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moririki · 3 years

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⤷ CLUELESS

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER -> 1.5K despite your best efforts to confess your feelings to the infamous stone wall, he never quite seems to understand

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> ushijima being fucking clueless lmaooo, reader stumbling around being awkward, tendo being a jackass in the best way, obvious pining MORI'S THOUGHTS -> this imagine is based off of monthly girls' nozaki-kun, which is a pretty good (and short!) anime i watched on netflix hehe. the dynamic just reminded me of ushi for some reason so this became a thing

WHEN YOU FOUND YOURSELF FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CAPTAIN OF A VOLLEYBALL TEAM, YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. the two of you had nothing in common. the most you saw of him in a day was the brief glimpse of him before he headed into class. despite the fact that you could count the number of interactions that you've had with him on one hand, you were quick to develop feelings for the guy.

maybe you just had a type. he was tall, handsome, and quiet, but you were surprised that not many of the girls in your class gossiped about him. from what you knew about him, he mostly kept to himself or the volleyball team, with a very focused mindset accompanying him on and off of the court. the more that you knew about him only deepened your crush, to the point where it was getting unbearable to just admire him from afar.

while you felt like you knew the outcome before it started, you still decided to try your luck. today was the day of your confession.

"um, ushijima?" you tapped him on the shoulder hesitantly, stood next to his desk. he turned to you, face stoic as always. now or never. don't give away the fact that you're sweating bullets, you reminded yourself. your hands were balled into tight fists, nails digging into your palms as you felt your mouth open and close a few times with no sound coming out. fuck.

ushijima's face was blank, offering neither support nor disdain. well, the lack of outright disgust was always a good sign.

"i just wanted to say that i, uh.." you trailed off, resolve crumbling underneath the powerful gaze of ushijima. what were you thinking? you couldn't tell him how you felt, but you couldn't just slowly destroy yourself keeping it from him. might as well get it over and done with. "i want to be around you!" you ended up blurting out. and once the dam broke, more and more words started to spill past your lips.

"i've always admired you and how dedicated you are to volleyball, and i want to be around you more- and it's because i-" you finally hesitared at that, feeling your face flame up when confronted with the three little words which would change everything. but ushijima must have assumed that you had finished talking because your chance to confess had disappeared.

"i'm glad that you feel that way, y/n." ushijima's facial expression was still stern, but you perked up at his words nonetheless.

"you do?" you sounded breathless, eyes wide after you had just exposed exactly how you felt to your long-standing crush. ushijima nodded encouragingly, and you could feel a ringing in your ears as you begaj to think that you were dreaming. this was simply too good to be true, and you felt so lightheaded that you could float away with the lightest gust of wind.

"to confirm your position as manager you're going to have to fill out a form, but you can join practice tomorrow." you blinked, feeling yourself crash back down to earth when ushijima continued to speak.

"wait, what?" ushijima then looked at you in confusion.

"did you not just ask me to be a manager?" you hesitated, struggling internaly as to whether you should confess, again. but your cowardice won, and you sighed, nodding.

"i'll see you tomorrow."

the plasticky squeak of trainers hitting gymnasium floor welcomed you, and you steeled your nerves before stepping through the doors and being welcomed by the bright lights. you squinted as the glare hit you, hands holding onto your arms in an attempt to pull yourself together.

the sound of a volleyball being spiked into the floor harshly grasped your attention, and you watched in awe as the shiratorizawa volleyball team began to warm up. ushijima had just delivered that terrifyingly fast spike, and you felt a blush rise to your face as you saw how concentrated he was. cute.

"oh, hello!" a singsong voice and accompanying face invaded your senses, and you squeaked in surprise, taking an involuntary step back. the red-headed boy grinned at you, his frame towering over yours. "are you the new manager?" you nodded once, eyes darting past him to look at ushijima again. the ace still had his attention trained onto the court, despite the racket his teammate was causing. you sighed when you realised that your crush hadn't noticed you come in, and your action caused the redhead in front of you to narrow his eyes shrewdly.

"tendo, get back to practice!" a second voice called from the court. another guy with grey hair was stood there with his hands on his hips, staring at the male in front of you expectantly.

"coming, semi-semi!" tendo sang, offering you a cheery wave before running back. you were glad that there was at least one friendly face in the gym, though you had to fend for yourself now.

considering the fact that you had minimal support and nobody else to show you the ropes, you had actually picked up rather quickly on how to be a semi-decent manager. you fell into a rhythm over the next few weeks, filling up water bottles and preparing towels for the sweaty players. at least your failed confession had led to you taking part in a club that would look very good on your college applications.

another positive from this whole experience was the fact that you had gained two new friends, who went by the names tendo and semi. it was almost embarrassing at how quickly they figured out your crush for their team captain- semi tried to flirt with you, and tendo cackled as you stuttered out a rejection for his advances. next thing you know, one instinctive glance in ushijima's direction had tendo unraveling the entire mystery as to why you had signed up for a position as manager.

of course, the two assholes found the whole situation hilarious at your expense. however, you couldn't find yourself holding a grudge against the boys when they offered to act as your official wingmen. as for the very reason why you had joined the team, things were going about as well as you could expect. while he made no indication of going out of his way to talk to you, ushijima would gladly return any conversation that you struck up when handing him his water bottle or towel. he'd then return to practice promptly, help to lock up the gym, and then leave with not much in terms of a second glance. it was unsurprising behaviour, but still disheartening to say the least.

that's how you found yourself ranting to tendo during the team's five-minute break, with the boy watching your frustrated face in amusement.

“i just- i can’t believe that i talked myself into being a manager! all because of a crush! a crush that doesn’t even realise that i like him!” you placed down the towel that you just folded in frustration, and tendo couldn’t stop a giggle escaping his lips.

“look, that’s just how he is.” the redhead attempted to console you, giving you a pat on the arm. “he’s difficult to read, and he never talks about his emotions. besides, i don’t think he’s ever had a crush before.”

you sighed, nodding in defeat.

“yeah, yeah. i get it.” tendo’s focus drifted from your face to behind you, and he was quick to sling an arm around your shoulder.

“speaking of the guy...” he muttered to you under his breath. you turned to see the captain approaching, his brow slightly knitted. you smiled as best as you could, offering him a water bottle.

“bye, sweetie,” tendo cooed at you, shooting you a painfully obvious wink that had you blushing and looking down at your shoes. now it was just you and ushijima, the latter being as silent as ever. you coughed once, peeking up at his face.

“you spiked well today.” ushijima nodded once, a small smile spreading across his face. the motion had your heart swelling.

“thank you. you’re a very good manager.” you laughed, mostly to hide your blush and just at how ironic this entire situation was.

“thank you.” you smiled up at the man, and that was the end of your interaction. you watched his back as he returned back to the court, going so much further away from you. tendo shot you two thumbs up and received a slap on the back of the head from semi, and that made you giggle.

hell, even if you got here under circumstances that weren’t in your favour, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. something about getting to watch ushijima perform in his element every day was enough to keep your crush going, reciprocated or not. besides, who knew how the guy really felt after all?

your daydreaming had you staring off into space as the coach blew a whistle to mark the return to practice, and a pair of olive eyes tore themselves away from you to focus back on the court.

you had been paying attention to his spikes, after all.

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⤷ MORE THAN YOU'D BARGAIN FOR

DENJI X READER -> 1.7K when it comes to a fool blinded by love, it sure hurts to have the short end of the stick

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> angst, friends with benefits‼️, happy ending bc i'm weak like that, denji not knowing how to process emotions, very loose college!au cos i'm lazy, makima being slightly antagonised because fuck her, mentions of sex but nothing super explicit i don't think MORI'S THOUGHTS -> thinking about denji's hands. i want to learn how to animate manga panels now so i can do a csm edit. also the writing style got kinda boring im SORRY

HEARTBREAK WAS ALWAYS BOUND TO HAPPEN IN THESE SORT OF RELATIONSHIPS. anyone with a pair of eyes and ears could give a clear answer to the question "who does denji like?" and no matter how much you wanted that answer to change, it would never be you.

even when the blonde boy had been so insistent on his heart belonging to another, he still had urges. so under the influence of one too many bottles of alcohol, it was a fairly easy decision for both of you to fall into bed together. more than once. more than you'd care to admit.

being with denji was nice. he was funny, sweet at times and vulgar during the others, and you found yourself repeating a mantra of don't catch feelings for your friend during your time together. and truth be told, it was hard not to, even when you and denji had finished your business and the topic of conversation always seemed to make its way back to makima.

it left a bitter taste in your mouth when denji acted like nothing had happened between the pair of you in other settings. the bitterness turned sour when you realised that there was no reason for him to have to either, and you cursed yourself when you realised you had done the worst thing possible and gone and fallen for your friend who so clearly wouldn't like you back.

but there were times where you thought that you just might have a chance.

even though your cursed your heart for fluttering and rearing its head each time so willingly at denji's mercy, you couldn't help but take every offhand action of his as a ray of hope. with the way his hands engulfed yours to anchor himself as he thrusted into you, the way his lips left urgent kisses on your lips as you panted beneath him, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried out in ecstasy.

and even when you were lying next to each other in his bed, catching your breath. you would turn to look at his face sometimes, only to see him staring at you already with a look in his eyes that could only be described as wistful. but you were a fool to think that you could ever upseat makima in denji's eyes.

false hope could only get you so far.

with his breath tickling the back of your neck and his large hand rubbing patterns into your hip, this false hope really had gotten you somewhere. but all good things must come to an end. words that you dreaded to say weighed heavy on your tongue, but you dragged yourself along, lifting them just enough to feel them escape your lips before you could really stop them.

"denji, what are we?"

you felt the hand that rested on you go still, and the arm that was poised as a pillow for you went rigid. hell, the boy that was holding you so close to his chest had practically stopped breathing, and you felt your eyelids slide shut in a bitter defeat before you heard another word. it's not like you needed them to understand how he felt, anyway.

"we're friends, aren't we?" his tone was so controlled, so even and level and unlike the denji that you knew and, dare you say it, loved. it sent another shot tubneling straight through your heart, and you were glad that you were currently facing away from him. you wouldn't be able to handle seeing the look on his face as all of your tentative hopes were crushed under his heel. all you wanted to do was curl in on yourself and maybe try to cry away the numbness that was invading your body from the chest outward.

you raised a shaking hand to push denji's own off of you, and you felt the mattress underneath you creak as the boy shifted in confusion at your behaviour.

"y/n?"

your kept your back turned to him as you got out of his bed, pulling on your own clothed and scowling in frustration when you couldn't find your shirt anywhere. you were seconds away from letting the first droplets fall, and you did not want to let denji see.

you snagged some random material of a shirt off of the bedroom floor, yanking it over your head and turning to face denji with a face that you hoped wasn't too scrunched from holding back your tears.

"we're not just friends and you fucking know it."

you didn't have time to register his wounded facial expression or the pleading calls of your name that he cast towards your retreating figure, but you grabbed your shoes before leaving his dorm, shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully and storming off back to your own room.

you must look insane, padding along the halls with no shoes as angry tears streaked down your face and you tried your best not to audibly sob. by the time you had made it back to your room your eyes were streaming, and you flopped on your bed with little regard for anything else other than crying your eyes out.

truth be told, after that fateful night and the best cry of your life you felt much better. you knew where you stood, you had your feelings sorted out, and you knew that a little distance would really help you to finally move on from your friend.

now, if only denji would stop calling and texting you like nothing had happened.

you felt like you could scream when you saw a notification from him, asking if you wanted to study for the test that you had next week. you bit back the petty urge to ask him if he wanted to study with you as just friends, instead opting to turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow once again.

matters of the heart take time, after all.

on denji's end, things weren't looking much better. he brushed off his confusion at your actions and words when you had left so abruptly the other day, only to find himself staring at his ceiling trying to decipher his feelings and what the hell you had meant.

he likes makima. and he has, for a while now. he could count on one hand the amount of times he had interacted with the girl who sat in front of him in the lecture hall, and every time had been met with this strange giddy feeling in his chest. though it was rare, he knew that feeling.

but the one he felt right now was so, so, different. when the door clicked shut behind you, it felt like a piece of him had up and left along with you. the very reason that he had accelerated things so far in your relationship was because of how right things felt with you. the slightest graze of your fingertips across his chest didn't light any fireworks in his mind, but it's like warmth perforated his skin and was injected straight into him from you.

truth be told, that feeling was the most addicting he had ever felt. and when he heard that air of finality right after the door shut behind you, it didn't take long for denji to realise just how cold everything felt without you.

but he still liked makima, right?

that giddy feeling in his chest he got from her was enough to fill the you-shaped hole, right?

you not talking to him wasn't what made his heart hurt, right?

he only realised just how wrong he had it when he talked to makima for the fourth time ever. she had turned in her seat, even smiling at him and asking for a pen, and all that came to mind was how much he missed your smile.

hell, he missed everything. the sound of your laugh, the smell of your hair. the way you fit against him and said his name. and that's when he realised this you-related feeling was.

longing.

there was a knock on your door. and another. you groaned, rolling over to check the time to see that it was three in the morning.

by the time you had cracked your door open you saw a flash of blond hair and a face all-too-familiar, you knew it was too late to slam your door shut. denji's face perked up, and you already knew that you were done for.

he lifted his hand, revealing a pretty albeit crumpled bouquet of flowers. you almost giggled to yourself, guessing that the mastermind of that romantic gesture was most likely denji's roommate aki. but it was appreciated, nonetheless.

"what do you want, denji?" you were painfully aware of just how much of a mess you looked right now- eyes still red around the rim from how many self-pitying tears you had shed over this entire situation.

denji's mouth and opened and closed, and you sighed against your barely open door which still had a chain on it.

"i'm not in the mood, denji."

"no, no, it's just that i wanted to say that i've finally figured out what we are." it appears tgat your friend finally found his voice. you looked him in the eye again, trying not to let the hope in your heart build itself too high. "we're way more than friends, y/n."

you felt any resistance crumble at those words, and the sheepish smile on your face grew.

"so, can i come in?" you smiled at denji, shutting your door to undo the latch before opening it again, wide enough to let him back in to your life. consider him a weakness of yours.

the first thing denji did when he crossed the threshold of your door was wrap his arms around you, dried tears and crumpled flowers and all, and bury his face in your hair. the only words he had to offer was a mumbled i miss you into your skin, and you felt your body melt against him like it had so many times before.

when you finally broke apart, you couldn't help but wonder.

"so, what are the flowers for denji?" the boy before you blushed, his eyes flitting off to the side. he raised a hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath to summon some courage.

"i was hoping... that i could take you out on a date. or be your boyfriend. something like that."

"what?" denji was still bright red, though his eyes were locked onto yours.

"you heard me." you smiled once again, taking a step forwards and effectively closing the distance between you two.

"i would love to."

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⤷ A BLOODSTAINED CONFESSION

RENGOKU KYOJURO X READER -> 3.6K you patch up your fellow hashira after the hardest fight of your lives

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS like before the cut and everything, mentions of blood + gore, so kinda angsty but definitely a fluffy ass ending, reader is a hashira but it's left ambiguous as to what element you are👍, i watched the movie two months ago so my recollection of dialogue and plot may be *slightly* off, near-death experience, idk how to write combat so i just... didn’t, reader lowkey thirsts over rengoku's back muscles and shit because why tf not, idk how injuries work aaaa MORI'S THOUGHTS -> rengoku my beloved,,, he deserves the world,, i think i should have made this less angsty im SORRY (i rlly heard "extra fluffy" and it just went 👩🏻➡️ straight through my head huh) also i bet you guys missed me and my late-ass posting <3 but here i am!! for now!! yeahhhh!! i feel like the writing in this got a little repetitive so i apologise for that

APPARENTLY, THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE TRAIN wasn't enough to end this mission. even with one lower six demon defeated, another much stronger one had replaced it. the arrival of akaza was a significant turning point in the battle, and one that you cursed yourself for missing.

you should have known that this mission would he more dangerous than expected when both you and rengoku had been deployed to the train, alongside three rookies. you should have known better than to let rengoku convince you to stay back and help evacuate rather than let him handle it alone.

he had been so full of confidence- squeezing your hand firmly before rushing off, leaving you feeling slightly lightheaded from the brief contact of his warm palm. you should have wished him luck, told him to be careful, anything, but he was gone before you had the chance.

you made quick work of evacuating the passengers of the derailed train, making sure that they were all confirmed to be outside of the carriages before entrusting their safety to zenitsu and nezuko. it was around when you had carried out the last passenger that you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet, coming from the other side of the embankment that you were currently placed at.

before you gave yourself time to really think things through, you were shouting instructions to the pair of demon slayers and dashing off towards the source of the noise, hand readily placed on your sword. that was the direction that rengoku ran is all that went through your mind.

the scene that you found yourself facing did little to quell your fears. you reached two bodies first, recognising them as the hapless figures of inosuke and tanjiro. from a glance you could see the extent of their injuries, with the latter laying on the ground barely conscious. the boar-headed one could only stare at the fight happening several metres away, his shoulders slumped in defeat and swords hanging by his sides.

“there’s no opening,” he only whispered, barely audible. that much was true. even you had difficulty keeping up with the movements of rengoku and the demon that he was fighting. the fact that it had already been several minutes and that there was no clear advantage concerned you, and you unsheathed your sword.

“you two stay put, and learn what it means to be a hashira, alright?” you tried offering a brilliant smile, much like you had seen the flame hashira do so many times, but you hoped that yours didn't fall flat. from the slight relief shown on tanjiro’s worn face, though, you took that as a good sign.

without wasting another second, you rushed towards rengoku and the demon, assessing their movements. inosuke wasn’t joking when he said there wasn’t any opening, their movements equally matched. you took the chance and struck when rengoku managed to get the demon to stumble back. bringing your sword down in a vertical strike, you severed one of its arms, before taking a cursory glance back at rengoku to make sure that he was alright.

your wound did little to hinder the demon, as it simply chuckled before regrowing its limb.

“oh? another hashira? don’t tell me you think that this is a fair match,” the demon sneered as you held your sword in front of you, still nervously eyeing the blood that was beginning to drip at rengoku’s feet. it amazed you as to how he was still standing, let alone also ready to keep fighting, but you weren’t going to stop him with that amount of determination in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t say that you appearing after we had to fight an entire train was fair either, but here we are,” you glared at the demon, adjusting the grip on your sword.

“think you can hold on a little longer?” you asked rengoku, still facing the demon.

“always.” you could picture the steadfast smile on his face, lending you his strength whenever you needed it. you took a deep breath, starting your total concentration breathing and launching off of your foot, propelling yourself forwards.

you heard rengoku's footsteps right behind you, dependable as ever. when you swung your sword and sliced through, you knew that the flame hashira was there to follow through with a co-ordinated attack.

despite your best efforts, the upper six demon lived up to its status and provided to be more than a challenge for even both you and rengoku fighting him simultaneously. in fact, akaza had even managed to gain the upper hand a few times, leaving you with a cracked rib that was making it more difficult to focus and control your breathing.

but you and rengoku's big break arrived in the form of a rising sun that leeched itself into your surroundings. the glow was nothing but welcomed by you, though your demon opponent let fear flicker across its face for the first time this night as it turned foot and fled. the invisible adrenaline-fuelled strings that held you up snapped, and you felt the strength from your body sap, too spent to gove chase to akaza.

the bitter taste of defeat crushed you, numbing your senses as you barely heard the cries of tanjiro as he yelled at the retreating figure of akaza. you turned to your fellow yashira, eyes widening and senses returning as you took in the way he had slumped to the floor, head bowed as he kneeled.

"no, don't you dare," you mumbled, dropping to your knees too in front of him. panic gave your limbs a new purpose as your hands stretched out in front of you, seeking out the warmth rengoku still emitted even when mortally wounded.

the most pressing matter was the dark stain of blood that gave his uniform an unnatural sheen that was still spreading. you pressed a hand to the source of it, a large gash across his stomach that was much too deep for your liking. your other hand came to rest on his face, tilting his head up to look at you for any sort of good sign to cling onto.

"you better stay alive!" your voice was shrill, harsher than you wanted it to be, but those were factors you could hardly control more than the blood oozing from rengoku's stomach. you could see how unfocused his eyes were, and how heavy his head was when only being propped up by the waning strength in your hand. your own injuries had been forgotten, cast aside in favour for you to fear for the flame hashira's life.

and still, despite everything, the man still smiled. the blood covering half his face did little to mar its radiance. rengoku raised a shaking, bloody hand of his own, letting it fall heavy against your own as you felt your hold begin to slip.

"you're hurt too, you know." his words were more of a shaky exhale, though you heard it all the same. you felt a smile slip onto yours too as rengoku proved to still be so vigilant in the wellbeing of others.

"you don't need to remind me, shut up and save your energy," you whispered back. you didn't trust yourself to speak any louder in fear of your voice cracking.

"but.. i have to tell you something." the insistence in his eyes was back, burning into you so mich that you couldn't help but lean closer, trying to ease his burden of being audible.

"quit talking like you're dying." you were practically whispering into his ear, close enough to feel the rasp of his breath as he laughed, holding your hand tighter. his other hand came up to your own face, rough thumb brushing against the skin underneath your eye, wiping away a tear you never realised had tracked its way there.

"let me bandage you up." your voice may not have shook, but your hands definitely did as you disentangled them from rengoku's hold, urging him to put pressure on his wound while your fingers found purchase on the hem of your uniform and ripped off a strip of it. it was barely enough to cover his injury but you managed to wrap the severed cloth around his middle a few times, tying it tight and hoping that it was enough to stop the bleeding.

"just.. stay with me until backup comes, alright? you've got tell me something once we get out of here, remember?" rengoku nodded into your palm, smiling at your words as his eyelids fluttered shut. but you were close enough to still feel that he was warm, to feel the slight rise and fall of his chest as he managed to still breathe, and that gave you some comfort.

minutes felt like hours when you had to talk to fill the gap. whether it was to give rengoku something that tethered him to this mortal realm, or a way for you to distract yourself from your own pain, you onew that you would both have to tough it out a little longer, just until the others arrived.

"you know, i've always admired you." you were surprised at both his words and how clear rengoku's voice sounded. your grip on his hand tightened a little, and you leaned towards him so that your forehead pressed against his.

"this is hardly the time to say something like that, kyojuro." you tried not to laugh, the pain of your ribs starting to edge back in as the adrenaline left your body as the sun soaked your bodies.

"i just wanted you to know." you would have responded to the man if it weren't for the shouts that became all too clear. help was here, and everything was going to be okay now.

you didn't want to let rengoku out of your sight, but many insistent hands prised his body from your grip, and with barely the strength to speak there was little that you could do about it except succumb to the pain of your wounds and finally fall unconscious.

recovery was never an aspect of fighting that you looked forward to. when you finally came to, there were a few gripping moments of panic when you asked a nurse if rengoku was here, if he was alive. you had been assured that he was before the pain and medication kicked in again for a fitful sleep as your body healed.

but no matter how you were pressed back into bed, into the constraints of sleep, you never really felt like you were at rest. your mind was still racing to places your body couldn't as it pieced together the events just before you got hospitalised.

when you could finally get up without keeling over, you were stumboing your way through the hallways as stealthily as possible, leaning on walls for support and peering into rooms as you walked past, in search of your fellow hashira. your cards of luck had lined up when you stumbled upon his sleeping figure less than three rooms down from yours.

he looked a lot cleaner, still donning a serene smile even when unconscious and you felt the panic gripping your body loosen its hold. the throb of your most likely broken ribs was enough of an edge to keep you awake, and you made your way over to rengoku's bedside.

there was a convenient chair placed next to him, and you tried not to grunt in pain as you sat down in it. rengoku didn't even stir at your approach, and you resigned yourself to sitting there, studying his figure and resisting the urge to check whether he was actually breathing or not. if you focused enough, you saw the subtlest rise and fall of his chest, just enough to qualm your fears.

your concentration was broken as you heard the sliding door open again, and the hesitant voice of a nurse breaking your intense silence.

"ah, i'm sorry to interrupt but i need to change rengoku's bandages." to prove her point, the nurse raised her arm to emphasise the strips of fabric held by them. you stood up hastily, sending a cursory glance back at the still-sleeping form of rengoku.

like all matters regarding the flame hashira, you found your mouth and body working a little faster than your brain.

"it's alright, i can change them for you. i'm sure that you have plenty of other patients to tend to." the nurse nodded, though she still looked hesitant to hand you the bandages. you gave her a reassuring smile, stretching out your hand to take them. "i've had plenty of experience with this, don't worry."

the nurse appeared relieved, giving you a quick thanks before exiting and letting the door click shut behind her.

you turned your attention back to rengoku's sleeping figure only to watch him crack a single amber eye open and give you an almost sheepish smile. you couldn't help the flooding sensation of relief that drenched your bones, and you returned his gesture.

"i'm glad to see that you're alright." rengoku's eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself grow hot underneath his gaze.

"glad to see you too." you offered a hand, helping rengoku shuffle further up the bed with minimal effort on your side. despite the bandages covering a large expanse of his upper body, his grip on your hand was still stable and you bit back the fond smile threatening to bloom on your face.

luckily for you, rengoku seemed to get the message that he needed to get shirtless without you asking him, which saved you a whole lot of embarrassment. you weren't confident in your ability to look him in the eye and ask him to strip without blushing, though you did exactly that as your eyes raked over his bare skin.

littered with scars and covering taut muscle, it was hard not to let your eyes wander down his form. from the look on rengoku's face, he looked well aware of the effect that he had on you and fixing you with a practically imperceptible smirk. you were quick to ask him to turn around, and he obliged as quickly as someone with broken and bruised bones could manage.

his back was the same story, with broad shoulders and defined shoulderblades that had muscle twitching without you touching it. you sucked in a breath, way too audible for your liking, and tried not to let your hand stretch out to run your fingers down the expanse of his back. you were here to help treat him, not indulge in some fantasy of yours.

your mindset snapped back to professionalism as you grabbed hold of the fresh bandages, opting to put them on after you removed the old ones. while there was no sign of infection, you still grimaced at the bloody sight of rengoku's major wound. you tried not to show how much it had upset you, both now and in the moment, and your attention turned to your slightly trembling fingers.

you were careful to avoid where his skin was obviously discoloured from bruising, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. he was warm to the touch, enough to invite you in with some false sense of confort before burning you alive. the way his back muscles jumped at your touch did little to help your concentration, but you shouldered on.

your mingld escaped you, insisting on recounting those painful minutes where rengoku was vpeeding out on the battlefield. there was a particular focus on his insistence to tell you something, and you bit your lip. surely, he would ask you at some point from now.

"how are your ribs?" rengoku's voice cut through the silence, its rasping edge acting as evidence of hiw soundly he had been sleeping earlier. while it wasn't the question you wanted him to ask you, you were never one to turn down conversation. especially from him.

"worry about yourself, kyojuro. i'm fine." your appliance of the fresh bandage meant that you would now have to be stood in front of him, a development that had your face flaming from the close proximity. silence set in, and all that distracted you from the rise and fall of his stomach was his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes flickered towards the ceiling, relying on your hands to guide yourself instead.

you dared to glance down and saw rengoku’s eyes fixed on your face already. there was something about his softened features and the look in his eyes that had you scrambling to stare at the blank ceiling again. as much as you would like to retreat at every first sign if danger or confrontation, you knew that you woukd have to talk to him soon, whether it was you or him who brought up the conversation topic from that day.

taking a deep breath, you perched yourself on the edge of rengoku's bed, still maintaining a professional amount of distance from him. still close enough to spot how his smile brightens when you choose to stay. you glanced down at your fingers, twisting knots into themselves as they were placed in your lap. you almost cursed and placed them underneath you to stop that, but instead you fixed your gaze on the flame hashira's ever-present smile.

"do you remember when you said you had to tell me something? right after akaza?" rengoku straightened up a little, nodding. you gave a cursory glance to the bandages safely wrapped around him, and winced as you remembered how much blood had left him that day.

as if he could tell what you were thinking, rengoku reached forward and took your hand in his. you sucked in a breath at the sensation of his calloused hands, wincing as your ribs ached in protest. you couldn’t bring yourself to break his stare as your fingers intertwined, and rengoku brought you slightly closer to him. the tension was palpable, and you squeezed his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

“what did you want to tell me, kyojuro?” you were still closing the distance between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper because there was no need to talk any louder for him to hear you. everything about him drew you closer, and the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. you finally stopped, inches away, staring at him expectantly.

“well, there was a chance that i was going to die that day, so i was going to be selfish and tell you that i love you."

it amazed you how he could say that with such confidence when that statement had effectively swept you off of your feet. you were well aware that you looked more than caught off guard- your eyes had widened, and your mouth probably hung open from shock. that was nothing to stop rengoku’s words, though. if anything, it only encouraged him to keep going.

"and when i said that i admire you, i meant it. i admire your strength and how willing you are to help others. i admire you when it's sunset and you're laughing and i admire the way your hands feel, especially here." he guided your hand to his face, letting it cradle his cheek as he rested his own hand at your wrist, not willing to let go. you were sinking into the warmth of his body, letting his borrowed strength keep you upright.

“and most of all, i admire you because i find your beauty striking in everything that you do.” you were silent as rengoku’s eyes searched your own, watching as his lips split as he laughed. “you’re crying again.” you raised your other hand to your cheekbone, feeling the liquid there that began its trek down the planes of your face. you wiped them away with the back of your hand, keeping yourself anchored to rengoku as you curled your fingers around his own.

you felt so light that you could float away, and you couldn’t help but laugh and grin as you fully processed the confession of the man lying underneath you. tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the bittersweet pang as you remembered exactly why he was here recovering.

“you really scared me back there, you know?”

“it wasn’t my intention.” you laughed through your sniffle, feeling his warm hand trace patterns on the back of yours. you shuffled forwards and, as best as your shared injuries allowed it, you gave rengoku a hug. while your arms were around his neck, his rested squarely on your lower back, and it was better than anything else you could imagine.

you pulled away, relinquishing the comfort of his arms in favour of looking him in the eye as you prepared what to say next. admittedly, it was a lot easier when you knew how the other person felt about you.

“you know i admire you too, rengoku, and i love you. so much.” joy rewrote itself within his eyes, and they almost glowed with how intense his emotions were after you uttered those words.

“you do?”

your yes came out as a barely audible breath before you were being snagged forwards by him again. you practically crashed against his lips, but you welcomed the sensation, pulling yourself closer to him and settling on his lap.

you sighed into the searing kiss, only truly appreciating his warmth now as you felt it spread through you. you kissed him back intensely, ignoring the dull ache of your ribs to chase the addictive feeling that you only got around him.

around the person who loved you back.

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⤷ PUSHING THE LIMITS

TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER -> 2.7K you decide to see how far you can push your boyfriend before he snaps

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YOU KNEW THAT YOU WERE COMING OVER TO YOUR BOYFRIEND'S DORM TO STUDY, but when he greeted you with a searing kiss that was enough to have you trying to catch your breath, you realised that he may or may not be wanting to play dirty. he had a history project, you had an essay to finish, the two of you were fairly busy. luckily working together in a comfortable silence worked surprisingly well for the both of you. most of the time, anyway.

but you were still reeling from his kiss and your thoughts were straying far from the subject material needed to finish your paper. only ten minutes in to your study session, you were ready to call it a night and spend some quality time with tsukishima. currently, the two of you were lying side by side on his bed, trying not to slip off the edge due to how narrow it was. while your pen had stilled on its page, tsukishima was rapidly typing away on his laptop with slightly furrowed brows.

even with his facial features scrunched up, you still found yourself admiring your boyfriend's face as he concentrated on his project. the reflection of the laptop on his glasses only added to the look, and you almost found yourself sighing dreamily at how handsome he looked.

"quit staring, idiot," tsukishima mumbled without glancing up from his work. when you didn't make a single movement to follow his suggestion, his eyes flicked towards you with an unimpressed expression adorning his face. he raised a hand from the jeyboard to flick your forehead lightly, just enough to make you huff and return to your notebook. though yiu already had gotten the structure and general points already planned out, the actual construction of your essay was yet to happen. instead, you twirled your pen before raising it to your lips. you bit your lip in mock thought on just how to start writing your essay, though a more satisfying result occured when you heard a sharp intake of breath from beside you.

you tried not to look too smug as you turned to look at your boyfriend in amusement.

"look who's staring now, kei," you smiled up at him and he glowered at you.

"bite your lip once more, i dare you." you only giggled at his threat, seeing as he was playing directly into your hand.

but now you had to play a waiting game, so you went back to your essay. you even managed to complete an opening paragraph before deciding to ramp things up a notch.

you faked a yawn, arching your back as you stretched before rolling over, closer to tsukishima. you ended up on your back, practically underneath him, with his golden eyes watching you carefully. they remained trained on your face as you batted your eyelashes at him, before trailing down to your mouth again as you oh-so-carefully tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.

you barely had time to blink before you found yourself really lying underneath him, one of his hands resting against your face, his thumb coaxing your bottom lip back out from your teeth. the other had collected your hands, pinning them above your head by the wrist with ease.

"i thought i told you not to do that again, hm?" despite his tone, kei's eyes had some glint of mischief in them, enough to make you squirm under his grasp.

"oops." the way the smile never dropped from your face did little to convince kei that you were sincere, but he knew you were looking for some sort of reaction when you held his gaze as you parted your lips, softly biting the tip of his thumb.

you watched the way his eyes darkened from above and his grip on your wrists tightened. kei surged forwards, pressing his lips to yours roughly and you grinned as you kissed him back with as much vigour. the hand that had been on your jaw now travelled downwards before reaching your bare thigh.

kei gripped it harshly, hiking it up roughly to latch around his waist. you hummed into the kiss at the sensation, digging your heel into his back to feel some friction from his crotch rubbing against your thigh. kei groaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss to glare at you.

"you're such a brat."

"yeah, but you love me." you grinned up at him, face flushed and body practically buzzing from his touch.

kei muttered a "whatever" before kissing you again, harder than before. his hips rolled against yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. you tried to free your wrists to wrap your arms around his shoulders, anything to get him closer to you, but it was futile. kei snickered at your attempt to overpower him, though he had some mercy when he pulled away again to slip off your shorts with his free hand. you clamped your thighs together when you were left in just your underwear and under the scrutiny of your boyfriend.

"don't go shy on me now, pretty," kei teased you, rubbing soft circles into the plush of your thighs with his thumb. you flustered at the pet name, but let him part your legs and hook a finger along the waistband of your panties and drag them down your legs ever so slowly.

the cold air of the room made you clench slightly, but kei blowing on your pussy made you gasp and squirm in his hold. kei smirked at your reaction, trailing a single pretty finger of his around your entrance, humming at how wet you already were.

"you're really making my job a lot easier, pretty," he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly slipped a single finger inside you. you sucked in a shaky breath as he curled it inside you, feeling him reach the spongy spot which had you tensing and moaning softly.

his palm rested against your clit, the slight roughness of it proving to be enough stimulation. you found your hips raising, desperate for more friction, but kei's hand stilled as you whined from underneath him.

"come on, what happened to being patient?" he teased. you managed to glare back at him, before kei dipped his head again and decorated the column of your neck with deliberate kisses that had your head tilted back with pleasure. kei's finger started moving again, leaving your body blistering with sensations that were quickly building up to your release.

kei soon added another finger, with you moaning at the additional stretch. he scissored them inside you, stretching your walls out and leaving your toes curling. with his lips never stopping from administering hickeys all across your collarbones, you felt the heady buzz of an orgasm start to wash over you. you felt your lower stomach tighten in anticipation, only for it all to be ripped away from you at the last minute as kei removed his fingers from your hole, now sopping wet with your slick.

"what do you say that we put your mouth to good use, huh?" you could only nod at tsukishima's suggestion as your chest rose and fell rapidly, head still spinning from being taken so close to the edge. you just about registered tsukishima raising his hand and bringing his souled fingers to your mouth.

without a single word from him, your lips parted and you welcomed his two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly to clean them and tasting yourself on him. kei groaned at how compliant you were, pulling his fingers free before connecting your lips with his once again. he could taste the faintest trace of you on your tongue, and this dragged a soft moan from him that went through you like a shock if electricity.

with that, tsukishima finally released your wrists, leaning back before getting off of the bed. he grabbed hold of your ankles, dragging you until you were seated at the edge of the bed right in front of him, staring up at him expectantly with your heartbeat running wild. kei almost cooed at the lovestruck expression in your eyes, but he chose to lean back, eyes appraising your figure in a leisurely manner.

"strip for me." you almost took a double take at his words, though the tone showed just hiw serious he was being. his eyes were hungry as they zeroed in on your fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head fluidly so that your top half matched your bottom. "aww, aren't you eager," kei crooned, his hand cradling your face. if you weren't blushing profusely from his remark you might have asked him about his own flushed cheeks.

instead, you diverted your attention to his own shirt, tugging at it softly to prompt him to do the same as you had seconds ago. kei caught on quickly, tugging the material over his head along with your help, your hands smoothing over his toned skin as soon as it was revealed. with your wrists finally freed, you could touch him just as much as you wanted, and you did. your fingers trailed down his sides and back up again, tracing patterns into his skin. you decoded to be brave, hooking your fingers into his waistband and pulling his body closer to you, to which kei gladly complied.

then your mouth was on him, leaving open mouthed kisses that trailed dangerously lower down his v-line. you came back up, making sure to suck a hickey into the skin just above his hip where a rare mole rested. you heard another shaky intake of breath from your lover, and felt a small jab of satisfaction at the sound. you felt fingers thread theough your hair, before pulling on it and forcing your head back until you were locking eyes with tsukishima.

"i think your mouth can do something else now, hm?" you nodded as best as you could, pulling your lip between your teeth as you focused on the rather visible bulge under your boyfriend's sweatpants. you curled fingers underneath his waistband once more, pulling both his sweats and boxers down in one go.

kei's dick, now freed, slapped against his stomach, already leaking precum that had inevitably soaked the material of his boxers. you pumped his length with your hand a few times, able to slide it up and down easily due to his precum, before taking him into your mouth.

no matter how many times you've done this, you still struggled to fully swallow his length. you still managed a great amount, and the rest was handled with your hand. you bobbed your head, setting your own pace and resisting the urge to gag when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

you settled into a rhythm, relaxing your jaw and placing a hand on his thigh to brace yourself. you coukd hear his groans from above you and it spurred you on, even thiugh your lungs were starting to burn from a lack of breathing.

before the sensation got unbearable, kei laced his fingers in your hair and pulled you away from his dick. when you looked up at his face you couldn't help but admire how pretty your boyfriend was all over again. while last time he had been focusing on a history project, his cheeks were flushed and he was out of breath, even going ahead and biting his own lip now. you thought the urge to be sarcastic about it.

"fuck, pretty, i can't wait," kei groaned, his fingers finding purchase on your hips and helping you lift them. in one swift motions, you hd been turned so that now you were on your hands and knees, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. you felt a hand smooth over the small of your back before kei leaned over you, his body radiating warmth as he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder- a nonverbal question as to whether you were ok. when you looked back at his face and nodded, your boyfriend grinned before turning his attention to his dick.

he used a hand to position it, just barely parting your folds. you whined at the contact and how kei was teasing you, running the tip between your folds as you squirmed.

"kei, please," you pleaded breathily, and the hand that he rested on your back stilled.

"that's all you had to say, pretty," he mumbled, before pushing into you.

you moaned at the sensation, enjoying the stretch of him filling you up as he bottomed out. after a few moments of him staying still, you reached behind you to squeeze his hand and remind him that yes, he could in fact move.

at your confirmation kei placed his hands on your hips, keeping them still as he pulled out then thrusted back in, eliciting a soft moan from you. kei groaned in unison, the timbre of his voice making you clench around him. his hips never stilled, picking up a pace that had you moaning unashamedly and fisting kei's bedsheets as his dick hit the spot inside you which had you seeing stars.

a particularly hard thrust had you falling to your elbows as your arms gave out. the new angle only helped kei hit deeper and you practically screamed into the sheets at the stimulation.

"kei, fuck!" you barely sounded coherent, and the sound of your fucked-out voice just spurred kei on with his brutal pace. his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm, though, and kei could tell that you were close too from the erratic spasms of your walls.

you couldn't even warn him that you were going to cum when kei brought a hand down to your clit, providing just that extra amount of friction to send you over the edge with a cry. that didn't stop kei from thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high as he let out a groan from the feeling of you clamping down around him.

he indulged in a few more thrusts before pulling out, pumping his length to finish before cumming on the shallow dip of your lower back. he then rather unceremoniously flopped down onto the bed next to you, joining you in the breathless afterglow of both of your orgasms.

after a few minutes, he rolled over to pepper kisses along your shoulderblade and run a hand down your back, careful to avoid the mess that he made.

"you feel like finishing that essay now, brat?" you giggled at his question, curling your hand around his as your spent body regained still regained strength.

"mm, maybe tomorrow," you hummed. kei kissed your shoulder one last time before getting up, padding off to the bathroom to clean himself up. you heard the distant sound of a tap running for a few seconds before kei came back to you, wet towel in hand. you felt the warmth of it against your back as kei cleaned you up, before handing it to you to clean the rest of yourself as he pulled on his sweatpants.

after you finished, he then handed you his sweatshirt, helping your tired arms to pull it over your head so that you were swaddled in the cloth.

the two of you lay down in tsukishima's bed, your back to his chest as you shared the same pillow. with the average hours of sleep that you both got as university students, this rest was needed. one of kei's hands came up

to tilt your face to look at his before he captured your lips in a kiss, albeit softer than the others he had given you earlier.

"goodnight, brat," he whispered to you.

"love you too, tsukki," you mumbled, already feeling the embrace of sleep tugging you towards unconsciousness. your boyfriend tugged you closer as well, pressing his face into your shoulder and making you grin in the dark.

that smile only widened when you heard the quietest love you too escape his lips minutes later, when he thought you had fallen asleep.

"i heard that, you know." kei only grumbled, squeezing you tighter.

"no you didn't, go to sleep."

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⤷ A DEVIL, THEN A MAN

DENJI X READER -> 1.2K there's only so much blood and killing that you can take

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> nonspecific gore and mentions of blood, basically you are like reze but perfectly normal (spoiler alert), uhhhh heavy on the angst :(, mentions of death, mostly consisting of flashbacks in italics, one (1) awkward ass joke, shit writing honestly, i omitted one of the prompts anon im sorry!!! MORI'S THOUGHTS -> i'm so sorry for this one but i didn’t know what else to write!! denji smut coming soon <3

YOU'VE HEARD YOUR FAIR SHARE OF HORROR STORIES ABOUT WORKING A GRAVEYARD SHIFT. under the guise of a pitch black sky, all manners of people started crawling around, hungry for something. and with you being a waitress at a diner, it was safe to say that you'd see a good selection of said people.

you didn't exactly work in the safest neighbourhood, and you've learnt that it's best to keep your head down while you took orders. the words avoid confrontation were pretty prominent in your mind when your eyes zeroed in on questionably coloured stains or bloodied hands. it wasn't your business, after all. and hey, some of them even tipped well.

it was a pretty good rule to follow. so in a way, you only really had yourself to blame for the following events that occured over the span of these last two weeks.

it had all started so ordinarily. you had been wiping down a freshly vacated table in an otherwise empty diner when you heard the chime of the front door as someone new came in.

"hi, how can i help y-" as your eyes caught up with your mouth, words died on your tongue as you took in the sight in front of you. a boy, wearing a shirt and tie, completely covered in blood from head to toe. if you looked past all the red, you could see his blond hair, and that he looked to be around your age.

"oh my god." you stood up straight, feeling panic set in as you saw just how much blood there was. "do you need me to call an ambulance?" the boy just shook his head, even smiling, before walking up to the counter and taking a seat.

"i'm good, can i just get a burger?"

that seemed so long ago. in reality, it had only been two weeks. against, your better judgement, you decided to take his order and leave him be. for the most part, anyway.

"what's your name?" you couldn't help but blurt it out. you had just set the burger that the boy had ordered down in front of him, and the additional question spilled out. his hands were already picking it up, but he paused and looked at you, mildly surprised.

"it's denji."

that information was like a key to open some floodgates, and it was a bitter memory of yours.

the food here must have been better than you thought, because denji was back. though this time the sun was still up, and his shirt and tie were devoid of any blood or guts.

you couldn't help your smile when you turned your head towards the ringing bell of the front door and spotted his familiar face. you finished taking the order of the family sat at the table in front of you, before sauntering over to where denji was. funnily enough, it was the exact same spot as last time.

"hey, stranger." denji perked up at your voice, almost like he'd been waiting for you. you smiled at the thought, taking out your notepad to keep your mind busy. "how can i help you?" denji smiled up at you, shamelessly.

"well, you could tell me your name. i never got it last time." he made you laugh, and you bit your lip as you tapped your nametag with your pen.

"it's right here, mister."

"i can't read."

you went bright red at that, feeling embarrassed about your blunder. the feeling only worsened when denji laughed at your face, resting his chin on one of his hands. you covered your face with your own, peeking out at him between two fingers.

"it's y/n," you mumbled, voice muffled by your palms.

as you sat curled in front of your tv, eyes widened in horror as you took in the content of the news report, you found yourself wondering whether denji was really as harmless as he let on.

“so, denji, what do you do?” your favourite customer was back, though it was just for a bowl of fries this time. he held one between his fingers, though his attention was still trained on you.

“what do you mean?”

you giggled, sliding into a seat next to him. it was late, and he was the only one left. with the cook out back for a smoke break, you were effectively the only two in the building. not that you minded.

“i mean, where else do you go when you aren’t here?”

“i’m a devil for hire.”

you thought he was just joking at the time, but with the news reporter’s voice rattling off a list of casualties, things seemed to be slotting into place. there was a bigger picture forming, and you didn’t like it.

the last time denji visited you while you worked, it was a lot more different than the other times.

for starters, his presence didn’t make a smile spread across your face. you almost dreaded the bell, and having to turn to see his cheery face and just act like everything was okay.

he was perceptive. the smile from his face dropped, and you approached his table on shaky legs.

“can i take your order?” your tone was a lot more clipped, completely devoid of any previous warmth. denji recoiled, like you had reached across the counter and slapped him.

“are you alright?” his voice was tentative, and you were glad that there weren’t any other customers in the diner right now. it really had been just denji these past few days. and try as you might, you just couldn't bring yourself to hate him.

even if the news reports coming in every day spoke of the violence used by a chainsaw devil, one who was sat right in front of you, your head and heart couldn't make the distinction between denji and that thing.

"i don't know who you are any more." your voice sounded hollow, and the blond boy's eyes widened in panic.

"y/n? what do you mean?" the panic in his tone sounded so genuine, so human, and it was messing with your head. surely, he was anything but.

"the news, denji. i hear stories of some chainsaw devil mowing down so many people. it's you, isn't it?" the boy was silent, now, and it spoke louder than any words could. you felt your pen and notepad slip from your grasp, one of your hands covering your mouth as you felt your lip tremble. as if moving on strings, you started staggering away from denji's seats, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes as it dawned on you.

"i'm sorry," denji tried. he was out of his seat by now, torn between wanting to go to you or respect the fact that he was the last person that you wanted to see right now. you shook your head at his outstretched hand, vehemently, and denji withdrew it like you had slapped him.

you couldn't bring yourself to look into his eyes.

eyes that had been so delicate and warm when you first met him, and then kept meeting him. eyes that lit up whenever you spoke to him, ones that you never thought belonged to a murderer.

eyes that now looked like they had been extinguished as denji nodded, an air of finality to the motion.

you could only watch his back as he headed to the door, not even giving you a second glance as the bell chimed and the door slammed shut behind him one final time.

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⤷ A MOMENT OF VULNERABILITY

MIYUKI KAZUYA X READER -> 0.9K it's rare for the second-year catcher to find his emotions getting the best of him

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> needy miyuki bc i have an agenda, just some plain ol' short and sweet fluff, you call him pretty boy :)), spoilers for like the end of season 1 think?, ooc miyuki asf MORI'S THOUGHTS -> head empty just pretty boy catcher <3

MIYUKI KAZUYA WAS ALWAYS A LITTLE EMOTIONALLY DISTANT. whether just by being closed off or always insisting on letting himself be along by the end of the day, he had always held people at an arm's distance.

of course, these meticulousy constructed preconceptions had all been knocked down when it came to you. through some persistence on your side, you had weaseled your way into claiming your stake in the catcher's heart.

friday nights were no longer a time spent alone, but the designated date night for you and him. instead of bottling up what bothered him until it went away he found a new solace in you. when he needed something to pick him up when life got a little too much to handle, you were the perfect person for it. and with the week that he had been having, this would be one for the books.

his team had lost to inashiro at the finals. he'd been made the new team captain. his exams were coming up. there were so many stresses piling up, and he could only shoulder so many before the weight began to crush him. miyuki was exhausted, not that he would ever outwardly admit it to anyone.

he had been looking forward all week to receiving the text from you that told him you're outside his dorm on a friday evening, ready to kill a few hours with him. while there were the occasional more active dates like ones to the arcade or spent hiking, judging by your outfit of miyuki's baggiest hoodie and sweatpants the plans for tonight would be bound to staying indoors.

in fairness to miyuki, he was very collected and refrained from revealing just how exhausted he was until the door had fully closed behind you and just left the two of you in his dorm. as soon as the door clicked shut behind you and you sat yourself down on miyuki's mattress, your boyfriend was on you.

you had your arms wide open for him before he even turned to face you. as much as he had insisted on pretending that everything was fine, you didn't miss the eyebags that darkened his face or the way his eyes didn't look as bright.

miyuki was quick to melt into your embrace, his face pressing into the side of your neck as his arms found purchase wrapped aroud your torso. the boy pulled you close to him, simultaneously guiding you down so that you rested with your head against his pillow. miyuki followed you down, not hesitating to let his full weight press down on you as he let out a long sigh of satisfaction. you only hummed, squeezing him back as you both got comfortable.

"what's up, pretty boy?"

"nothing," miyuki responded, voice muffled by your skin. there had once been a time where your boyfriend would only scoff at your nickname for him, but now it never failed to make his eyes light up as you called him it. you only hoped that it could also lighten the burdens of the week as your boyfriend appeared to properly relax for the first time in a while.

you knew he was too proud, and a bit too tired, to really talk about what bothered him so you just let your boyfriend rest for now. you guided his face out of its hiding spot, cupping it with a hand before deftly removing his glasses for him. you finished it with a sweet kiss to his forehead, watching as a sleepy smile spread across miyuki's face at the action. you placed the now-folded glasses on the table next to miyuki's bed before returning all of your attention to him, specifically focusing on his hair. your hands continued their movement, combing through his hair in lazy strokes that had him sighing again, your bodies melding together once more.

"looks like tonight's a nap date, huh?" you giggled. you were only met with a hum as a response from miyuki. you scoffed as you continued your ministrations, noting just how effective playing with his hair seemed to be. "in that case, let me set an alarm real quick, kazu." your hand left his hair and you wiggled out from underneath him in order to grab your phone which you had shoved into one of your pockets. you didn't exactly expect miyuki to be elated about the loss of contact, but what you weren't expecting of your boyfriend was for him to let out a whine.

you blinked at the sound, amazed that the guy who had always been so cool and collected was now reaching such extremes like whining when you ceased to play with his hair for a few seconds. he peeked up at you, lower half of his face obscured as you felt his arm tighten around you once again.

"sleep over? please?" your hand smoothed back his hair, and you shuffled down a little so you were now face to face with miyuki.

"what about your roommates?" miyuki just shook his head, a small smile quirking on his lips.

"i don't care if they see." you nodded, opening your arms once again and peppering kisses to the side of his face as soon as he got close enough.

"ok then, pretty boy. go to sleep."

that was all miyuki needed to hear, and with the small patterns you traced into his back he was quick to be lulled into unconsciousness.

"love you, kazu."

"mm, i love you too."

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⤷ BEYOND WORDS

INUMAKI TOGE X READER -> 0.5K there are so many ways to comfort a person despite not being able to talk

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> short sweet fluff piece, me having 0 knowledge of what the different ingredients mean, probably ooc oopsy MORI'S THOUGHTS -> first jjk request woop woop

IT HAD BEEN A REALLY LONG DAY. hell, it had even been a really long week, and you were fast approaching your breaking point.

being a sorcerer-in-training was very much a double edged sword to wield. on one hand, you got to develop insane powers and a school day could never be boring again. on the other, after exorcising countless curses within such a short amount of time you were left feeling utterly drained.

you were dead on your feet by the time you got back to your dormitory, and you doubted your ability to make it back to your own room. you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about the questionably coloured gunk left on your uniform from tonight’s batch of curses as you let your body pitch forwards until you landed with a soft oomph on one of the couches in the common area.

you just happened to be resting face down right next to the relaxed form of your fellow sorcerer and classmate, inumaki. whilst he had been reading a book mere minutes ago, it now lay closed and forgotten in his lap as he took in the sight of you mumbling into fabric about how today had just been fucking horrible.

"kelp?" his question was hesitant, his uncertainty clear in the way he repositioned himself and half-hovered a hand over you in worry. you peeked up from your position, eyes barely catching his visibly worried ones.

"hold me. please." you made some weak attempt at lifting an arm out to him, too busy feeling yourself sink into the sofa cushion and preparing to stay there for a very long time.

sure, maybe your demand was a little trying considering that there was a good amount of gunk caked on your uniform right now. if you had an ounce more energy you would drag yourself off to shower or even just take off your blazer, but you couldn't be bothered at this point.

nevertheless, you couldn't help the momentary surprise you felt as inumaki's arm wrapped around you as best as he could manage considering your position. if you were him, you doubted your willingness to cuddle someone who had less visible uniform than dirt on them. another surprise came when inumaki hoisted you up a little, pulling you closer towards him and effectively having your head rested on his lap.

you blinked up at him in confusion, only to see the corners of his crinkle in a smile. his hand raised itself to your head, patting the top of your hair gently. you felt your eyes slide shut in satisfaction at the repeated motion, humming contentedly as you felt his nails dig in and lightly scratch your scalp.

"that's perfect, 'maki. thank you."

"tuna tuna." you felt a slow grin spread across your face as the building pressure from this week got released like the breaking of a dam, and all fron a simple head massage from your classmate.

who knew that the solution to your problems was that straightforward?

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⤷ SAFETY NET

FATGUM & HAWKS X READER -> 1.1K when partnered with another pro hero, expect them to look out for you and have your back when in danger )

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> pro hero reader, reader falling off a building but not like that, reader thinking they might die for like two seconds in hawks' but they do NOT, fanon hawks(?) kind of im sorry, lazy plot MORI'S THOUGHTS -> idk remember that tiktok trend around january where someone pretends to fall off a building and then make a swift getaway???? yeah it's just that basically

❍ FATGUM

-> "hey, get back here!" you ignored the angry voice, sprinting harder as you made your way to the roof of the building while cursing under your breath

-> when you clocked into work this morning, you didn't expect to be infiltrating a villain's headquarters in order to steal some documents to be on the agenda

-> neither did your partner fatgum

-> you shared an incredulous look before being given directions and a debrief

-> since fatgum was a rescue hero, there was an agreement for him to linger behind as backup while you went inside

-> though your quirk was nowhere near suited to this mission, you were still the better option to do so

-> you spoke into your earpiece quickly as you threw open the door to the roof, getting hit with the fierce wind

-> "you better fucking catch me, toyomitsu," you muttered to yourself, clutching the documents to your chest

-> you ran to the edge of the building, sucking in a deep breath as you saw how high up you were

-> but if you were to squint, you could make out the faint yellow blob that was your partner

-> "i'm right here, y/n," he chirped through the earpiece. "well, i'm a few stories down"

-> despite the adrenaline coursing through you, you giggled a little. you were about to respond when the door to the roof banged open again behind you

-> you turned to see several men, with guns, run out and surround you

-> well, it was now or never

-> "you've got nowhere to run, hero," the ringleader snarled

-> you tried to sound confident, racking your brain for any witty one-liner

-> "maybe not run, but..." you trailed off, raising your hand in a mock salute before steeling your nerves and taking a step back off of the ledge

-> you would have laughed at the way the ringleader's eyes looked like they would boggle out of his head, but the horrifying feeling of freefalling invaded your senses

-> maintaining your death grip on the documents you had risked your life to get, you shut your eyes and curled in on yourself as you braced yourself for any impact

-> sure, fatgum said he was here, but the wind rushing through your hair and the way the roof got further and further away wasn't instilling much confidence in you

-> but after those worst moments of your life, you felt your body hit something soft

-> it happened fast, but one moment you were gaining momentum, and the next you were safely engulfed in the familiar warmth of fatgum

-> his arms were wrapped around you, and you sucked in a breath that you didn't realise that you were holding in

-> you didn't move, just letting your heartbeat return to normal and for your senses to come back

-> you vaguely became aware of the way toyomitsu was patting your head in some attempt to comfort you, and you clung to him gladly

-> "right now, you're probably my favourite person in the entire world." you finally let out a breathless laugh, and you heard the comforting rumble of fatgum's in return

-> "well, i'd be a terrible partner if i didn't catch you. i guess i'd feel bad, too." you giggled as he finally set you down on your own feet, though he still stayed close

-> "now, how about we go get something to eat?" he suggested

-> "you read my mind," you beamed at him

❍ HAWKS

-> when you, two young aspiring heroes, had initially been assigned to work as partners there was a great protest

-> both you and the winged hero were adamant about working best on your own, but it was out of your hands

-> so for the past few months, you adapted to having a partner during your hero work

-> the amount of squabbles that the two of you had over which one of you was the sidekick was exhausting

-> with your quirk being accustomed to land and his to air, it was a bit of a mystery as to how you were supposed to work together

-> but you made it work

-> both of you were extremely capable as heroes, and quickly adapted to each others' quirks

-> there was a reason for you both being placed in the top ten, after all

-> but when hawks wasn't taking down villains, he gave no indication of being ranked 2nd in the country

-> "aw, c'mon, y/n, don't tell me you aren't hungry," he complained

-> "keigo, we aren't going to the fried chicken place"

-> the man almost pouted

-> "why not?"

-> "the last time we went there i had to sit and watch you eat them until you were sucking on the bone. i'd rather not have to see that again, ever"

-> hawks opened his mouth, probably to sulk, when you both heard a some screams from around the corner

-> exchanging a quick look, both of you prepared wordlessly and started to approach the scene

-> from what you could see, there was a villain stood outside of a jewellery store, with several civilians scrambling for cover

-> you couldn't see any major damage, but your eyes widened as you saw how one man in a suit was suddenly launched high into the air by the villain

-> "looks like i'll handle that," hawks muttered, quickly taking flight and catching up to the guy

-> you sprang into action too, helping to evacuate the area while the villain's attention was diverted by your partner's flashy wings

-> you had just ushered a woman to safety when you felt the ground slip away from beneath you and start to shrink as you were flung away at an alarming speed

-> well, fuck, you thought. i guess this is it.

-> as you reached the apex of your trajectory, you felt your stomach drop as you began to return back to earth

-> you felt a bit pathetic as you pictured the headlines- "number three hero dies from being thrown too hard, did nothing to prevent fall"

-> but when the slam of concrete never greeted your body, and an arm wrapped around your waist and jerked you swiftly upwards again, you were reminded just why you had been stuck with a partner

-> "geez, was a bank robber too much to handle for the number 3 hero?" you heard hawks' smartass comment, and you glared at him in return

-> "you really left it until the last second, huh?" you poked his shoulder in annoyance, and felt him laugh as he readjusted his grip

-> "maybe if you agree to go to the chicken place after arresting this guy i won't drop you"

-> "deal"

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⤷ BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

ISSHIKI SATOSHI X READER -> 2.9K the road taken by you and isshiki that transports you from acquaintances to lovers

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> isshiki being good at everything and knowing it, you getting frustrated by him, very brief (two bullet points) nsfw with no detail (i strongly believe that he's a bratty bottom), reader has their period MORI'S THOUGHTS -> i love this guy so goddamn much he's so fkn pretty. also, i have my final exams in like two weeks so this will be the last imagine until like the 14th. i queued the new masterlists to publish soon though, so fear not i won't be completely inactive :))

-> before dating isshiki satoshi he was nothing more than just an irritating pretty boy to you

-> you were done the disservice of having to know him since your first year

-> you had also applied to polar star dormitory upon your first year at tohtsuki, since you figured that living on campus would be more beneficial

-> you had arrived the night before lessons started, slightly disoriented and only arriving at some unexcusable hour of the night because navigating was just so hard with no light except what was coming from your phone torch

-> fumio, the old lady who ran the polar star dormitory, looked like a grumpy old hag until she tasted your entrance dish

-> a sly smile broke out onto her face, telling you to hurry and take a shower before you caught a cold

-> and that was that

-> you were the newest resident of polar star

-> it was late and you were tired so there wasn't really any time to get to know your dorm members

-> once you showered and got ready for bed, you were more than tired and was out like a light as soon as your head hit the pillow

-> consequently, you woke up rather pressed for time

-> your first lesson was in 20 minutes, and you would have to make a break for it

-> you scrambled to get ready and was out of the door in breakneck speed, yelling out a farewell over your shoulder

-> thankfully, you weren't late to your first class

-> it wouldn't be good to have a sour first impression

-> though your face was flushed from the exertion of running first thing in the morning

-> you sat down in the only available seat, panting slightly

-> once you caught your breath, you took in the appearance of your new desk partner. light hair, pretty bluish eyes, good-looking

-> he sent you a charming smile and you nodded, turning to the front to pay attention to what your teacher was saying

-> "you're going to be working with the person next to you, and your task is to create a dish which features eggs. you have one hour"

-> that sounded easy enough

-> "so, i was thinking that we could make a-"

-> "-let's make this!"

-> the pretty boy completely steamrolled over your suggestion, instead pointing to this picture of a dish with a complicated recipe next to it in this book he was holding

-> you frowned as you glanced at it, noting that it was very different to what you had in mind

-> "that looks good, but i think that we could make a better one if we-"

-> "look, sweetheart," the boy interrupted you, and you wrinkled your nose in distaste

-> oh, this was going to be unbearable

-> he had his most winning smile on, almost dazzling you with his perfect row of teeth

-> "i don't think we've met, i would have remembered a pretty face like yours. i'm isshi-"

-> you scoffed, tugging his recipe book away from him and slamming it shut

-> "this recipe would have taken well over an hour, and with you trying to flirt we now only have 45 minutes," you glared at him

-> he only gave you a wry smile, pushing off from his seat to walk off to find some ingredients without a word

-> you were in awe

-> seriously, this was the guy you were working with the entire lesson?

-> you had no idea what he was up to right now, and you got up as well, getting the ingredients for your own dish

-> like you had said, 45 minutes was all you had

-> it was definitely pressurising, so you had to really focus to finish your dish in time, but the final outcome pleased you

-> you really didn't have the time to pay attention to whatever it was that your partner was doing

-> but now that you were finished, you glanced over at him smugly, only to be left surprised

-> he was applying some finishing touches, but the recipe that he wanted to make sat in front of you, looking pristine

-> he had done it in almost half the time it was supposed to

-> you were shocked

-> his bright eyes flicked up to meet yours, his lips curling into a smirk

-> "something wrong, sweetheart?" he teased

-> "don't call me that," you snapped at him, but you just heard his melodic laugh

-> "oh, but you're so cute when you're mad," he grinned

-> it took a lot of self-restraint to not grab the nearest tray and whack him over the head with it

-> maybe that would wipe the smirk off of his face

-> when it came to presentation, the teacher looked surprised to see both of you come up holding very different dishes

-> you still passed, but barely

-> you tried to disguise your shock that he had actually managed to make a decent dish, but he still seemed to pick up on your amazement

-> yeah, he really was annoying you now

-> "by the way, your dish was really good!" he beamed at you when you were both back at your workspace, and you blinked in surprise

-> what exactly was he playing at?

-> you were about to mutter a small thanks, but your eyes suddenly zeroed in on the spoon that he was raising to your lips

-> "here, try mine."

-> in hindsight, you probably shouldn't have opened your mouth to protest

-> you found the spoon entering your mouth, and all complaints died when you tasted his dish

-> oh jesus, this was good

-> not that you would ever admit it

-> it appears that you didn't have to, though, as you saw his eyes light up in amusement

-> "my name's isshiki satoshi, by the way."

-> "i don't care," you managed to choke out. you picked up your stuff, brushing past him and leaving the classroom along with the rest of the class

-> luckily enough for you, you stewed away over the thought of him without isshiki appearing in any other of your classes

-> in fact, the rest of your day was quite pleasant

-> you had fun learning about different cuisines and learning new cooking techniques

-> by the end of your long day of lessons, you were more than ready to shower then flop into bed

-> the only obstacle left was the mile-long trek back to the polar star dormitory

-> you walked by yourself for a few minutes, taking your time to admire the pretty campus scenery as the sun started to set

-> of course, your peace was interrupted

-> you soon picked up on a pair of footsteps a few metres behind you, and you turned around to see none other than isshiki

-> he soon caught up to you, and you felt the familiar annoyance creep back on you again

-> "what do you want?" you glared at him, and he raised a hand in defence

-> "as much as i enjoy spending time with you, i'm just walking back to my dorm this time"

-> he smiled at you, and you felt your face fall as the pieces clicked together

-> of course he was your dorm mate

-> you let out a huff of frustration, quickening your pace to try and put some distance between the two of you

-> that was futile, though

-> isshiki caught up easily, that glint of amusement returning to his eyes

-> "come on, don't you want to enjoy the sunset with me?" he teased

-> you didn't really have much choice in the matter

-> you both had to go to the same destination, and there was no point in changing your pace

-> you just tried your best to keep your eyes trained in front of you and not on isshiki

-> thankfully, he didn't talk that much, just settling into a calm walk alongside you

-> you, on the other hand, practically had steam pouring out of your ears

-> you felt like you were going to implode with frustration at having to be near him for any amount of time

-> then again, frustration didn't make your stomach feel all funny

-> and frustration definitely didn't make your cheeks go pink when you sneaked a sideways glance at him, noticing how nice his hair looked with the late sun hitting it

-> when the two of you finally made it back to polar star, it was to your dismay that you found out he was in the room right next to yours

-> the nightmare still continued, even into the next morning

-> you had walked into the kitchen so innocently, stretching and yawning and rubbing your eyes

-> you hadn't expected isshiki to be there already, cooking breakfast for everyone while wearing nothing but an apron

-> he heard your squeak of embarrassment and turned around to see you covering your eyes and yelling with a red face

-> well, you were definitely awake now

-> you heard a chuckle from behind you, and saw fumio at the doorway, her eyes twinkling with amusement

-> once you pulled yourself together and learnt that it was just you, him, and fumio in the dorm, it was time for breakfast

-> fumio finished quickly, walking off to do god knows what

-> you quickly followed suit, shovelling the food into your mouth

-> it was good, you had to admit that isshiki was an amazing cook

-> "i'll cook dinner," is all you said, before taking the dish to the sink and leaving the kitchen as fast as possible

-> your heart was racing and you could feel your face going red

-> you definitely thought he was annoying

-> but now here you were, getting all tongue-tied around him

-> this uncertain combination of emotions continued for a few more weeks

-> your only defence was that you couldn't possibly be attracted to him since he was just an asshole with nice eyes and hair

-> of course, isshiki never was one to do what you said

-> you had woken up to find out that your period had started one particular morning, and you groaned as you realised that today was also when you had a lesson with isshiki

-> it was last, and you were a lot more deadpan than usual

-> isshiki certainly noticed this, and if you were paying attention to him and not almost doubling over in pain you would have seen the concern evident on his face

-> he was quiet as the two of you walked back to the dormitory

-> he noticed that you were walking slower, and that your face was pulled into a grimace

-> he was hesitant as to whether you would appreciate him asking you what was wrong

-> you then immediately shut yourself in your room and stayed like that for the rest of the evening

-> you had actually managed to doze off for a bit when you woke up to the sound of soft knocking on your door

-> you opened your door to see isshiki there, looking almost bashful, all traces of his usual cocky persona gone

-> in his hands were a plate of hot food and a bottle of painkillers

-> "feel better tomorrow sweetheart, okay? i miss you telling me that everything i do is wrong"

-> he smiled at you softly, handing you the items before disappearing into his room before you could say anything

-> the way your heart fluttered at his words was enough of an indication

-> you really were falling for this asshole

-> as it turned out, the teacher of you and isshiki's one shared class was an advocate of keeping the same partners throughout the entire term

-> this next project that you had been assigned to do with him was a research task

-> then you had to invent a new dish inspired by the cooking techniques and ingredients that you had focused on

-> that meant that you would have to spend a few weeks to make sure that you were thorough about this

-> that also meant that it was bound to take longer than that since you and isshiki could never manage to quite agree on something

-> that summarised how you found yourself in this situation, at 1am in the polar star kitchen

-> isshiki was rambling on about cumin the last you remembered, though words were starting not to make sense any more

-> you ran a hand through your hair in frustration, eyes glancing up to see the way isshiki's school tie waved in front of your face as he talked

-> right now, more than anything, you just wanted him to stop talking

-> you didn't feel like trying to talk over him to explain why that was the wrong spice to use, so you resorted to other methods

-> your hand grabbed his tie a bit quicker than your brain could convince you not to, and you pulled on it, bringing his face close to yours

-> his eyes were wide and you stared at him hard before crashing your lips to his

-> his mouth opened easily against the force of yours, and you hummed in appreciation when you realised how you were finally in charge without him talking back

-> his arm looped around your lower back as you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck

-> you kissed him harder with this new lack of space between the two of you, one hand still wrapped around his tie

-> you felt him moan against you and you tugged him forwards, walking back until you felt the counter behind you

-> you broke away briefly to sit on top of it, before bringing him back to you all too eagerly

-> you continued making out for a few more minutes before the two of you finally broke apart, panting for breath against each other

-> you had finally wiped the smug look off of his face

-> instead, he was blushing, pupils blown wide as he caught his breath

-> "i think... that we could use something... other than cumin.." he spoke between breaths, his blush spreading as he looked into your eyes

-> you smiled to yourself, seeing just how bashful he was right now and drinking it all in

-> you were painfully aware of how you were still close

-> your hand never did leave his tie

-> the other rested against his bicep

-> his hands were on either side of you, with his forehead pressed into your shoulder

-> you brought your hand under his chin, tilting it up so that he was looking at you once again

-> "c'mon, you knew i was right," you teased before bringing his face closer for another kiss

-> isshiki was eager to meet you halfway

-> dating isshiki satoshi meant that you were still as fiercely competitive as ever

-> however, there wasn't any real malice to your challenges any more

-> somehow, somehow, isshiki had performed a complete 180 and the pretty asshole was now one of your favourite people in the world

-> fumio often found herself cooing at the two of you, reminiscing on her own youth when she saw the two of you laughing or bickering together

-> she also turned a blind eye whenever the two of you sneaked into each other's rooms or the kitchen at night to spend some time together

-> of course, isshiki lives to tease you

-> if he's pushing your buttons too much, at least you know how to wipe the smirk off of his face

-> literally just straddle him or take the initiative he gets so blushy and once he's flustered it's game over you win he's a bottom

-> but yeah your dynamic is very much annoyed x annoying

-> you had plenty of time to get comfortable in your relationship during your first year

-> when isshiki could convince you to get up extra early, the two of you would have a nice start to the morning, humming and bumping against each other in the kitchen while cooking breakfast

-> fumio certainly wasn't complaining, you were both great cooks

-> and when some new students joined when you and isshiki became second-years, they didn't complain either

-> smack his ass while he cooks lmaoo

-> you're like the parents of the dorm, despite your lighthearted bickering

-> isshiki got so excited when he had some younger years to take care of and be a role model to

-> you even heard him ramble about how the two of you could legally adopt them and then start a farm with them while napping on your chest in bed

-> you had to remind him that you were both only a year older, and that that was a terrible idea

-> but jokes aside, he did see a future with you

-> he didn't really care what it was, but isshiki knew that he wanted you to be a part of it

-> of course, sometimes he got on your nerves since he's a jerk

-> it was rare for you to ever get past the stage where it was just light bickering

-> but when you two did get into a fight and you went to bed mad at him, isshiki would do the absolute most to apologise

-> only when he was in the wrong though it's not nice to always expect the other person to apologise first

-> this man would deadass crawl into your room through the fucking ceiling

-> remember that time he freaked out erina cos he was just checking in on everyone? yeah

-> he'd fully lift the ceiling panel and drop down into your room like he's fucking breaking into a high security bank vault

-> you were awake, even if he tried to be stealthy

-> he would then crawl into bed behind you and if you didn't reject his touch he would wrap an arm around you and press light kisses to your shoulder and neck

-> or just smother you in a hug

-> even though he was a little too proud to say sorry, you knew that he was

-> and yeah

-> 8/10 he's hot

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⤷ AN EIGHT-LEGGED PROBLEM

OIKAWA TOORU & SAKUSA KIYOOMI & HAIBA LEV & MIYA ATSUMU X READER -> 1.8K you save your boyfriend from a massive problem which is currently in the corner of your bathroom )

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> spiders, bugs, you picking up said creepy crawlies, hq boys being no! help! at! all! (but that's ok bc we love them for it), fanon-ish sakusa cos i haven't read the manga and he had like 5 seconds of screen time so i'm just going off of what i've read + seen, clear favouritism despite the fact that i know basically nothing about sakusa, manga timeskip spoilers in sakusa's MORI'S THOUGHTS -> haven't seen one where the reader is the one in the relationship who takes care of bugs so since i'm a #girlboss who throws spiders out of my room whenever i see them without breaking a sweat i'm writing that into a fun lil thing with the haikyuu boys that i strongly believe are scared of bugs. also besides the point but look at the pretty colour palette that their banners make fjfjfjdj will go back to writing the requests after this! inspiration just struck

❍ OIKAWA TOORU

-> omg this fucking guy

-> don't let his pride fool you this man HATES bugs with a burning passion

-> he'll never admit it though

-> between you and the aoba johsai team he would never hear the end of how the great king oikawa would cower at the sight of a moth doing laps around a lightbulb

-> so when you pretended not to hear the shriek that left your boyfriend when he saw something flying around the bathroom light and he declined your offer to get rid of the moth for him, this left oikawa in a pretty difficult situation

-> it was just him alone in the bathroom, trying to brush his teeth while eyeing the bug warily

-> you came in a few minutes later, getting ready to go to bed as well

-> "you know, babe, that moth's been there for quite a while," you teased him

-> oikawa hummed in response, his eyes never leaving it as it continued its circumnavigation of the light fixture

-> "oh, you know. who am i to kick someone out of their home? i'm no monster"

-> you almost snorted at how poor of an excuse that was, but ruffled your boyfriend's hair anyway

-> "i'll take care of it, ru, you just finish getting ready"

-> "but y/n-chan, that moth has feelings! don't be mean to it!"

-> you gave tooru a very blank stare at that

-> "so do you want me to leave you alone with your new friend?"

-> "......no"

-> "that's what i thought"

-> you went up to the moth, managing to trap it in your hands before releasing it from a window

-> oikawa shuddered as you came back to the sink, giving your hands a quick rinse before resuming with brushing your teeth like nothing had happened

-> "you're so brave, my love"

-> "anything for you, babe"

❍ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> bless this poor boy

-> so it's no secret that sakusa isn't the fondest of germs

-> and that extends to bugs and spiders too

-> besides a normal amount of disgust that he held for them, the thought of where the insects had been or placed one of their many feet on never failed to make his skin crawl

-> that's where you, his wonderful significant other, comes in

-> as much as he loves you, he just can't understand how you always stared at bugs with wonder in your eyes

-> you'd even pick them up, cooing at the way they crawled up your arm while sakusa just stared at you in disbelief with a can of bug spray in hand

-> tonight was one of those swelteringly hot summer nights

-> you know, the ones where the air seems to be still no matter how many windows you open and every insect in a mile radius is actively trying to enter your home

-> you were spending the night at your boyfriend's apartment, ready to have a relaxing night in with him since your schedules had finally synced up and allowed you both to enjoy a day off at the same time

-> it took months of trust before sakusa finally admitted to you how much he enjoyed doing skincare

-> so whenever you two spent the night together, you decided to start the evening with some face masks and idle binging of a tv show

-> against his half-hearted protests, you had insisted that sakusa wore a headband while this happened (one that had a very cute duck face printed on it)

-> just to keep the curls out of his face, of course

-> whenever he caught you sneaking a candid of him with facemask and duck headband on, he just shot you a halfhearted glare and threatened you to never send that to atsumu or the rest of the msby team

-> (you set it as your home screen instead)

-> anyways, i digress

-> so tonight you decided to cool down from the heat with a few facemasks and cuddling in your boyfriend's heavily air conditioned living room

-> but he kept all his skincare stuff in the bathroom, so you went to go get them as he set up a show to watch along with some snacks

-> you flicked on the light, going to his cabinet when something in the corner of the room caught your eye

-> there was a fairly large spider, desperately trying to crawl up the smooth tile wall

-> you decided to take pity on it and release it

-> but when you had it cupped safely in your hands, you decided to terrorise your poor boyfriend just a little

-> "hey, omi, look what i found!"

-> your boyfriend perked up at your signature nickname for him, though his eyes narrowed as he saw your clasped hands held in front of you

-> "no"

-> "but baby, you haven't even seen-"

-> "no"

-> you giggled at how defensive he had become

-> "come on, don't you want to name it? it's very cute"

-> "i want you to throw it out, y/n"

-> "alright, alright"

-> you took the spider to a window, releasing it back outside before heading back to the bathroom and grabbing a few masks for real this time

-> sakusa gave you the cold shoulder as you sat down next to him, humming as you gave him a face mask and putting it on without a word

-> "aww, baby, i'm sorry"

-> "..."

-> "i'll give you a head massage if you stop ignoring me?"

-> sakusa turned to you, his eyes narrowed in thought as he stared you down

-> the act soon broke, though, and he smiled against the sheet mask that was on his face

-> "it better be a good one," he huffed as he tugged the duck headband off, already sighing at the sensation of your fingers against his scalp

-> "omi, come on, what do you take me for?"

❍ HAIBA LEV

-> ngl lev gives off equal amounts of being terrified of like the tiniest spider or just finding bugs insanely cool vibes

-> it's funnier to imagine this 6-foot-something guy scramble away from a fucking crane fly in terror though so this is how it's going to play out

-> when you invited your giant of a boyfriend to your flat, you didn't anticipate just how small he made everything appear

-> he even towered in your doorway, having to stoop to step through into your hall

-> "woahh, i love your place!"

-> it was his first time staying over for the night, and lev was making sure to drink in every aspect of your interior design

-> you found it sweet of him, and watched as he stared in wide-eyed wonder at the little trinkets you had collected over the years to make your small apartment seem more like a home

-> you didn't expect him to scream at the top of his lungs and practically run back to you, though

-> you jumped at the sound, watching as he scrambled away from your lamp and pointed back at it with a shaking finger

-> you squinted at it, making out the very menacing form of a crane fly as it bumped into the lampshade and continued on its path

-> "lev, you big baby," you giggled, heading to the kitchen to grab a glass and trap it

-> "y/n, don't leave me alone with it!" he yelped, and you rolled your eyes at his antics

-> you came back, smoothly capturing the insect and throwing it out of a nearby window

-> lev was sat on your couch the whole time, hands covering his eyes as he curled in a ball

-> "is it gone?" he asked, and you you giggled at how childlike he was acting at the moment

-> "it's all good, baby" you smoothed his hair and lev gratefully leaned into your touch, a sigh of relief leaving him

-> "thank you, y/n"

-> "i'll get rid of all the bugs in the world for you, lev"

❍ MIYA ATSUMU

-> gives off the vibes that he used to eat bugs as a child i'm sorry but

-> have mercy on his soul lmao

-> so twins are supposed to be identical right?

-> anyone who spends more than a few minutes around the miya twins know that that's a complete fucking lie

-> and you've had the misfortune of being friends with them for a very long time

-> like your mums were friends and you were all born around the same time

-> you've been pulled into their shit before you could walk or talk

-> so you're well aware of just how different these mfs are

-> even though they were both absolute bastards, osamu always had a slightly more mellowed out approach which would always end up with atsumu getting the blame for what they got up to

-> especially as a child, osamu loved to terrorise his twin with the unwilling help of you

-> one of the ways was through osamu exploiting one of his twins' fears

-> that being bugs and spiders

-> he always cackled at the sight of atsumu screaming and trying to run away from him due to the spider he was holding

-> as they both grew up, this became less of a frequent thing for osamu to do

-> you also somehow started dating atsumu, but nobody could exactly pinpoint a moment that signified a beginning to your relationship

-> but since you're dating the world's biggest manchild in disguise, and osamu gets annoyed with atsumu quite easily, you would have to swoop in to rescue him from time to time

-> recently the twins had been getting a little snappy with each other, and it had yet to sort itself out

-> from what you had heard your boyfriend was in the wrong this time, but you still listened to him whine and rant about it

-> you were going to the inarizaki school gym to say hi to your boyfriend and best friend before practice started, only to see absolute chaos unfolding

-> with kita yet to arrive, the twins were effectively unleashed and that much was clear with the way atsumu was practically screaming his head off as he ran around the gym

-> your eyes took in the rest of the players- aran had his head in his hands, suna was snickering with his phone out to record the newest miya twin fight, and osamu's deranged laugh could be heard above everything else as he chased his brother, hand held out in front of him

-> only one thing was capable of making atsumu scream like that, so you already knew what was happening

-> atsumu quickly spotted you hovering in the doorway, and made a beeline to where you were

-> his eyes were panicked, and you were quick to wrap him in a hug as you shot osamu a nasty glare over his shoulder

-> literally this lmfao

-> "that's enough, 'samu"

-> your best friend paused, before a smile spread across his face as he dangled the centipede in front of him

-> "you know it was rubber, right?"

-> you felt your boyfriend tense in your arms and you bit your lip to stifle a small giggle

-> but at least they would be back to normal by the end of today

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⤷ A SHOULDER TO LIE ON

MIYUKI KAZUYA X READER -> 2.2K in class, you find yourself prone to falling asleep on the closest surface possible, whether that be your desk or the cute boy sat next to you

REQUEST -> anon: hi hi! may i request a drabble or hcs (whatever u prefer) of miyuki with a sleepy s/o? maybe like falling asleep on his lap or something. thank u! <3 CONTAINS -> fluffff, a word count maybe a bit higher than originally intended? i just like the guy, maybe he's a bit ooc??? like kinda shy idk MORI'S THOUGHTS -> as a sleepy person who uses their friends as pillows, i am thrilled to write this!! also sorry that this was a lot longer than you may have wanted ahaha ALSO shameless plug but i'm writing a daiya no ace fic so go read it or else 👁👁 just kidding but fr if you like daiya then why not? miyuki features

EVEN BEFORE THE TWO OF YOU STARTED DATING, miyuki knew about your tendency to fall asleep more often than the average person. he loved to tease you when you did it in lessons, quietly nodding off next to him with your head perched on top of your folded arms.

at first, he used this as an opportunity to mess with you- if the teacher called on you for an answer, he'd whisper the wrong one to you and chuckle to himself as you shot him a dirty look. you'd whisper a quick insult of "idiot" to him before promptly dropping your head back down onto your arms and resuming your unconscious state.

of course, miyuki never imagined that it would progress further than him riling up the poor girl sat next to him in maths. but he found himself starting to... well, look out for you. that didn't mean he would stop tormenting you, though.

at the end of the lesson, after he had poked you awake multiple times for the most stupid reasons like asking you a pointless question or because your elbow was touching his books, he would wordlessly slide you a complete set of notes and then get up and leave before you had a chance to even thank him.

you were surprised, to say the least. your general impression of miyuki kazuya was that he was an asshole at best. this previously unseen side to him wasn't unwelcome, though. you decided that you should probably be a decent person and thank him when you next saw him.

your opportunity presented itself at your next shared lesson, two days afterwards.

“thanks for the notes, by the way,” you mumbled to him. miyuki paused in his actions, glancing up at you.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about,” he responded, completely deadpan. if it weren’t for the subtlest upturned corner of a smirk, you would have believed him, too. you giggled to yourself quietly before opening your notebook, ready to actually stay awake and take your own set of notes this time.

after that incident, you still inevitably fell asleep in lessons. hey, you couldn’t help it. funnily enough for miyuki, though, he found himself repeating what was originally just a silly whim that he indulged in. the note-taking. hell, he put more effort into these than the ones he made for himself. and he didn't even have an answer for his behaviour if he were to question himself, but watching you stir awake and give him a sleepy smile when he slid over the notes was more than enough of an incentive for him. oh, you were going to be the death of him.

and you, on the receiving end of this slightly odd treatment, were more than grateful. then again, your sleep-addled brain had rather forward ways of expressing it. seeing miyuki's hand in your peripheral vision prompted you to outstretch your own to wrap around his, tugging it closer to you. the boy was too surprised to object when you grabbed your pen, drawing it close to the back of his hand. in fact, there wasn't much in terms of a struggle from him as he watched you write a "thank you" on his hand. after a few moments of deliberation, you then decided to draw a lopsided heart at the end before releasing miyuki's hand.

miyuki wouldn't have minded if you had wanted to hold onto it a little longer. he tried to burn the sensation of how your fingers felt into his memory, all with what he hoped was an impassive look on his face as his eyes remained trained on the board.

he only really took the time to appreciate your doodle when he was on his way to baseball practice after school. he allowed himself a small smile at the little remnant of you, before resuming his uncaring façade. he ignored kuramochi's teasing when the green-haired boy noticed the writing on the catcher's hand, brushing it off as nothing and making sure not to show how hesitant he was to wash it off.

these two separate instances helped to bridge the gap between you and your desk-mate miyuki. while you weren't the most talkative, the time that you spent awake and alert in class was time that you spent getting to know the smart mouth. his snide comments held no bite, and you found yourself being drawn to him in spite of everything.

therefore, in your own logic at least, it wasn't some outlandish thing for you to start using him as a pillow.

different story for him, though.

miyuki thought you were just being your regular self when you yawned, muttered a complaint about the class being “stupid and boring" and then announcing to him that you were going to take a nap. that was typical y/n behaviour as far as he knew. but when he felt a weight on his shoulder and the gentle tickle of hair against his cheek he froze up. this was new. this was uncharted territory.

there was a good half hour left of the lesson, and despite his usual indifference to those around him, miyuki didn't want to jolt you awake or let you slip off his shoulder. instead, he gingerly held still as he kept listening to the teacher ramble on, and by some miracle not make a single comment on the predicament that miyuki found himself in. the perks of sitting at the back, he supposed.

when you finally stirred, you didn’t even look remotely sheepish. instead you opted to grumble about how miyuki’s shirt had left creases on the side of your face. miyuki flicked your forehead in response, half-heartedly telling you to shut up and nap on something else next time. anything to distract him from the way his palms felt clammy for the first time in forever and how his thoughts ran wild from the whiff of your shampoo that he had got.

ironically enough, miyuki found himself staring at the ceiling at night, desperately lacking what was basically second nature to you. he didn’t need to look at his clock to know that it was late. he knew that he couldn’t sleep- and how it was all because of y/n y/l/n, and how she had found a place in his heart and mind without him even realising until it was too late.

the catcher was familiar with taking risks and figuring out the emotions of others. hell, it was practically second nature to him to remain cool and calculating. so why did he find that he tied himself up in kots whenever you were around? miyuki huffed in annoyance, shifting onto his other side as some last-ditch attempt to fall asleep. he knew that the longer he left his feelings, the bigger a distraction they would become.

“jeez, miyuki, if i didn’t know any better i would think that you’re the one who sleeps in lessons.” you giggled as you took your regular seat next to him, seeing how he had his head resting against the desk. you heard a muffled groan as a response, and patted him on the back out of sympathy. “y’know what? i’m feeling nice today, i’ll take notes for you this time,” you continued, pulling out your pen and notebook. you saw him nod vaguely, and smiled to yourself at his actions. admittedly, he was cute. you had eyes, and you didn’t really lie to yourself about your feelings. however, the boy was also captain of the baseball team and never gave off the impression that he was open to a relationship, so you didn’t get your hopes up about anything happening.

besides, you enjoyed the little thing that the two of you had going on right now, so why ruin it?

you did your best to rid your mind of thoughts like that while you took notes for both you and miyuki. unbeknownst to you, the very guy running laps through your mind was glancing at you with a quick side-eye. your furrowed brow and slightly tugged-in bottom lip were the icing on the cake for miyuki as he steeled himself for the potential outcomes.

the teacher had really decided to drawl on during today’s lesson, and you tried to alleviate the aching pain in your wrist that had crept up on you while you took notes. you turned to miyuki, ready to make some snide comment, but he beat you to the punch.

“go out with me.” he had said it so bluntly, so casually, that you blinked in surprise.

“what?”

“would you like to go on a date with me?” your stunned silence didn’t bode well with the catcher, and miyuki found himself starting to talk to fill in the silence. “in all honesty, i’ve liked you for quite a while now even though i haven’t done anything about it.” you said his name, hesitantly, but he kept going. “and i’ve been thinking about you a lot, and i thought that it would be better to, i don’t know, tell you how i feel because-”

“-miyuki!” you were louder this time, and this caused him to actually trail off. “my answer’s yes.” you beamed at him, and you saw the slightest hint of relief with the way his shoulders sagged from your words.

“well, that’s a relief.”

needless to say, your first date went well. there wasn’t much awkward air to clear due to your prolonged time spent next to each other during class, and by the end of the day you found yourself entirely enamoured by the charming catcher who currently had an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

as weeks went by, the two of you stepped into making your relationship official with a familiarity close to breathing. you were comfortable around miyuki, in spite of his almost cocky nature and sarcastic remarks.

one bonus of being able to call him your boyfriend meant that he was now fully utilised as a pillow. when you got familiar with physical affection, it became a routine for the two of you to find yourself in one of your dorms on the weekend, wrapped up together in bed and enjoying a lazy morning together.

with your head on his chest and his arm occasionally running up and down the length of your back, you found your needs for sleep satiated on these days with miyuki. he had also warmed up to the notion of you resting your head on his shoulder in order to sleep during the daytime, and he was more than happy to oblige. this time, he made sure to bring your head further onto his shoulder every now and then to ensure that you didn’t fall. sometimes, he opted to entirely shift your head onto his lap for convenience, and who were you to complain?

miyuki still reserved most of his affection for when the two of you were in private, though. alongside cuddling in bed, he also liked to run his fingers through your hair, its texture against his fingers being a comfort to him. if you were to fall asleep while he did so, he wouldn’t hesitate to press a kiss to your forehead or temple. he didn’t want you seeing how soft you made him, after all.

another secret indulgence of miyuki’s was having you fall asleep in his lap. this usually happened when baseball coincided with time that you spent with him. a typical example would be when he reviewed the tapes of previous games to improve the team (and his own) weaknesses. it was tiring to watch the innings, and you felt your eyelids begin to droop with the sounds of the game blaring on in the background.

you were currently sat on miyuki’s lap, facing him. your face rested on his shoulder, and you found yourself dozing in and out of consciousness while your boyfriend studied the clips playing on his dorm room’s television. at the same time, his thumb rubbed circles into your lower back as a reminder that he was, in fact, there for you too. intentional or not, the warmth of his palm and the repetitive motion had you falling asleep in mere minutes.

miyuki almost laughed when he heard you begin to snore softly.

“honestly, you would think that you would have more energy than this with all that time you spent asleep,” he teased you, though there was no doubt that you hadn’t heard it. miyuki paused the video briefly, taking a few moments to tear his eyes away from the screen in order to look at you. your features were relaxed as you snoozed, and miyuki allowed himself to smile at the sight without risk of getting caught. Your face hadn’t changed since he first saw you nap on a desk so many months ago, but he was more than grateful for the fact that you had opted to use him as a pillow instead these days.

though he would never admit it outright, the thought warmed his heart more than he would care to let on. he pressed a careful kiss to the corner of your mouth before resuming the video and the tracing of absent-minded patterns onto your skin.

the way you responded to his touch subconsciously by clutching onto his shirt a little tighter had miyuki’s heart damn near beating out of his chest.

yeah, you were going to be the death of him.

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