they in love like madly in love?" takemichi asked. "i am not sure myself as well takemichi-kun but, what i did know about was how mikey-san keeps on disappearing until he was no longer coming back home and one thing another, a divorce letter showed up." yuuki replied, sighing at how bad luck in life her sister was put in.

all she wanted was a long lasting love life until the end.

later that night, y/n was left on her own since the doctor said that y/n has been put to sleep until the next day. little did they know, someone entered her ward room with bad intention. seeing the beeping machine still going on, the person decided to get things done immediately. pulling out a syringe with poison in it, was placed in her vein.

y/n was slowly dying in her sleep, alongside her unborn baby.

after the visitation from the hospital, both yuuki and takemichi parted their ways. takemichi went to the train station that he usually went to and then he received a phone call from yuuki. "eh? yuuki-chan?" takemichi wondered to himself. "hello, yuuki-chan." takemichi answered and all he heard was wailing from yuuki's line. "yuuki-chan, what's wrong?" takemichi asked right away and the wailing doesn't stop. "n-n-nee-san, she's d-dead!" yuuki yelled in the phone call and takemichi was stunned. shock even.

the ceremony were attended by close family only, for safety and pre-caution. as yuuki, her mum and dad sat at their designated chairs placed for them, takemichi became their escort. not only he lost the love of his life but also a close family member he called 'cousin'. "goodbye nee-san, yuta-chan." yuuki bidded before cremation ceremony begins.

l/n y/n and sano yuta. mother and son, daughter and grandson.

on his way back home, he refused to accept going home with the l/n as he wanted to go home on his own to clear out his mind. 'mikey-kun left right before he met his own child, hina-chan and y/n died on the same day.' takemichi thought to himself. without any warning, he was pushed off onto the train track, noticing a train coming his way. "now it's my time to die, huh?" takemichi mumbled to himself.

"takemichi-kun." that voice. takemichi opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes he missed the most. a pair of eyes belonged to his beloved, tachibana hinata. "hina-chan?" takemichi looked around and they were in train at the moment. takemichi patted on his body to see he's in his school uniform. he looked at the train window and saw his younger self. "eh?!" takemichi shocked to himself. "takemichi-kun." hinata called him once again. "yes, hina-chan." "let's go sit down, there's a space there."

both sat down on the given space as they sat next to each other. "takemichi-kun, how did you do your finals?" hinata asked as looked at takemichi, noticed him getting startled up. "oh, finals." takemichi said. "that really takes me back!" hinata weirded out. "takes you back? but we just took them earlier." hinata pointed out which makes takemichi fumbled out. "y-yeah we did." crap, why did i said it out loud, he thought to himself. hinata smiled at him sweetly. "study hard okay, because you've got a dream right?" hinata asked, takemichi was taken aback for a moment. "a dream?" takemichi talked to himself.

as they were on their way to hinata's house, they saw someone familiar. it was draken on his motorbike. "uh, draken-kun?" takemichi mumbled to himself as draken held up his hand. "come to musashi shrine by tama river, everyone's going to be there." draken said and takemichi looked at hinata. hinata smiled sweetly. "i'll go with you!" hinata exclaimed, making takemichi taken aback once again. "great." draken commented and off he go. once draken was out of sight view, there was y/n stood in front of then within a distance. "oh?" hinata shocked and go off to where y/n stood at, grabbing her hands in hers. "what are you guys doing?" y/n asked hinata. "wasn't that guy was with the guy you slapped before?" y/n continued and before hinata could reply to her, y/n felt a bit jerked back.

it was takemichi, hugging y/n.

at the funeral, takemichi saw a name plate stating y/n's name and a boy's name next to her. "who's sano yuta?" takemichi asked yuuki, who setting up the casket flowers arrangement. yuuki looked down at name plate. "the baby's, y/n wanted to name the baby yuta, she knew it was a boy and she planned of the name ever since she knew about it." yuuki told him. takemichi's eyes starting to water up, knowing an innocent child has been involved with the past of his parents.

"uh?" y/n felt weird with the sudddn embrace. she put her hands on takemichi's shoulders and then pushed him off of her. "what's wrong with you baka(stupid)-michi!" y/n yelled out at takemichi making hinata giggle at the two cousins. "that was draken-kun, he invited takemichi to musashi shrine and i want to go too!" hinata exclaimed. "then i want to come as well!" y/n exclaimed as well. takemichi reminded silent, remembering the death of y/n.

"it was manjiro, wasn't it?"

"tokyo manji gang, it was him who killed hina-chan!"

"yuuki-chan, how did y/n and mikey-kun be like they are now? weren't they in love like madly in love?" takemichi asked.

"i am not sure myself as well takemichi-kun but, what i did know about was how mikey-san keeps on disappearing until he was no longer coming back home and one thing another, a divorce letter showed up." yuuki replied.

'after i realized that i've came back to the past, and seeing hinata and y/n in one piece, i knew i need to save them but how?!' takemichi thought to himself. hinata and y/n looked at takemichi weirdly. "takemichi-kun.." hinata called. takemichi looked up. "let's go?" takemichi nodded his head. "let's go." takemichi said and three of them started walking to the shrine.

'to save hina and y/n, i need to know why it happened. why mikey-kun changed when the first time mikey-kun and y/n met, they were basically madly in love. i need find the root of it, also why hina was targeted to kill by this gang.'

"uh?" takemichi, hinata and y/n looked around as they arrived to the said shrine. it was empty, dark and eerie. "seems scary." y/n commented. then a roaring sound of motorbikes surfacing and approaching their way. "eh, is this the right place?" hinata asked takemichi as he looked kind of scared. "y-yeah." takemichi replied. "not only this place is scary, but they are scary looking as well." y/n commented.

then one of the guys got off his bike and approaching the trio. "hey! quit staring!" the guy yelled as he walked towards them. "why are you here? don't you know this is toman's secret meeting place?" the guy continued. huh? toman's secret meeting? "w-well i was told to come here." takemichi replied and the scary guy keeps on tormenting takemichi. "who the hell would call you to come here huh?" the guy asked and grabbed takemichi by his collar. "hey, let go of takemichi!" y/n yelled at the guy, hinata placed her hand on y/n's shoulder. "y/n-chan, no." hinata warned.

"are you, takemitchy?" a guy asked as the trio looked at the guy's voice direction. it was a silver haired guy. "y-yeah." takemichi answered while being lifted. "oi, he's the guest of our leader. let him go." the silver haired guy said as he kneed the guy that lifted takemichi. the guy put takemichi down and silver haired guy walked in front of the trio. "follow me, takemitchy." that guy said and the trio followed the silver haired. "are you this is safe?" y/n asked while tailing them. "i'm not even sure y/n-chan." hinata said.

the silver haired stop walking causing the trio to stop as well. from there, they saw familiar faces. "yo, takemitchy. sorry for the sudden invite." mikey voiced out while sitting on his cb250t motorcycle. "yeah, it's okay." takemichi said. "hey emma, this is takemitchy's girlfriend and, who are you?" draken asked, looking directly at y/n, whose looking at draken with tense eyes. "y/n." y/n replied shortly. "and y/n, look after them. okay?" draken asked and then a blonde haired girl showed up. "oooookay." the girl replied. the girl looked at hinata and y/n, her eyes lighten up. "nice to meet you, my name's emma." emma introduced herself. "i'm hinata and this is y/n." hinata introduced as y/n bowed her head.

little did they know, mikey was watching the whole time.

extra author's note : hello! this is my next project, i'm trying to write for anime now hehe. tell me whether you like it or not, or if there is in need for improvements. thank you in advance!

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seravphs · 11 months

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — RIN x FEM READER

College fixes almost everything about Itoshi Rin except his most fundamental problem: you.

wc — 4k

tags — mildly inspired by normal people, angst, toxic relationships, dog metaphors my beloved, Rin is so little brother in this, loneliness, being repulsed by your own desires, implied mental illness but not explicitly talked about, self sabotage

You don’t like talking behind other people’s backs, but your friends do.

“Come on,” says Miyuki. Her long black hair pours down her back like a waterfall, sleek as silvery fish. If you dipped your hands into it, you’d imagine it would leave you wet. You’ve always wanted hair like that. “It’s not like he’s here! What are you worried about?”

What you’re worried about is going home to Rin and having to look him in the eye while you think about all the horrible things your friends have said about him.

Kenta slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. He’s uncomfortably warm, but you don’t try to get away.

“She’s not worried,” he says, still tugging at you. Only when he tries to pull you into his lap do you put a hand on his arm, making him finally stop. “Why would she be worried about little old Rin?”

“He’s not that bad,” you say. It’s a weak defense that says nothing about how good Rin actually is. He’s better than all of them combined.

“Stop,” Kenta snorts. “That’s hilarious. Are you starting to like the kid?”

Miyuki giggles and slaps him on the arm. “It’s because he likes her! Come on, we all see the way he looks at you. No need to be shy.”

Itsuki chimes in. “She’s right, you know. He’s only nice to you. He’s awful to the rest of us.”

None of them think about why Rin’s awful to them. You want to slap Itsuki, but instead you laugh and smile with them. It’s easier to just go along with it.

It’s not like you mean it.

This thought doesn’t comfort you as you turn off the ignition and rest your forehead against the steering wheel. Rin said his family wouldn’t be home for this entire week, but even just sitting in his driveway is nerve wracking. He’s so normal it’s easy to forget the massive gap between you until you’re in sight of his perfectly manicured lawn. It’s something that comes with the territory of being the heir to a football empire.

The door’s open. He never listens, even when you tell him to be more careful. You creep up the stairs to his bedroom, trying to stay silent even though no one else is here. You can’t help feeling out of place and like you need to make up for it by being as non invasive as possible. Rin’s bedroom is on the right, right across from his genius brother.

“You’re here,” Rin says, sitting up when you open the door.

It makes you feel sick. He was waiting up for you. It’s more than you deserve.

“I said I’d come, didn’t I?” You touch his cheek with the hand Kenta held.

“I thought- nevermind,” he says. He clearly wants you to ask what he thought, but you don’t.

“What were you watching?” You ask instead, hoping it makes up for it.

“You wouldn’t like it,” he tells you, which is how you know it’s another horror movie. Sometimes, you think the reason he likes them is pathological. It’s a bad habit. You tend to overwrite everything Rin does with more meaning than he intends.

It’s partially because he’s so clever. If he applied himself to anything other than football, he’d be the top of your class easily.

You ask him to try it all the time, just to see how it goes. If Rin put in a little effort, he could so easily be beloved.

But Rin doesn’t care to be beloved. It’s a divide between the two of you that you feel deeply. You care about nothing but being loved as much as possible by as many people as possible.

You’re like a child desperate for attention. You can’t bear the idea of being picked apart and discussed while you’re not present, but you can’t bear the thought of being alone either. You care what people think. You want to be universally adored.

The only love Rin cares about is yours.

“Were you lonely?”

“I’m always lonely.”

Rin might not care about everyone, but there are certain people he wants. His brother, for example. You know Rin misses him. They should’ve been born twins with the way they revolved around each other. Or at least Rin did. He made having a brother into part of his personality. It was Sae and Sae’s little brother until the brother in question no longer found Rin interesting.

He looks tired, you think absentmindedly. Too many late nights staying up watching football games over and over, which isn’t even something you can reprimand him for.

Football is what’s going to save him. It’s going to get him out of here.

You wish you had that drive. Rin lives for football. It’s what he gets up for each morning. You don’t know what it’s like to care about something that much. You kind of just let things happen to you.

Like Rin. But that’s a lucky example, a good one.

“Oh, but not when I’m with you,” he says quickly, like he suddenly thought you might take offense.

He’s so dear. You wish you had a right to press your arms around him and hold him.

You won’t even acknowledge him outside of his home. What right do you have to care about him?

I don’t mind, Rin tells you. You’re different when it’s not just the two of us, anyway.

You don’t want to think about what that means. It’ll only make you hate yourself more.

In school, Rin slips between classes, usually unseen and unnoticed until Kenta realizes he’s there. In any other school, Rin might be popular. He was tall and pretty, with a mysterious air to him. He was the second of the Itoshi siblings, heir to a football empire. He played sports well. He could be smart, when he wanted to be.

But Rin never tried, and people got tired of it.

He couldn’t seem to understand others, which put up a wall between him and the rest of the world. Rin was fine with chasing endlessly. For years, Rin had followed Sae around like a puppy, wanting nothing if only he had his brother. Other people would grow sick of giving without return, but Rin assumed that was just how it worked. He didn’t know it was unusual.

Perhaps that was why your relationship worked so well. Rin wanted to chase, and you wanted to be chased. That drew the two of you together.

Even when you were pretending he didn’t exist in school, you were aware of him. Something in you was magnetized to something in him.

You tried to pretend otherwise, because Kenta would only be more malicious towards Rin if he knew. Kenta wasn’t as talented as Rin was. He was pretty, but generically so. Whereas Rin's flashing green eyes were supermodel stunning, Kenta’s were soft and inviting.

He was a charmer. He knew how to make people like him. He wanted them to want him.

That’s why he delighted in messing with your relationship with Rin. It wasn’t enough to just have you. He wanted Rin to like him, in his roundabout way. Rin only wanted one person and that was you. Kenta mistakenly thought that if he had you, Rin would want him too.

But he was wrong.

Kenta hated being wrong. It made it hard for him to get along with Rin. He constantly sought him out, needling him. He wanted Rin to look at him. But no matter how hard Kenta tried, he rarely got under Rin’s skin. He found him more annoying than anything.

It was pathetic. Kenta was exactly what he derided Rin for - a dog chasing a master that wouldn’t give.

You gave, though. When Kenta asks you to prom, you let him. It generally happens like that. You don’t think you’ve ever taken initiative in your life.

Rin watched Kenta ask you. It’s a big thing. He gets half the school in on it. There are huge bouquets of flowers and exploding party poppers. The marching band plays romantically as you wrap your arms around his neck. He gets an entire row of freshmen to cover you with confetti when you say yes.

Sometimes, the way Kenta treats you can feel almost romantic.

He taps his head against yours, smiling down at you. Rin stalks through the scene, completely ignoring the two of you until Kenta grabs his arm.

“No congratulations, Rinnie?”

“Don’t call me that,” Rin’s voice is full of irritation. “I don’t know you, asshole.”

You stay silent, watching Rin. You’re hardly ever this close to him in school. You see him all the time because you like watching him, picking up on all of his little habits like the way he bites his pen when he’s confused on a question. But you’re almost never this close to him. It feels unreal.

“Don’t be like that,” Kenta says. “How are you going to get your own date with that kind of attitude?”

Rin turns to leave, relieved. Not a single person in the room truly thinks Rin cares about prom. Kenta has avoided every topic Rin could actually be hurt over.

But it’s a feint. The true cruelty comes now. Kenta’s good at that, waiting for just the right moment to maximize the power he holds over other people.

Just as Rin is about to leave - his hand is already on the handle of the door - Kenta says, “If you can’t find a date, I could share with you. Wanna come with us?”

Rin stops moving. He’s frozen at the door, the tops of his ears an angry red. It’s painfully obvious what Kenta’s doing.

“Enough, Kenta,” you snap. “Do you ever shut up?”

It’s too little, too late. But for Rin, who will take anything he’s given with an obsessive lack of self-interest, it’s everything.

Rin’s not at prom, so Kenta can run his mouth all he wants without anyone caring. He gets tired of the lack of reactions soon enough and switches to being tolerable again. He can be fun to be around when he’s not with Rin.

The two of you are crowned Prom King and Queen, but the whole time, you’re thinking about how badly you wish Rin was here, making snarky comments under his breath.

You go to the afterparty. It lasts until 3 am in the morning, when the coffee wears off and even the hardiest of partygoers are stumbling home, vomiting in bushes along the way. You can’t drive drunk, so you walk instead, letting your feet carry you. When you look up, you’re in front of a mansion instead of your little home.

Rin opens the door for you within a minute of texting him.

“You smell like beer,” he says, his nose wrinkled. “If you have to drink, can you at least drink something classy?”

“Not all of us have money like you, Rin-Rin,” you tell him. It’s so easy to be affectionate with liquid courage in your system. Impulsively, you tug him in for a hug. He steadies you as you climb up the stairs together, a four legged beast.

“My brother’s home,” he whispers. “We have to be quiet.”

Rin lets you change into his clothes. He sneaks into his mother’s room and steals a pack of makeup wipes to do his best at getting you ready for bed. You curl into a ball, purposefully teasing to make his life harder.

Rin huffs, but he’s gentle with you, even if he chides you for it. He finally gives up on your mascara when you pull on his sleeve so hard his forehead crashes into your shoulder. You don’t relent even as he makes a startled noise of pain, wrapping yourself around him.

He’s strong, you know. You can feel it. There’s muscle all along his back, shoulders and thighs from football. But despite it all, you want to tuck Rin into your heart and hide him from the world. Feeling ridiculously protective, you pepper his face with kisses, trailing across the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

“I love you,” he says. It takes a lot of bravery for him to say that.

“Yeah,” you tell him, pressing close. Closer. Like you can be a part of him. Like your bodies can just go back to a time before they were separate, blurring the lines between you like they never existed. “I love you, too.”

You can say it because you’re leaving.

You want to be what he needs. But you can’t. So you let it fizzle out.

Sometimes, when it’s quiet and you can’t smoke any more cigarettes because you’ll develop a real nicotine addiction that’ll scare your mother into an early grave, you’ll wonder why he didn’t want you enough to follow. That had to have been it, because there’s no other explanation.

It’s unfair. It’s cruel. It’s petty.

But you want it anyway, because you’re an unfair and cruel and petty person.

Rin’s like a greyhound. The way he moves is pure elegance, like that breed’s loping gait. A greyhound is happiest doing what it's meant to do, just like Rin is happiest playing football. It would be happy running even if its heart was giving out in the meantime.

Rin’s like that, too. He never knew how to do things in half measures, which was why he kept to himself so terribly. If he didn’t, he’d go around spilling his love all over the place. There wouldn’t be a single dead flower for as far as the eye could see, everything set abloom by what he could give.

It would be a beautiful world if that happened, everything touched by Rin’s love, which could be so wide and all-encompassing it could make up for anything else, but it would leave nothing left for him.

He doesn’t have enough for everyone. It would leave him too cracked open. Instead, Rin carefully picks what he gives his miraculous attention to. Horror movies. Football. You.

Rin’s a hound. He needs something to chase. He’d follow it loyally until his legs gave out, and then he’d crawl after it, his tail wagging happily. You can’t bear your own imagination, seeing Rin grateful for scraps of what he deserved. He would always be too good for this town.

That’s his one flaw, and you can’t even hold it against him. You still think of it and him fondly, the way he sank his teeth into what he loved and couldn’t let go even if it killed him.

But he let go of you.

Rin was the better of the two of you. He always had been. And now there was no two of you. It was just you, which was terrible because there was no worse person to be stuck with for the rest of your life but yourself.

There was a pervasive iniquity to you that other people could smell. It was inescapable. Something about you had been fundamentally off from the moment you were born, and it was too late to do anything about it.

But not for Rin.

Rin will be okay.

Even if he’s a little shy at first, he has this earnest sweetness that makes people want to love him. He makes it so easy.

You never learned how to do that.

At your core, you’re a rotten apple. You don’t know why you’re unlovable, you just know you are. If you didn’t maintain your carefully crafted public persona at all times, you would just die.

Except you don’t.

The end of high school doesn’t feel momentous, even in the moment. It just occurs, like everything else in your life. None of it mattered in the end. Everyone went their separate ways, and all the effort you had put into making people love you died with a whimper. You think about starting over in college, but somehow it feels exhausting. You don’t think you have it in you anymore.

It’s not that your desire to be well-liked has died down. If anything, it rages hotter than ever. You return to past conversations over and over again, trying new phrases out so the next time you’ll sound wittier. You fantasize endlessly about how you could earn their love back.

On good days, you think there’s so much inside of you, all you have to do is show them. You’re special. You can make them realize it with only a little bit of time and effort. On bad days, you’re afraid that you’re empty inside. It’s true. You really do have nothing to offer, and everyone can see it. You’re a bad person. You deserve to be unhappy.

You were never like this before.

That’s not true.

You lie to yourself a lot these days. You were, but somehow you hid it better. You don’t remember how to anymore. Your neuroticism makes it impossible to socialize. It’s all you can manage to just go to parties and get raging drunk. Perhaps it’s the only thing that’s special about you now, drinking as much alcohol as you can without throwing it all up.

You’re only here for the free drinks, you tell yourself, even as you watch the crowd. You heard the football team is here. They’re popular. Your college does well with football. It reminds you of highschool, a little bit. Someone passes you a drink with an ice cube shaped like a football. They’re celebrating something or the other, a victory you had heard about in passing.

You wonder if Rin is enjoying football at his college.

A boy in your philosophy class you know as Isagi yells over the noise. “Get my man another beer! He deserves it after tonight!”

As if thinking about him summoned him, the crowd parts just right so you can see a familiar face. Isagi thumps Rin on the back, who bears it with only a little grimacing.

You had always known Rin was worth something. Now other people know, too. You told him they would realize it immediately.

While you’re looking, Rin catches you.

He freezes stock-still. Around him, his team is still celebrating. A boy with a blonde undercut that contrasts his black hair chugs a beer and crumples the can against his forehead. Isagi is doing some sort of awkward dance with Chigiri, also from your philosophy class, their arms intertwined as their legs scramble to keep up. Rin is the eye of the hurricane, trembling as he looks back at you.

You wonder if his heartbeat matches yours. You can hear it pounding in your ears.

Taking a step towards him is the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life.

You realize that you’re worried Rin will ignore you. It would be fair. After all, it’s what you did to him throughout all of high school. You wouldn't even be mad if he did.

Instead, as soon as you take the first step, Rin is striding across the room to you, leaving Isagi in his wake.

His eyes are large and his pupils are blown out. You hope he isn’t on any substances. That would be terrible for his football career. You don’t think he would. He cares about his body too much. His body is, after all, a vehicle for his dreams.

When he stops in front of you, his mouth works, but he has nothing to say. There’s a long moment where neither of you are able to speak. You’re not sure what to say to each other. An awkwardness that never existed between the two of you before has been born out of the time you haven’t been talking.

“You look happy,” you finally say. He does. He looks really, really good. His skin glows with health - when had he learned to use moisturizer? He had always been fit, but he’s filled out a little more. It’s all lean muscle, giving him the athleticism of a cheetah. He’s gained an inch or two, which is negligible considering how tall he was originally.

Do you look different? Can he tell?

“Um,” he says awkwardly.

To be fair, you hadn’t given him a lot to work with. You look happy? How was he even supposed to respond to that?

“I didn’t know you were here,” he says.

You flinch. Rin probably didn’t want to see you. After all, you had lost contact during high school. Maybe the sight of your face was a painful memory. Or, even worse, he didn’t care about you at all, he just didn’t want you there.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “I wasn’t thinking. I can go-”

“Don’t!” He grabs your arm. “I wasn’t saying- ugh.”

His friends are around you now. Isagi tilts his head at you curiously. “You look familiar.”

“She’s in philosophy with us,” Chigiri says.

“Leave us alone,” Rin says. “Seriously, go away.”

Isagi rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right. I’ve never seen you talk to a girl before.”

“Uh-huh!” The boy with the two-toned hair chimes in. “Who is she, Rin-Rin?”

An unwelcome possessiveness surges up inside of you at the sound of your nickname for him in someone else’s mouth.

“Come on,” Rin says, taking you by the wrist. It feels delicate in his hand, easily breakable. Even his grip feels stronger.

For all their teasing, his friends don’t follow. They really do care about him. That’s good.

“You’ve changed,” he says. You think he’s taking you to the kitchen, but he brings you up the stairs, instead.

He’s wrong. Nothing’s changed, really. You were always a hard person to love, it’s just that now people seem to realize it.

No.

You’re done with dancing around the truth, lying even to yourself. Want, not love.

You’re a hard person to want.

Meanwhile, everyone has discovered what you knew all along. Your hidden treasure isn’t yours anymore.

Rin really found himself in college. Being the star athlete of the football team really seems to do that. He has friends now, too. His teammates seem to understand him, almost in the way you did, back then, except they never want to hide him away. He can be as prickly as he wants to, but they’ll never take it to heart.

Life is just a series of realizing how wrong you were over and over again while realizing there’s nothing you can do to change it.

You’re lonely.

And your greatest fear is that you will always be lonely.

Whether you’re surrounded by people at a party or sitting quietly on the bus by yourself, you can’t escape it. It’s bigger than you, a yawning maw inside of you that could consume everything you give it and still be ravenous. You’ve cut your bridges down for scrap wood just to feed the flames, but now standing with twigs in your hands, none of it feels worth it.

You’ll just go hungry.

Why not, if the outcome is the same anyways?

When he opens a door, it feels like you’re repeating a mistake that you started a long time ago. It’s a room that’s clearly his.

“It’s messy,” he says a little self-consciously. “I wasn’t expecting anyone. Are you-?”

Out of habit, you’ve already started cleaning up. Kneeling on the ground with one of his dirty jerseys in your hands, peering up at him, something shifts in the air. The minute he starts laughing, you do, too.

He points you towards the laundry basket and falls onto his bed. There’s an open bottle of water on the nightstand that he makes you drink before he lets you lie down with him.

“I meant it,” you tell him, honest even though the pleasant buzz of alcohol is fading. It’s the least he deserves from you. “You look good.”

He touches his hair, considering. “I didn’t do anything different.”

It’s not him. It’s his environment. Rin thrives here.

You always knew football would save him.

“I don’t want to talk about me anymore,” he announces. “Why did you stop talking to me?”

“I didn’t,” you say defensively. “I just kept forgetting to text.”

“Bullshit,” he says.

“My phone broke.”

He sits up and fixes you with a blank stare. You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of his dirty looks before. It feels bad.

“You can just say you don’t want to tell me, you know. I don’t want to hear lies.”

“I’m sorry, Rin,” you say. “I don’t want to tell you.”

You can’t confess what’s wrong with you because you don’t even know what’s wrong. Honestly, it would feel a little pathetic on your part to even tell him. You’re a shell of the person you were before, which is really saying something because the person you were before was already hollow.

He has this stubborn look in his eyes that you can recognize. You’re afraid of it. You don’t want to be another Sae to him, another endless goal for him to chase without ever reaching.

“I’m sorry, Rin.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

You don’t know either.

“Just stay,” he says. “I don’t care anymore. You can have my room for the night.”

The drinks are making you a little sleepy. It’s too easy for Rin to maneuver you under his covers. You used to be the one tucking him in, now he pulls the blankets over you.

“Comfortable?”

Far from it.

When Rin’s asleep, you sneak out of his room. It’s hard not to just fall into dreamland with him. His breathing could lull you to sleep if you weren’t trying to stay awake.

Isagi catches you at the door. “Where’s Rin?”

“Out cold.”

He gives you a strange look that you can’t decipher. “Leaving so soon?”

With the excuse that you have something to do, you creep back to your own dorms on the other side of campus, and wake to pounding on your door.

Rin always chases.

“I know you’re there!” He hollers, loud enough to piss off your neighbors. You rush to the door, already afraid of the texts you’ll be getting.

“How did you know where I lived?”

“Don’t be creeped out,” Rin says. You promise him you won’t be. “One of my friends saw you come in. He lives across the way. He texted me because he saw us together last night.”

“Oh,” you say. “Tell him not to do that.”

“I know,” Rin says. “He’s not a smart guy, but he means well. He didn’t realize. Can I come in?”

“I don’t think you should.”

“Please,” Rin says. “We can do it better this time.”

You know you won’t, but you open the door for him anyway.

#sera writes #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin angst

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conflagrate · 1 year

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These were a few of my favourite things - 2022 edition

Fave Anime of 2022: Sono Bisque Doll wa Koi o Suru

They’re so pure and so honest and soooo blueballing ahhhhhh

Best of the Rest Summer Time Render

Attack of the Shadow Clones

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

REBECCA DESERVED MORE (I don’t even remember liking this show that much lol)

SPY x FAMILY

Fake families are the best families!

Ryman’s Club

Move over Salarymen, the Badarymen are bringing down da house!

Fave eps Summer Time Render 15

Glorious, truly glorious episode from start to finish.

Yofukashi no Uta 11

The show suddenly turned cool with the aid of Sawashiro Miyuki

Kimetsu no Yaiba: Yukaku-hen 10

Lights! Fire! Action!

Akiba Maid Sensou 01

Moe Moe Kyun! Too bad the rest of the show generally sucked

Best girl of 2022: Marin (Kisekoi)

She’s so KIRAKIRA

Best boy of 2022: Aki (Chainsaw Man)

I like cool, smart boys and Aki just about shaded Ayanokoji for me this year

Most Improved Character: Karuizawa Kei (Yojitsu S2)

How on earth did she become best girl when I detested her soooo much in S1. Novel readers KNOWWWW

Most Disappointing Character: Lucy (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners)

How did someone who started off so cool end up being so lame...?

Fav Raburabu Bakappuru: Suletta x Miorine (Gundam: Suisei no Majo)

OHHHH I can’t believe I’m shipping a yuri couple in a GUNDAM series in 2022. Slap meeeeee

Honorary Mention: ChisaTaki (Lycoris Recoil)

The show lost me about halfway through with the villain whose name I don’t even remember any more, but damn when ChisaTaki were on fire early on they were FAIYAAAAAH

And 2022 was yet another year where I read zero manga. Yay me =__=

Bonus: Favourite TV series: Severance

This show screwed my mind up 60,000 ways...like HOLY SHIT. How can they end with that ending??? Season 2 ASAP pleaseeeee

Favourite ship: Kacy (NCIS: Hawai’i)

I am just this dumb sucker for height difference trope and I fear this is a black hole I’ll never get out of (unless the show gets cancelled, haahhahaha *sweatdrop)

#misc

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terriblesportsimagines · 2 years

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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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rintarosluvr · 3 years

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Kazuya Miyuki.

#uhmm I love him!!!!#why is he so pretty?!?!??#kazuya miyuki #miyuki kazuya #daiya no ace #daiya no a act ii #daimond no ace #dna x reader #miyuki x reader #Miyuki x Black!reader

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romiantic · 3 years

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𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈’𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

❛ little signs that make the

ace of diamond boys realize

they’re in love with you ❜

[ 𝖠𝖢𝖤 𝖮𝖥 𝖣𝖨𝖠𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖣 𝖷 𝖡𝖫𝖠𝖢𝖪!𝖦𝖭!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱 ]

✰ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

✰ 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 eijun sawamura, kazuya miyuki, satoru furuya

✰ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: n/a

✰ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: my first daiya no ace post, hope you guys enjoy 🤍

≡ [ 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 ] :: YOUR NAME

: ̗̀➛ EIJUN, the boy who finds himself saying your name like it’s his second language. He sees himself always gushing at how beautiful your name sounds when he says or thinks about it. To him, it feels like your name is a drug, a drug so addictive that he doesn’t think he could ever let go of. Your initials are signed on his mitt, your name is signed on his caps, your initials are written on both of his ring fingers. Eijun just feels close to you when he has something of yours close by, he’s at ease when he pitches and your initials appear on his fingers. Something so simple yet Eijun is so in love with it, a feeling of bliss when he hears your name and picture your perfect features popping up in his mind.

≡ [ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈 ] :: LOVE SONGS

: ̗̀➛ MIYUKI, and love songs? Who would’ve known? I mean he has some in his playlist but not too much. Though, ever since he introduced himself to you and notices himself wanting to spend more time with you, when baseball isn’t in the way, love songs protrude in at random times. During games, Miyuki hums slow love songs that remind you of him. Miyuki lulling himself to sleep with a different song that you sent him. Though Miyuki doesn’t mind, it’s more than great to be strung closer to you with songs that speak on wanting to be around the perfect person.

BONUS: Miyuki has a self-ship playlist of songs combined with your playlist and his and would be absolutely embarrassed if someone found it.

≡ [ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐘𝐀 ] :: GIFTS

: ̗̀➛ FURUYA, a boy with very few expressions, unlike his teammate Eijun. Not to mention, he is absolutely clueless when it comes to love. However, he somewhat tries, still learning from his teammates. As he learns, Furuya realizes that he loves to gift you, he likes to get you your favorite candy or a small ring, no particular reason for it though. Maybe it’s his love language, who knows? Whilst, he recognizes that the deeper he falls into you, the more sentimental the gifts become from him. Small love letters, daily flowers picked out, or a nameplate necklace, of course, your name on it, made by the finest for your birthday. It doesn’t matter if the gifts hurt his pockets, Furuya doesn’t mind, the gifts hold a beloved place in his heart.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @revengingvixen @0risha @tortoise-kun

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✰ I was gonna do haruichi and chris but I’m still figuring out their character so I’ll probably do a part two with them and kuramochi

✰ sorry if I made the boys ooc, still new to the anime 😭

✰ hope you guys enjoyed <33

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝟓:𝟓 💗

ACE OF DIAMOND MASTERLIST ✰ MAIN MASTERLIST

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reelock · 2 years

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BUMP,SET, SPIKE| MIYUKI & CHRIS

request prompt: omg i found another black tumblr blog for daiya! can you do chris & miyuki with a black volleyball player!?

a/n: i totally wasn't bias lol

滝川クリス優 TAKIGAWA CHRIS YŪ

⤷your biggest supporter I may add, he has a whole plan to help you with your workouts, eating plans, school, and everything.

⤷despite him being the manager of the baseball team he also makes a lot of time helping you and making sure you stay more in shape.

⤷chris would try his best to make it to all your games, even though you told him not to push himself to make all of them, he would still try.

⤷chris gives good criticism it helps a lot with your technique, it doesn't matter if you are a spiker or a defense specialist or even a setter, his advice can vary.

⤷but chris is like no other and you can you always count on chris to bring you stuff that you've forgotten or just bring you stuff that you need.

御幸一也 MIYUKI KAZUYA

⤷miyuki schedule is very busy, and you rarely see him have free time, but just because he can't make your games doesn't mean he wouldn't watch it electronically.

⤷good thing your games could be streamed live so miyuki could watch it on the bus, he'll let you know that he's watching your game and do you best, and he likes to tease you and tell you if you make a mistake he's going to laugh, that sometimes gets him punched.

⤷he let's you workout with him, even though you give up 30 minutes in, your biggest coach and pushes you to be better than what you were yesterday.

⤷sometimes miyuki's criticism can come off quite blunt or harsh he still means well, he just wants you to be the best.

⤷but miyuki would surprise you by coming to one of your games in person.

have a request? they're open :)

tags: @blacklegacies

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#my scorebook ♖#chris yuu takigawa x reader #chris yuu takigawa #miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya x reader #chris yuu takigawa x black reader #chris yuu takigawa x black!reader #miyuki kazuya x black reader #miyuki kazuya x black!reader #daiya no ace headcanons #daiya no ace x reader #diamond no ace headcanons #diamond no ace x reader

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sangorous · 2 years

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AN INTERESTING THANKSGIVING

word count: 0.8k

genre/warning: idk?/homewrecking-ish?pettiness

miyuki kazuya x black fem!haitian!reader

show: ace of diamond

"Look at my baby," her mother smiled as Riku walked up to his grandma with a smile.

"Hi grandma," he giggled as she picked him up.

"How are you doing honey?" she placed small kisses on his cheek.

"Grandma," he whined with a laugh.

"Hi ma," she kissed her cheek and gave her a hug.

"Hi ma," Miyuki greeted her with a hug and peck on the cheek.

"Hello my darlings, I'm happy y'all made it," she smiled as [your name] placed the haitian macaroni on the table.

"I'm glad we made it here and safely as well, I was scared we were going to die on our way here the way [your name] was driving," Miyuki sighed as her mother began to laugh.

"Not only are you an amazing catcher, but you're a comedian as well I see," [your name] sarcastically replied as he snickered.

"Someone sounds upset,"

"No, not at all," she gave him a fake smile as he continued to snicker.

When [your name] and Miyuki walked back to the dining room after washing their hands, they noticed that there was an empty seat with a purse on it next to her younger brother. She looked at the familiar purse and tried to figure out who it belonged to, and it hit her.

"Oh hell no," she muttered to herself as she watched her older sister take a seat in the chair.

"Ma, I thought you said she wasn't gonna make it tonight," she looked at her with a glare.

"I thought so too until she came knocking on my door this morning," her mother chuckled, taking her seat at the table.

"It's nice to see you too, little sister," her sister sarcastically replied, giving her a fake smile.

[your name] decided to ignore her as she grabbed Miyuki's hand and walked over to their spots at the table.

Rose-Marie also is known as [your name]'s older sister, she was someone she did not like at all. Despite them being family, [your name] did not care for her nor consider her to be her sister after what she tried to do two years ago. Two years ago when Rose-Marie didn't have anywhere to go after her breakup with her boyfriend, [your name] decided to be a good sister and let her crash at her place until she could land back on her feet. Unaware of her true intentions, [your name] thought she was doing something good. Slowly, she began to catch on to her sister. Her little flirtatious acts whenever Miyuki was around, asking him for help for things she clearly knew what to do, and unnecessarily touching him.

[your name] couldn't lie, every day she would try her best not to lose her cool. Miyuki would sometimes make fun of the situation stating that 'he's handsome, what would you think would happen?' and yes she would smack him in the back of his head because there was nothing funny about her sister trying to get with her husband.

But one day, she crossed the boundary when she purposely tried to seduce Miyuki who was trying his best to push her away from him. [your name] couldn't hold it in anymore, she got up from her chair and dragged her older sister by her hair while Miyuki quickly got up and followed her. He tried his best to pull her hand away, but her grip was too tight. [your name] kicked Rose-Marie out of her house and told her that she never wanted to see her again.

"I see some things never change," her brother hummed, grabbing his plate.

"This should be interesting," Miyuki whispered to him.

During the thanksgiving dinner, she noticed that her sister kept eyeing Miyuki and he felt a bit uncomfortable.

"I think some of us should keep our eyes on our plates, don't y'all think so?" she hummed, cutting the piece of turkey on her plate to hand over to her son.

"Why can't we observe what's on each other's plates? sometimes someone's plate has something packed in it," her sister retorted with a small smirk, eating the macaroni.

"I just find it funny how mama always has the same rat runnin' around her house every thanksgiving," she had a fake smile on her face.

"Funny how roaches love to pick on rats," her sister hummed, shaking her head.

"Funny how some people can't find their own man, so they choose to seduce a married man instead," she stabbed her fork into the turkey.

"Oops was that too obvious?" she looked at her with an innocent look as the table became quiet.

"Talk about a home run am I right?" Miyuki joked as [your name] glared at him.

"Relax, alright?" he whispered in her ear, placing his hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"What an interesting thanksgiving dinner," her younger brother cleared his throat while her mother smacked the back of his head.

#ace of diamond x black!reader #poc reader #black reader #diamond no ace x black!reader #ace of diamond x black reader #diamond no ace x black reader #ace of diamond #diamond no ace #miyuki kazuya x black!reader #miyuki kazuya x black reader #miyuki kazuya

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 3 years

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Masterlist!

I’m finally organizing my stuff

Last updated: 5/23/2023

Popular Series: A/B/O MSBY Black Jackals x reader

part 1 : part 2

My A/B/O universe guidelines here!

Kinkcember

Attack on Titan

Reiner Braun (i love him)

phantom of the opera yandere au

AOT College AU random

Haikyuu

Iwaizumi Hajime

rough iwa smut

Kuroo Tetsurou

devil!Kuroo

Yandere Kuroo and Kenma double team

Kozume Kenma

Yandere Kuroo and Kenma double team

Akaashi Keiji

Pining

Sakusa Kiyoomi

demon sakusa

demon sakusa again

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ryomen Sukuna

feral A/B/O sukuna

Todo Aoi (always horny for this crazy bastard)

nsfw headcanons

Nanami Kento

yandere headcanons

Inumaki Toge

siren AU fic [Like the Sea]

Yoshino Junpei

yandere thoughts

Boku no Hero Academia

Midoriya Izuku

yandere headcanons

yandere scenarios

stalker Izuku

yandere alpha izuku

Chisaki Kai

yandere scenario

Bakugou Katsuki

yandere headcanons

Daiya no Ace

Kominato Ryousuke

yandere headcanons

Miyuki Kazuya

corruption

mafia! AU

Kuramochi Youichi

yandere headcanons

mafia! AU

Isashiki Jun

yandere headcanons

Yuki Tetsuya

yandere headcanons

Kawakami Norifumi

yandere headcanons

Takigawa Chris Yuu

yandere headcanons

Narumiya Mei

general nsfw headcanons

Furuya Satoru

self indulgent yandere

Bleach

Muguruma Kensei

yandere headcanons

Hisagi Shuuhei

yandere headcanons

Grimmjow

yandere headcanons

grimmjow purrs like a cat

Berserk

Griffith

yandere headcanons

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moririki · 3 years

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⤷ THE BRUSH OF A HAND

FURUYA SATORU & KOMINATO HARUICHI & TODOROKI RAICHI X READER -> 0.8K brief moments in life where time stands still due to getting too close to someone you don't know by mistake

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> idrk just. stuff. nothing in particular. todoroki is just cute and can't function <3 MORI'S THOUGHTS -> so i'm nearing the end of season 2 and ajdjsjdj i have a new fave daiya character and that is todoroki raichi he's so cute his cheeks look so squishy gah MIYUKI, TOJO & NARUMIYA ->

❍ FURUYA SATORU

-> he was quiet. and tall. and slept in class practically every lesson

-> frankly, you didn’t know whether to be impressed or put-off

-> you were definitely annoyed when you heard that he was your new desk partner due to fate’s draw of hand that came with the newly arranged seats for this term

-> he offered no words to you as you sat down, and neither did you, instead opting to open your notebook and face the front

-> everything went by without a hitch until you were jolted out of your note-taking by a weight on your shoulder

-> you turned your head as best as you could to be met with a head of black hair

-> it turns out that furuya had managed to slump over onto you entirely during his most recent nap, which was a feat in itself considering his height

-> you squeaked in surprise and the boy stirred, raising his head in confusion with unfocused eyes

-> when his gaze locked onto you and your flustered face inches away from his, you saw his eyes widen as he sat up straight again

-> "sorry," he mumbled, a blush spreading across his face

-> "it's fine" you tried to focus on your notes again with the lingering blush on your cheeks, but you found your thoughts wandering to how furuya had looked when he had just woken up

-> cute, you thought to yourself

❍ KOMINATO HARUICHI

-> despite his brightly coloured hair, he hated to be the centre of attention

-> surprisingly enough, haruichi managed to stay mostly under the radar at seido

-> he rarely got called on in class, and didn't extend past his own personal bubble to socialise unless absolutely necessary

-> the hair in front of eyes prevented any eye contact, and to doubly ensure this he also had the habit of training his eyes on the floor as he walked through the hallways

-> as it turns out, this habit of his was about to bite him in the ass

-> maybe, with a few more precautions, haruichi would have been able to completely avoid turning a corner and walking straight into you

-> it wasn’t enough to send either of you tumbling to the ground, though you did manage to drop your notebook in surprise

-> haruichi ducked down quickly, picking it up for you with nimble fingers

-> he handed it back to you, not daring to meet your gaze as he stammered out an apology as best as he could

-> but the sound of your laughter was a shock to his ears, and he looked up just in time to catch the sweet smile on your face

-> “don’t even worry about it”

-> you placed an assuring hand on his shoulder, before continuing on your way

-> “i’ll see you around!” you called over your shoulder to him

-> under his fringe, haruichi’s face was pinker than his hair

-> he hoped to run into you again, whether that be figuratively or literally

❍ TODOROKI RAICHI

-> the fact that he acted so differently on and off the pitch intrigued you

-> as raichi's classmate, you knew him as the awkward silent guy who sat at the back of the class

-> as a manager for yakushi’s baseball team, you knew him as bold and brash, overflowing with power in every swing that he delivered

-> however, he regressed back to his shy bashful self as soon as he finished on the pitch and returned to the dugout, where you were sat with water bottles and a banana specifically for the batter

-> as the coach called for a break for the whole team, you spotted the very source of your interest make a direct beeline towards the refreshments

-> practice was harder in the summer months, and the heat surely left all of the team feeling sweaty and thirsty

-> as others were quick to grab their bottles, you picked up raichi’s and held it out to him as he approached

-> “oh, i’ve also got a banana for you.” you smiled at him softly, watching how he turned bright red and his mouth opened and closed several times with no words coming out

-> he made no move to take either his drink or snack, so you giggled to yourself as you decided to do it for him

-> you took hold of his hand, gently, before placing the banana in it and doing the same for his water bottle

-> you tried not to let your touch linger and completely give away your more than platonic feelings for the boy, so you tried your best to commit the sensation of his skin to memory

-> sure, his palms were rough

-> but they were also so warm, complementing your body heat perfectly

-> but todoroki was already pulling away, blushing furiously as he gave you a brief nod before rushing back to his teammates

-> you busied yourself again, getting to work on neatly folding up some cold towels for the team after practice

-> thankfully, you were so immersed in the task that you remained oblivious to the way sanada was ruthlessly teasing raichi about his schoolboy crush on their manager

take a look at the menu - ,, 🍌 ·˚ ༘ ꒱

#moririki‧₊˚✩彡.🧺#x reader #daiya no ace #ace of the diamond #kominato haruichi x reader #kominato haruichi #furuya satoru x reader #furuya satoru #todoroki raichi x reader #todoroki raichi #todoroki raichi fluff #kominato haruichi fluff #furuya satoru fluff #daiya no ace imagine #daiya no ace fluff #fluff‧₊˚✩彡.🕯#preference‧₊˚✩彡.⏳

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briology · 1 year

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spending their break with you: w/ kuramochi, miyuki, tets, tanba genre: fluff pairing: x black! fem reader CW: none! note: happy holidays !!!

YOICHI KURAMOCHI

the most excited to spend it with you.

has stuff planned out for the two of you to do

you guys went out to his favorite restaurant (the food was delicious)

he brought you back to his house to see his mother and she had cookies that needed to be decorated

it was going good till this man started to eat the cookies

you and his mother scolded him for that

Yall ended up cuddling by the fireplace while watching a Christmas movie

KAZUYA MIYUKI

he may not show it a lot, but he really loves to spend time with you over the holidays

he worked so hard, so you being the fantastic gf you are, booked yall a nice hotel to spend Christmas together

yall get there and it has the best scenery from the floor that you both were on.

on Christmas morning, yall exchanged gifts

you got him cleats, a chain, and some new gloves with his name on it

and as for his gifts to you, he got you gift cards to your favorite restaurant and store, a necklace with his name on it, and a beautiful promise ring

you both decided to order some room service food

miyuki was so lucky to have you in his life

TETSUYA YUKI

you already know how he coming

this man is making Christmas dinner with his momma, baking some desserts, he did it all with you.

he is the type to be making sure that everything is prepared, making sure everything is in order.

he'll be stressing like this is y'all first Christmas together.

when it comes to gift exchange, he has the straghtest face but on the inside, he is nervous you wouldn't like it.

but ofc, you loved them because they were from him

his mother took pics of you guys opening gifts and they were just, so cute. (even tets was smiling)

KOICHIRO TANBA

ahhh our sweet giant

this time, its about New Year's

is nervous to because of the possibilities of him messing up

or the kiss being bad

brushed teeth, check. mouth spray just in case, yes. chapstick, got it in his pocket.

once it came down to the countdown, he gets ready for the kiss

applies his chapstick before you could look

"3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR"

instead of him grabbing you, you grabbed him and kissed him like you were not gonna let him go

once you pulled away, he was blushing like a MF

"you tatsed sweet, you should wear that chapstick often" you said while smirking. poor guy was stunned and didn't know what to say

college kicked my ass, but hey, i'm here :) (and for real this time) <3

#miyuki kazuya #kazuya miyuki #kuramochi youichi #youichi kuramochi #yuki tetsuya #tetsuya yuki #koichiro tanba #tanba koichiro #black reader #x black reader #miyuki kazuya x black reader #kuramochi youichi x black reader #yuki tetsuya x black reader #tanba koichiro x black reader

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miyuwuki · 3 years

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I looove ur Miyuki stories! Could you write mc getting a tattoo of his name? I think he would love it and find it so sexy!

omg hi love! thank you so much!

warnings: tattoos

miyuki kazuya x reader

permanent

your body rattled out of anxiety as you eyed the needle about to make contact with your skin. after pondering on this decision for days, you just figured to go with the flow, getting miyuki’s name just on the soft part of your wrist. you knew this was likely a bad idea, but you could get it removed anyways, right?

“it’ll take no longer than twenty minutes,” the tattooist assured you, “please just breathe and stay relaxed.”

you nodded hesitantly, and before you knew it you felt the soft prickles on your skin. you closed your eyes, trying to distract yourself from the pain and strategically steadied your breathing as to not to panic. after what felt like hours, the tattooist told you to open your eyes.

you peeked at your wrist, immediately falling into awe of how his name looked so pretty. it was black, and his name was written in a very elegant cursive manner. it wasn’t too big, in fact it was quite small, and you couldn’t wait to show it to miyuki later in the day.

“thank you so much!” you told the tattooist, giving him the money and a generous tip, “you’re very talented.” the tattooist bowed and said a couple thank you’s, and with that you headed home.

when you arrived, you could already smell food right outside of your apartment, knowing that it was miyuki cooking something for dinner.

“i’m home!” you exclaimed, setting your keys to the side. miyuki peeked out from the kitchen and waved, “welcome home. where did you go?” he asked, ambling towards you. you hid your hands behind your back and sneered at him, “oh, nothing.”

“what’s behind your back?”

with a grin, you pulled out your hand and showed him your wrist, in which he squinted at. when he realized what it was, his eyes widened but a frown appeared on your face, thinking that he didn’t like it.

“ah, it’s fake anyway,” you lied, “i’ll get it removed—”

your words were interrupted by him grabbing your other wrist and pulling you into him, his face in your neck.

“what are you saying?” he uttered, “those marks i leave you with every night aren’t enough to let people know you’re mine. don’t ever cover it up.”

a blush spread on your face, kind of turned on that he liked the new mark on your skin.

EEEEeee enjoy!

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

#diamond no ace #daiya no ace #diamond no ace x reader #daiyadaily #daiya no ace x reader #ace of diamond #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #kazuya miyuki x reader #sawamura eijun #kominato haruichi #daiya x reader #i love him #seido

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murder-senpai · 4 years

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F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie

stanley

ben

bill

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

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d0llhousess · 3 years

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⇢ fandom: daiya no ace ⇢ pairing: miyuki kazuya x f!reader ⇢ genre: angst ⇢ warning/tags: exes to friends to lovers, so much angst it’s ridiculous, angst w/ hopeful ending, mild language, pining, coffeeshop!au basically, pro player!miyuki

⇢ summary: you met him at the wrong time of your life, yet fate has awarded you a second chance to fall in love with him once again. ⇢ word count: approx. 3k

⇢ a/n: let me tell you, being hit with a massive wave of insecurity about your writing through the week you post the most is not fun but like yooo here we are. This is Day 3, and I hope you enjoy it! I’m not too happy with how this came out, but I do hope it reads well for you guys.

⤆ Back to Week of Fic’s Masterlist

It’s hard to recall the moment you first fell in love with Miyuki Kazuya.

You were young, in your teens, navigating through highschool in the best way possible. He was just a mutual friend of yours; someone to just say ‘hey’ to when you spoke to Kuramochi. You couldn’t quite remember what led to the two of you hanging out more and eventually going on a few dates, but you clearly remembered the emotions he elicited from you.

Being with him made all your problems fade to the background, it made you feel, believe, that you were on top of the world. Being in love with Miyuki Kazuya was an experience like no other. Yet, you weren’t his first love. You didn’t hold his heart like he did yours, and eventually the dates faded. He stopped making time for you, and you stopped pushing to be a part of his life. In hindsight, your issues could’ve been resolved with a simple conversation, but both of you were young.

So, instead of soft words explaining how neglected you felt, your feelings exploded into hurtful, sharp phrases that led to the demise of your relationship. Gone were the lingering touches in the hallways, the soft good luck kisses before a game, the playful teasing remarks between the two of you. He’d faded into a stranger, and when the both of you graduated high school, you stopped seeing him all together.

There were nights you would replay your relationship in your mind, you would linger on your regret of never mending the bridge between the two of you, because him leaving your life left a slight hole in your heart. Yet, the loudest part in your brain never failed to remind you that communication was a two way street, and that if he truly loved you, he would’ve fought for your relationship.

But that loud part of your brain didn’t stop you from scrolling though his Instagram feed in the late hours of the night. It didn’t stop you from lingering on the sports article that covered him going pro, and it definitely did not stop you from sinking into a deep funk when news broke of his engagement.

If you were honest, you felt a bit pathetic. You were still hung up on your highschool sweetheart, and he was about to get married.

Honestly, how pitiful could you get?

So, instead of holding onto your dead relationship, you allowed yourself to relive the emotions the relationship elicited out of you. You allowed yourself to come to the terms that while Miyuki was terrible at communication, you were too.

You both were too young, too immature, for the seriousness of your relationship, and that was okay. It was okay that things didn’t work out. Sure, lighting doesn't strike twice in the same place, but you were too young to even realize that lighting had struck. It was okay to have regrets because that’s how life was. It was rare to have the perfect conclusion to, well, anything, and with that realization you were finally able to move on.

As the years passed, you chased your passions. You attended culinary school, and graduated which eventually led to you opening your own local cafe. It wasn’t much, but it was your own warm little abode that you’d built from the ground up. It was a physical representation of your hard work, and you couldn't be more proud of it.

Through those years, you didn’t think much about Miyuki. You didn’t scroll through his feed for updates. When you saw a sport’s article with his name in bold letters, you’d turn away from it. He was a person of your past, and you were content with that. You didn’t need to know how he was doing, what he was up to, because you were over him.

Well you were over him until he walked into your coffee shop.

It was a normal winter day. The city streets have been recently plowed because of frequent snowfall; the air was bitingly cold, yet the warmth of your cafe brought in a decent amount of customers who couldn’t wait to get their daily fix of caffeine or sweet treat.

Your mind had been occupied with getting each customer served, that when you heard the familiar chime of the front door’s bell, you only called out a light greeting, not looking up from the cash register as you logged in the current customer’s order. Yet, when you lifted your head, mouth parting to recite your practiced greeting to the next customer, you felt the words die on your tongue.

Your eyes widened, gaze locking with bright amber eyes that you’d only seen in pictures over the past few years. Your heart speeds up in your chest, and it takes everything in you to still your shaking hands. Never in your life did you expect for him to waltz into your coffee shop, fixing you with that crooked smirk that always seems to make your thoughts stutter.

You blink once, then twice, before you allow a professional smile to spread onto your face.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” You greeted, head tilting as you hoped that he didn’t notice the way your brain short circuited just moments before, “What can I get for you, Miyuki?”

“I hope you aren’t saying I aged bad,” He immediately responded, drawing out a soft giggle from you.

You shook your head, denying his claim, because no matter how much you did not want to admit it, he became even more handsome with age. You allowed your gaze to roam over his features as he gazed over the menu that hung above your head.

You noted how he’d grown just a bit taller, how despite years passing he somehow had the same style of black frames that he had in high school, and how his features seemed to be more pronounced. Before you could linger over his face any longer, you quickly snapped your gaze to the digital screen of your cash register, because you could not be caught checking out your high school ex.

“What do you suggest?” You hear him ask, and you lick your lip as you thought about your answer, recalling the seasonal drink options and your usual menu.

“Well, what are you in the mood for?” You eventually respond, turning your gaze back to the man on the other side of the counter, “If you’re feeling festive we have an array of cinnamon or ginger based drinks, yet if you’re a fan of more simple drinks, we have your basic cappuccinos and lattes.”

Shifting your stance, you watch as he mulls over your response, eyes still firmly locked on the menu before he waved his hand in an indifferent manner.

“Just make me your favorite drink.”

You nod, immediately logging in the order, refusing to allow yourself to think too deeply about the request. He was just here to get coffee. He was just another customer. He was just Miyuki.

After you told him the total and he paid, you began to work on his drink. You ignored the way he seemed to watch you buzz around behind the counter. You refused to glance at him again. No, you solely focused on the task at hand.

Once you finished his order, you handed it to him over the counter, ignoring the slight sting of electricity that shot up your arm as your fingers brushed against each other. You watched as he brought the cup to his lips before taking a small sip of the drink, eyes fluttering shut briefly before they met your gaze once again.

“Oh this is good,” He mummers, and you open your mouth to explain what's in the drink, yet he holds up his hand to stop you.

“I don’t need to know what’s in it.” He explains, causing your brows to furrow in confusion.

“But how will you order it again if you don’t know what it is?”

Miyuki is quiet for a moment, bright eyes roaming over your face as he leans against the counter, “How often are your shifts here?”

You blink at the question, a bit confused at what he was getting at, “Uh, I’m here nearly everyday.”

The smirk that spreads onto Miyuki’s full lips and it lets know that you’d fallen for something, yet you’re still unsure of exactly what that something is.

“Perfect, then you’ll just have to take my order every time I come, right?” He chirps, taking another sip from his coffee cup.

“Um,” You begin to say, but before a full sentence leaves your lips, he’s already bidding you goodbye, leaving just as fast as he came.

Throughout the rest of your workday, you’re plagued with thoughts about Miyuki and why on earth did he come to your cafe. Fuck, how did he even find out about your cafe. You attempted to push the thoughts away from your mind, yet they still plagued you even after you’d closed.

The next day, Miyuki comes into your coffee shop again, but this time he lingers.

It was a slower day for the cafe; your usual morning rush wasn’t that heavy so you knew who he was the moment the bell chime rang through the nearly empty coffee shop. Immediately, you began to go through the process of making his drink, handing it to him as you began to ring him up.

“Slow day, innit?” He commented, and a small smile played onto your lips.

“Yeah, but that gives me more time to do other things besides just making drinks,” You responded before telling him the price of his drink.

He handed you the exact amount of money you’d said, causing your brows to raise in slight surprise, but you don’t comment on it. Instead of leaving right after he received his coffee, he remained in your cafe, eyes lingering on your form as you cleaned up your work space.

He asked you questions, seemingly catching up with all of the things he missed in the years you’d grown apart, and fuck did this puzzle you. Why on earth did Miyuki just randomly breeze back into your life? Why was he behaving as if the last conversation the two of you held didn’t end in scathing words and tears?

You wanted to ask him this, to demand answers on how he learned about your little cafe, but you didn’t, you couldn’t. You were afraid of the answers to those questions, and seeing him again, even for a few minutes, brought a sense of peace in your life.

When you gazed into his amber eyes, you felt as if it was the very first time you’d seen him all those years ago. You’d missed the banter he brought, you missed his jeering, you missed him. You wished you could press rewind on the clock, to go back to the very moment of your relationship’s demise, yet you couldn’t.

Besides, you were getting ahead of yourself. To him, you were sure he just viewed this as catching up with an old classmate. He was happily engaged, and just engaging in a purely friendly conversation. At least, you thought he was engaged until he informed you that he’d broken off the engagement nearly a year ago. You don’t have much time to respond to him after this confession, because he’s wishing you a goodbye.

Yet, just like the day before, your thoughts are riddled with him.

You can’t help the bubble of curiosity in your chest. Did he seek you out for a sense of familiarity after a failed engagement? Was it purely chance that he’d walked into your cafe? You didn’t know, and frankly you were slightly afraid of the answer, but you knew that you needed to ask him these questions.

It takes weeks for you to build up the courage to ask him the questions that swarmed in your mind the moment he left your eyesight.

Sure, he still came to your cafe, ordering the same thing nearly everyday, engaging you in light conversation topics that filled in the gaps of the years you’d miss of his life. He told you about university, about the pro league, about how he was in general. Yet, his engagement was never brought up.

He’d ask you about your life, and you’d found yourself telling him about it rather candidly. You told him about the slight funk you fell into after graduation (of course you didn’t tell him the reason for the funk), about culinary school, about opening the cafe.

The unspoken questions linger in the air between the two of you, and though you find yourself tentatively growing closer to the man that visited your coffee shop nearly everyday, there was something actively holding you back from him.

So, when he walked through the door of your cafe after nearly a month of being your number one customer, you decided that this is the day that you’d ask the questions that’d been causing you to keep him at arm's length. You fall into the routine of fixing his drink, and as you hand it to him, instead of giving him your usual playful greeting, a question falls from your lips in a jumbled up mess.

“How on earth did you find out about my cafe?”

Miyuki’s gaze widens behind those black frames, and his usual smirk is dropped from his face. The pair of you look at eachother, minds filling with unspoken words, and the nearly empty cafe is so quiet that you’re sure he can hear your heart hammering away in your chest.

“How about we talk about this after you close?” He offers, and you nod as he paid for his coffee (the exact amount of cash like always), and bid you farewell.

The rest of your day is spent in an anxiety induced haze, until you’re flipping the open sign closed. Nursing a cup of your favorite warm beverage, you wait for Miyuki at one of your window seats and a mere five minutes pass before he’s walking into the cafe, discarding his snow littered coat. He sits beside you, thanking you for the drink you’d prepared for him as well.

The two of you are quiet, unsure where to start. Years of tension hang in the air, and you can feel your leg begin to bounce out of sheer nervousness. You hear Miyuki chuckle softly and your eyes shift to his grinning face. You raise a singular brow in question, and he shakes his head.

“It’s just funny how you still do that,” He comments, and you then halt your bouncing leg, soft laughter breezing through the warm air of the cafe.

“You know what they say,” You responded, facing him fully with a soft smile, “Old habits die hard.”

Miyuki’s grin melts into a smile that mirrors your own, and just a bit of the tension dissipates. You open your mouth to apologize for the rather random question that led the both of you to your current position, yet before you can even utter a word, he begins to tell you about the events that led him to your cafe.

He told you about how devastated your breakup left him, about how you broke his heart, about how he knew he broke your heart as well. He tells you about how thoughts of you plagued his mind all throughout your time apart, about how he yearned for a simple “do over.” Then, he begins to tell you about his engagement. A part of you wants to tell him to stop, because you don’t want to hear about the man you’d loved for years falling in love with another person.

Yet, you allow him to continue because he needs to get this off his chest, and you need to hear it.

You listen to him as he recounts the engagement, at how the relationship deteriorated into something toxic simply because he refused to let go of his love for you. Your hands began to shake around your coffee mug as you listened to him admit that the reason called off his engagement was because of you.

You nearly begin to cry.

You don’t know what to think, what to say.

A part of you wants to throw your arms around him, to weep into his chest about how much you missed him, but another part needs him to finish recounting his tale. So you anchor yourself to your seat, encouraging him to continue.

Finally, he tells you about how he heard about your little cafe. He tells you about how Kuramochi mentioned it in mere passing when they were catching up, and about how he couldn’t resist seeing you again. By now, your heart is beating so heavily in your chest, that it’s nearly hard to breathe.

Here he was laying his heart out bare for you to judge, to even reject. He wasn’t the boy that you’d turned your back on all those years ago. He didn’t brush off your questions with jokes, no, he answered them truthfully.

He was being vulnerable with you, and never in a million years would you have expected Miyuki Kazuya to approach you with his heart in his hands. You exhale shakily, hands removing themselves from your now cool mug, before you placed a soft hand over his larger one.

“Kazuya,” You breathed out, facing him fully, if he could bare his heart to you, then you could do the same, “I never stopped loving you.” Your confession fills the air between the two of you, and your hand squeezes his closed fist that rested on top of the table.

“Even after all these years, Kazuya,” You whispered to him,“I’m still in love with you.”

A mere second passes before his lips are on yours, and the same electricity you felt clap through your body from your very first kiss with him, strikes through you. Goosebumps littered your forearms as you melted into his embrace, pressing your body even more closer to his.

Apparently, lighting did strike in the same place twice.

#dayia no ace #dayia no ace x reader #diamond no ace #diamond no ace x reader #miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya x reader #one shots #nghts week of fics

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deadlyleomidget · 3 years

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Heyyy, your writing is very good, keep it up! Just wanted to request a Miyuki x reader where he tries to flirt with his partner? (his partner probably complains about how he never flirts etc)

Hey! OMG I’m so sorry for taking so long to write this. I was so concentrated on my current fic, that I forgot to check my inbox. Thank you so much for your compliment. By the way, you phrased your request, I interpreted it that you wanted reader to be gender-neutral so that’s how I wrote it. If not... Then I’m sorry and I don’t mind changing the pronouns if that was the case. I hope you like it!

‘I can totally do this,’ Miyuki thought with confidence when he left his dorm room to go on his date with his partner, Y/n-chan. Unfortunately, it was not often that he went on dates with his partner due to his busy schedule. Baseball took most of his time. Which was starting to worry the catcher that baseball was starting to put a strain on his relationship. That scared him to death. Y/n-chan already complained to him that he never flirts. In a frenzy, Miyuki went straight to the most knowledgeable person he knew and the only one he trusted: Kuramochi Youichi.

The shortstop berated him over being so stupid and oblivious. He said that it was obvious that Y/n-chan wanted to be “wooed” by him. Miyuki didn’t quite know what that meant which garnered another scolding from his best friend. Kuramochi explained to him that he needed to set up a romantic date as soon as possible and be as dashing as possible. To compliment and treat Y/n-chan nicely.

At first that mildly terrified Miyuki. He wasn’t very good at demonstrating his affection verbally. He preferred to do with his actions. But if it was going to save his relationship then he was going to try. Y/n-chan was worth it and then some. Kuramochi put his nerves at ease when he helped plan everything. The shortstop chose the restaurant, what to wear, and even styled his hair for him. Kuramochi said that he didn’t trust his sense of style and almost ripped to shreds all of the catcher’s clothes until he finally settled for a crisp white shirt, a black blazer, and a pair of dark wash jeans. Kuramochi said it was basic but it had to do in the meanwhile since most of Miyuki’s clothes are horrible according to him. As if insulting his clothing wasn’t enough then the shortstop went on and on about how Miyuki should thank his lucky stars that he was a pretty boy or otherwise this wouldn’t fly. After Miyuki got dressed, Kuramochi styled his hair using gel and slicked back his bangs so he would look different for a change.

By this point, Miyuki thought that the shortstop was exaggerating which Kuramochi scoffed at. Kuramochi insisted that he had to look the part of a suave guy and had to be one too. He told him a bunch of different things he should say to Y/n-chan and how to act as well. After a crash course on ‘How to Flirt 101’ Kuramochi sent him on his way.

Miyuki thought that he started well when he complimented Y/n-chan on their appearance. He should’ve received brownie points when he held Y/n-chan’s hand on their way to the restaurant judging from their bright smile.

“This is a first for you,” y/n-chan commented with a smile. “You usually don’t hold my hand first.”

“Well, this is a date right? So it’s only right,” Miyuki said, trying to sound as if it was not a big deal when it totally was. At least for him, it was.

Once they arrived at the small restaurant, Miyuki opened the door for Y/n like the perfect gentleman.

Y/n gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

They made their way inside. It was a small restaurant lit by candlelights making the atmosphere both cozy and romantic. Before Y/n-chan had a chance to sit, Miyuki pulled out a chair almost instantly for y/n to sit down.

“And they say that chivalry is dead,” y/n said with a teasing smile.

“Well, that’s because they haven’t met me,’ the catcher joked.

Y/n rolled their eyes playfully and soon they fell into a comfortable conversation. They talked about all sorts of different conversations while they ordered, most of them silly, just like they usually do. It was nice and Miyuki was having a nice time. He could tell that Y/n was having a nice time too.

But this wasn’t enough.

According to Kuramochi, he had to “woo” Y/n tonight and he won’t accomplish his goal if he acts like he always does.

So he had to try his hand at being “suave” and flirt with Y/n.

Miyuki glanced at Y/n with the most intense gaze he could muster. Kuramochi told him that holding eye contact was important.

Y/n soon noticed that he was staring and blinked in confusion. “Is everything okay Kazuya?”

“Everything is fine,” the catcher said, flashing a seductive smirk. “I was just blinded by your beauty,” he then added.

Y/n gave him a weirded out look. “Thank you…,” Y/n said, before taking a sip of water. “You sure like to flatter me tonight.”

Miyuki shrugged. “I’m just stating facts.”

“Well, it’s weird,” Y/n quipped. “You’re usually not like this. Are you tired? That’s probably it. It’s been a busy week for everyone, including me.”

The catcher then chuckled. “I’m not surprised you’re tired since you’ve been running through my mind all day babe,” he said with a small smile and then lightly touched Y/n’s wrist.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, that’s very sweet of you… I think about you all day too,” Y/n replied in a skeptical tone.

Miyuki didn’t let his smile falter but he was starting to sweat bullets. He was saying all the things that Kuramochi told him to say, he was acting like he told him too, with the touching and the “suave” smiles. But it was not winning Y/n over. What the hell was he doing wrong? What was missing?

Out of frustration, the catcher looked around to calm down his nerves. He felt like this was his first date and it was going down like a complete disaster. Miyuki took a deep breath and casually glanced towards the window and then blinked in confusion when he noticed a head of green hair.

‘Is that Kuramochi?’

Miyuki blinked several times and then looked towards the window only to see a view of the empty sidewalk. No green hair insight. Did he imagine it?

“What are you looking at?” Y/n asked in curiosity.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought I saw something,” Miyuki said with an awkward laugh.

Y/n gave him another awkward smile. “So I noticed that you style your hair differently tonight,” Y/n pointed out at his slicked-back bangs.

“Ah yes, I decided to try something different for you,” he replied and then ran his hand through his brown hair, pushing it back as slowly as he could. “Do you like it?” he asked in a low tone.

Y/n just stared at him in silence before bursting to laugh out loud.

Miyuki widened his eyes in surprise, perplexed at Y/n’s reaction.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Y/n apologized between fits of laughter. “It’s just… It’s just… What was that? Are you trying to look like a movie star?” Y/n asked, wiping a tear off their eye.

The catcher averted his gaze as a small shade of pink covered his cheeks. “I was trying to flirt,” he mumbled.

“What?” Y/n asked, getting closer to Miyuki to hear him better.

“I was trying to flirt,” he said a bit louder which surprised Y/n. “Weren’t you the one who said that I didn’t flirt with you anymore and that I wasn’t romantic?” he asked in irritation. “I was trying to please you!”

Y/n was taken aback by his response. “Oh Kazuya, you were trying to change for me?” Y/n asked, feeling touched. “I really appreciate it. But this wasn’t what I meant.”

Miyuki blinked in confusion. “No? You didn’t want to be ‘wooed’ by me?” he asked.

“Wooed?” y/n repeated perplexed. “From where did you get that idea?”

“That’s what Kuramochi told me,” the catcher explained. “I told him what you told me and he said that you wanted me to be all suave and woo you,” he elaborated, feeling embarrassed.

Y/n snorted. “Kuramochi? You took advice from Kuramochi,” Y/n asked in an incredulous tone.

“Well… Yes,” Miyuki replied, suddenly feeling stupid. “I didn’t know who else to ask. He gave me advice about everything. About what to say, what to wear, where to take you. That’s why I said all of those things. But if you say that he was wrong, then what did you mean? I thought you wanted to spend a more romantic time together. ”

Y/n giggled. “I do want to spend more romantic time together,” Y/n replied. “I know it’s not always possible because of your busy schedule so I understand. Going out just the two of us is nice. Hanging out together even if we don’t do anything special is also nice. It’s just that when we do spend time together I want you to be a bit more romantic. Like holding hands or telling me that I look nice. You don’t need to do it all the time since I know you’re not comfortable with that. But if you do it from time to time, I’d be happy with that. But only if you do it being your authentic self,” Y/n explained with a warning. “I don’t need cheesy pick-up lines and for you to be someone that you’re not.”

Miyuki let out a sigh in relief. “I’m so glad,” the catcher said. “I don’t think that I was going to be able to keep this up.”

“I’m glad,” Y/n said with a chuckle.

Miyuki then gave Y/n a sincere smile and slid his hand across the table to hold their hand. “I’m sorry for not being very expressive with my feelings in the past. I’ll try my best to change that. I promise.”

Y/n returned his smile and then squeezed his hand. “I know that you will,” they said. “You doing all of this and putting that act because you thought that was what I wanted just shows me that I’m in your heart.”

The catcher nodded. “Always, Y/n.”

“Now that we’re talking about promises, can you promise something else?”

“Anything you want.”

“Please don’t get dating advice from Kuramochi-kun ever again,” Y/n pleaded.

Miyuki scoffed.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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