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Friends at First Sight?
in which friendship can't afford to be late.
Ever since you visited the slums for the first time, you’ve been friends with Nayuta. You two didn’t even know how it happened. You had visited a record shop in the slums, knowing it was a risky decision. While looking through the countless records and albums from many diverse hip hop artists, you happened to bump into Nayuta. When your arms brushed as you were picking out a record nearby him, you immediately looked up at him to apologize. Yet, when your eyes met, all you could mutter out was:
“Sorry…”
Nayuta shook his head, replying with a monotone voice that you didn’t know would be so special later on.
“Nah, you’re good. You don’t look like you belong here in the slums. Pretty well off, I’d bet ya.” He said, glancing at the album you were holding and chuckling before gesturing to it. “You like ‘em? That’s crazy.”
You raise an eyebrow, before nodding. “Mhm, I do. Why’s it crazy? You don’t like them?”
“Hah, nah. I mean, they’re alright, but there are better ones.” Nayuta said, shrugging. Yet, strangely enough, you didn’t feel offended at all.
“Oh? Show me someone better then.” You said competitively, the emotion shown in the small glint in your eyes.
“Here, these guys are bomb. You’ll forget all about the other group when you hear this, trust me.” Nayuta stated with a slight hint of excitement, shoving a record into your arms. “Thank me later.”
You looked at the album, not minding the idea of listening to someone new for once. “Alright then.”
Nayuta looked at you again, nodding. “Tell me if you like ‘em, and maybe I’ll respect you.”
After that, you two kept walking around the store, talking about hip-hop and what you both liked and disliked. None of you knew what happened, but you two just clicked so easily.
But, at the end of the day, you walked home with a bag of records and a full heart. Until you realized...
"I never got his name!"
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Walking Around
where a little bit of playful teasing didn't hurt anyone.
As best friends, you and Nayuta often traveled around the slums, maybe outside if Kanata let Nayuta do so. You two liked to greet the stray animals, talk about stupid stuff, or maybe even have deep conversations on life or aspects within it.
After a while, you and Nayuta had discovered two cats, almost like a mirror image of you two. One was a white cat, and another was a black cat. They were interacting, playing and circling around each other with a cheerful aura around them.
“So cute!!!” You exclaimed quietly, watching them play.
“Right? The black one seems a little shy though.” He said, before chuckling and nudging you. “Just like you.”
“Hah? No, I’m not! I’m just very selective of who I talk to.” You reply, nudging him back.
“Uh-huh, okay.” Nayuta stifles his laughter, covering his mouth and looking away.
“What’re you laughing at?!” You hissed, blushing just a little bit from embarrassment.
“Nothing. Anyways, look- they’re hugging.” Nayuta suddenly changes the topic, pointing at the cats.
Your gaze followed his pointed finger, seeing the two cats hugging. You let out a small “aww”, so enthralled by the sight that you forgot what happened earlier.
“They’re just like what I want us to be.” You say out of the blue, giggling.
“Is it just me or did you just say you want us to hug?” Nayuta replies teasingly, raising an eyebrow.
“I meant I wanted us to have more fun! Why are you like this!?” You whined, sighing. Though, you didn’t really mind the thought.
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A Dog, Under The Guise of an Angel
he had to protect you, no matter what.
- contains a swear word (1), mention of blood, manipulation, hypnosis (mic 🤯)
Ramuda wasn’t much of a bad guy. No, it was just that… you were so pure for this world. A world so defiled with lust, greed, and disappointment. Even he was defiled by such lowly emotions. He couldn’t let such a light get put out by the cold wind. He had to protect you.
And so, Ramuda found himself tripping everyone who got near you. He found himself drenching his hands in another’s blood, but he didn’t feel guilt. Not a single ounce of feeling could even begin to compare to the happiness you gave to this miserable being, if he could even call himself that, that is.
Ramuda hated how people would look at you. He didn’t care what intentions they held, he didn’t give two shits about how innocent their gaze was. They were looking at you, and that was enough. You were only his to look at, and if they dared disobey you or him, he might as well consider them dead.
It wasn’t always like this. Even Ramuda himself didn’t know when or where his obsession started. Maybe, it was the way you showed interest in him? Or, perhaps, how you always seemed to smile ever so brightly when he was in the room? He didn’t know. And, frankly, he didn’t care either. All he knew was that he wanted you, and he was going to make you want him.
Ramuda went through the painful process of becoming your best friend. Learning every single detail about you, gifting you things based on said interests, while also managing to dodge every question about himself. Even if he knew he could just hypnotize you into dating him, there’s no fun in that! Besides, how would he be able to learn everything about you? It never feels like a true win when you cheat, after all.
But, sooner or later, he got impatient. Slowly but surely, he made sure he was the only one you could depend on. Your partner canceled on you and your project? That’s just fine, why not try working with dear Ramuda instead? Your boyfriend said he was tired of you? Come now, he was worthless anyway. You know Ramuda would never say such mean words to you, so come to his side instead! Your mother said you were worthless and that she wished she had never given birth to you? How sad, come live with Ramuda instead! That way you won’t have to deal with her and the rest of your family again, right?
Slowly but surely, you’ve ended up constantly falling back into his arms, being held tightly in his comforting embrace while you cried and sobbed. He was the only one with you, how could you resist him?
Little did you know he had abused his power with the true hypnosis microphone, gradually turning everyone in your life against you, never to come back…
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Only You, Dear.
gn!reader x izumi sena
second person POV
Izumi, oh Izumi. You could talk all day along about him. It's like your eyes were glued to the way he spoke and danced.
Today, you two decided to meet up, he planned to help you with an assignment you were stuck on, but it feels more like a day to look at his beauty fully. His soft gray hair that just made you wish you could touch it, his blue eyes that you could get lost in, his soft lips that made you—
"Hey, are you even listening?"
'Ah, nevermind, he would never like me like that, would he?', You thought.
"Sorry, I spaced out, could you repeat that?"
Izumi groaned, maybe you messed up already. Maybe he's gonna pack up and leave and tell you to never talk to him again. Maybe you've lost your chance with him. Forget it, you've never had a chance with him, right?
"Fine, just one last time. Make sure you're listening properly or you'll be doing this yourself."
Focus, you tell yourself. You give him a nod and a smile, to which he returns with a glare. He rolls his eyes and repeats himself.
—
Finally, you complete your assignment. It actually didn't take that long, you were just a little out of it because of stress, you think.
You watch as he closes his backpack, his fingers gliding over the zipper then grasping it and pulling it to seal off anything in his backpack. Izumi sighs, suddenly he puts his hand on your cheek. He sees how your face reddens and chuckles, he whispers in your ear,
"I know."
You start to panic, 'What does he know? Does he know I like him?!', sadly, your panic was visible on your face. He simply pecks you on the lips and walks away as if nothing happened, leaving you a blushing mess.
You slowly touch your lips, your fingers grazing your bottom lip. You look around, luckily no one was looking at you. You noticed a note with bento beside you, how did that get there?
Anyways, you think it's Izumi's as you're about to go and return it to him. Before that, you decided to read the note.
"I love you, and only you, dear. Make sure you finish it, I spent my time making this, you know. - Izumi."
Oh. You blush, glancing over at your finished assignment. It's not so bad, right? And with that, you open the bento and enjoy your late lunch made by your boyfriend, or you think he is.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: WOOHOO finally done with my first one shot, i made this because i have literally read all of the izumi fanfics here. so, yes, this is self-indulgent.
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