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ob-levi-on · 2 years

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characters: semi-canon! satoru gojo x female reader, with minor mentions & dialogue interactions with other jjk characters

content warnings (SPOILERS!):

this fic discusses on events based of chapter 90 (titled "the shibuya incident, part 8"). if you have not read past that point, please reconsider reading my fic [as to avoid spoilers]

additionally, there is some french dialect in this fic. however, i literally used google translate for that part, because i do not know french by nature. it’s super brief and done only for the fic, please don’t harass me about it 😭

word count: 2.364 (2, 364)

author's note: it's been awhile since i wrote a sfw fic (omg that's literally so bad i'm going to hell for being such a whore). anyway, i hope y'all enjoy this, feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! mwah mwah <3

“looks like time doesn’t pass here.”

a jujutsu master smirked, but an eerie silence engulfed him.

it was a silence that went on for too long. gojo sighs, feeling stupid for expecting some sort of response.

“crap…i messed up. this could be trouble.”

the stillness only reaffirmed the calamity that gojo was in.

he frowned.

gojo crossed his arms over his chest, reclining against the pile of skulls.

he scoffs.

“whatever. it’ll be fine.”

even in a desperate situation, he manages to crack out a smile.

“i have faith…in everyone.”

gojo is able to hold his smile for a few beats.

but who knew that in this minute, in this second, in this beat of time…his enemy was not the cursed user who sealed him here–rather, the unsettling tranquility that dominated him in every aspect.

and for the first time in a long time, his lip begins to quiver. his mouth salivates with the bitter taste of despair and regret. he attempts to push such flavors down by swallowing.

he isn’t successful.

the tears that have been held back through every heartbreak were finally released. years and years of worry and concern poured down gojo’s face. flashing memories of every beautiful moment in his life made their mark on his wounded soul, and gojo’s chest heaved with hopelessness.

as powerful as gojo was in jujutsu, there was nothing he could do that would stop the waterfall of tears. the humanity in his blood, bred to be so thick and durable over time, suddenly found itself crumbling down within seconds.

hands turned into fists hit the surface beneath him, an attempt to break free. the smack against the surface constantly echoed, as if laughing at gojo’s intentions. the attempt was worthless, he knew. but as he screamed and cried, releasing his sorrowful anger through punches was the only thing he knew he could do now.

gojo takes his time, almost feeling like an eternity.

time, in a way, was vividly absent and ever-so-present here.

once he thinks he has recovered, the man stares ahead.

a skull stares back at him.

with dry tears on his face, he sniffles. he shakes his head, bringing his hands to his face.

“why?” he asked himself, furiously rubbing his eyes. “out of all things, why are you on my mind?”

YEARS AGO…

a sunny sky. a comforting wind. colorful leaves danced in the air, and gojo watched them intently.

he sat alone in a classroom, his head facing towards an open window.

gojo always liked to observe nature, a hobby he picked up from geto. although geto was more of a people-watcher.

but geto was gone now.

nonetheless, today was graduation day. he should happy.

but in all honesty, it just felt like another day to him. it was most likely he would take a temporary break from the school after graduation, then come back right back.

throughout the years here as a student, gojo realized that the regulations of the jujutsu world needed to be changed. he saw how the out-dated rules affected the lives of young sorcerers. perhaps he had been ignorant about it when he first started, but now, it deeply annoyed him. he wanted the cycle of change to start now, even if he wasn’t the one to do so in the end.

he thinks this and more as he observes the whistling trees.

suddenly, the atmosphere changes. his heart skips a beat.

before you even open the door, he already knows it’s you.

the sorcerer, however, tries to keep his cool. he continues to look out the window.

you open the door and whistle a familiar tune. “i knew i’d find you in here.”

gojo glances back at your way. a genuine smile appears on his face, and he shrugs. “you know how much i loved this classroom…i just can’t seem to let it go.”

“you say that as if you didn’t skip half the time.”

gojo displays a dramatic stab to the heart. “how dare you accuse me of such a thing!”

you try to hide a smile, but fail.

you displayed the same smile that made him fall in love with you. a facial expression that was so beautiful, so pure, so…gojo couldn’t even begin to describe it.

you approach, and sit down at an empty desk next to him. “are you…gonna go out there? they’re taking the class picture soon.”

gojo sighs, and looks at the floor for just a moment. “just so they can put it on the wall and then forget about us? i’d rather not.”

you frown. “regardless of what they do with it, it’s the last memory of all of us together. don’t you want that?”

“no, i don’t. i want–”

gojo stops himself. the man suddenly finds himself staring into your eyes, and they shine beautifully.

he had to refrain himself from finishing the sentence, because he was going to say that all he ever wanted was you. only you. he didn’t want to be reminded of the bittersweet memories of his colleagues and instructors through a photograph. the only thing he wanted to remember were the gratifying moments of just the two of you, the ones where he made you laugh and the ones where you made him feel like the strongest man alive.

gojo has to look away from you, otherwise he would declare his love right here and now. but it would be unfair to you.

if you weren’t leaving the country, maybe he would’ve said it.

but fate had other plans for you.

when you first started at jujutsu tech, the first years consisted of four students. shoko, geto, satoru…and you. the four of you bonded quickly and had your adventures, becoming some of the best student sorcerers within japan.

but as you know, time doesn’t only heal, it reveals.

after the mission that involved the death of riko, along with geto going dark, everything changed. and even though satoru was in love with you since the moment that he met you [while you also felt the same way], it was difficult to talk about such emotions when other things were much more important in the moment.

the remaining three of you were able to get through it, however. shoko decided to specialize in medicine since she was able to use her reversed curse technique to heal others. you had asked gojo what he wanted to do, but the man simply shrugged.

as for you…you always wanted to help people. you never even realized you had supernatural abilities until a teacher from jujutsu tech reached out to you. at that time, you had seen all the evils of the world. but if you could help with just a small portion of that, even if it was exorcizing things that most humans couldn’t see…then you were doing something right.

by the end of today, the three of you would be deemed grade one sorcerers. the more experience you got in the future, and the chances of you three becoming a special grade sorcerer would be just within reach.

that was your goal. thus, you tried to excel at everything you did. and your efforts did bear fruit, because you were offered an internship to follow a special grade sorcerer in europe, immediately after graduation. you’d be a fool not to say no.

in short, gojo could tell you that he loves you. but in a world where curses would continue to be born, your main priority [and ultimately his] was to exorcize them each and every one of them. it would be selfish of him to tell you such things and confine you here.

but god, did he love you. his heart ached with sorrow simply at the thought of you leaving, so how would he deal with your absence? he didn’t even want to think about it.

“what do you want, satoru?”

your sweet voice brought him out of his melancholic trance. he gazes back at you, and notices that your face is much, much closer.

his body naturally responds, leaning forward. your immense desire for a single kiss from gojo overrides your subconscious, and you sway towards him.

so close, yet so far.

the two of you are suddenly startled when the classroom slides open, an ecstatic shoko jumping into the room.

the two of you manage to pull away in time, but the rosy cheeks remain on the two of you.

“there you are!” she exclaims, walking in and sitting on top of the desk in which you sat. “i was looking for you guys everywhere. principal yaga sent me to find y’all for the class picture.”

the woman pokes her tongue out. “the faster we take the picture, then we can go out to celebrate together one last time. so let’s go!”

shoko grabbed your hand and pulls you up, before getting up from the desk and walking away. you straggle behind, looking back at satoru.

the man met your gaze. they gleamed with such hope and heartbreak. gojo tears away from your eyes, looking back outside once more.

that was the last time you two ever saw each other.

NOVEMBER 1ST, 2018 - ST. MALO, FRANCE

“bonjour à nos téléspectateurs, nous avons des nouvelles de dernière heure en ce moment…”

the television played as background music in the office, while you typed away on the computer. you were completing a report about the recent curse you just exorcized in paris, france. it was small fry compared to other cases, but enzo [the sorcerer who gave you the internship ten years ago, and also your boss] preferred documentation when you dealt with a curse.

your partner, destin, was writing a supplement to your report at a desk right next to you.

you were now a special grade sorcerer, and had been for several years. during that time, you traveled around europe [and other countries every once in a while] to exorcize curses. however, you haven’t gone back to japan since you graduated.

on the bright side, you were doing what you had always hoped to do. after you eliminated each curse, the gratitude from people’s faces was certainly something that warmed your heart.

although, their gratitude alone could not fill your heart. there was only one person who was capable of that, and you thought of him everyday.

as you were reading through your narrative, the news on the television seemed to grow louder.

“des témoins rapportent qu'une sorte de barrière ne leur permet pas de pénétrer dans le territoire de shibuya au japon, et déclarent que personne de l'intérieur n'est sorti. la police n'est pas sûre de sa cause–”

you turn around quickly, wanting to make sure you heard the anchor correctly. on the screen, the title card at the bottom said “BREAKING NEWS: SHIBUYA, DERNIÈRES NOUVELLES: SHIBUYA”. alongside the anchor was camera footage of downtown shibuya, where citizens seemed to be huddled near an invisible line.

you had startled destin, and the man turned around to see what caught your attention.

the two of you recognized the curtain immediately. while most humans couldn’t see it, the both of you knew that someone had put a veil over this part of shibuya.

but you didn’t know why.

“that’s not good,” destin says, pulling out his phone. the two of you connected so well that he already knew what was on your mind. your eyes stayed glued to the screen as you hear him dial away.

“hé enzo, c'est le destin. avez-vous entendu les nouvelles de shibuya?”

the man stays quiet for a few moments, and you can hear enzo chatting on the other side. eventually, destin says, “d'accord. c'est tout ce que j'avais besoin de savoir. merci.”

the camera on the screen focuses on witnesses, and some exterior shots of the city are taken.

“japan sorcerers did ask for reinforcements but…we’re too far away.”

your heart drops, and you look at your partner.

destin is unable to meet your sorrowful eyes, so he looks away.

“however enzo…” destin begins to say, “would understand if you went there right away.”

you didn't have to think it over twice. shibuya was in trouble. how could you call yourself a sorcerer if you couldn’t even help the people near your home? while you didn’t know what kind of curse was terrorizing japan, you had to do something. and even if the battle was over once you landed, you could stick around and help with the investigation.

your heart suddenly begins to ache as questions come into your mind.

did they send jujutsu tech special grade sorcerers? of course they did. but this is a big deal, the special grade sorcerers, as talented as they are, couldn’t be enough. oh god, did they send first years? did they send kyoto tech too?

is satoru there?

as you gathered all your things to leave the office, destin tells you, “i checked some flights. there is a plane leaving in one hour from here to tokyo haneda. go home and pack the essentials. i’ll get a taxi to arrive at your apartment and take you to the airport. make sure to take your badge for priority landing and government access into the country.”

by the time he finishes his planning, you’re about to step outside the office. your partner hugs you, and says, “be safe, y/n. call enzo or myself as soon as you can.”

“i will. thanks, destin.” you reply, letting go and walking out of the office.

you had not spoken with gojo since the day you graduated. but your eyes nearly welled up in tears at the thought of him. how could you be so stupid to leave him? how egotistical were you to put yourself first over him? you were so ashamed to finally realize that, especially after all the years.

it wasn’t the fact that you thought he couldn’t handle himself, it was the fact that he could be in danger and not even realize it.

seeing satoru would be priority after solving the curse in japan. while your heart was filled with hope and anxiety, the travel towards japan felt incredibly long. it was almost if…time didn’t pass.

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cinnamonruts · 3 years

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SUMMARY → the three times you can’t talk and the one time you do

PAIRING → todoroki shouto x fem!reader

GENRE → comfort/crack

MASTERLIST → if you want to read more fics of mine

READERS QUIRK → the reader has an unidentified electric quirk ( from another multi-chapter todoroki fic that is still in the developing stages ) and when she get nervous sparks come from her face much like pikachu

A/N → these are just blue spring ride scenes that i think shouto would fall into — also, whomever made this manga coloring; it is gorgeous!

i. with your arms full of papers

As the class rep of 1-F there are many duties. Making sure no one blows up the classroom, everyone there needs are taken care of, and of course getting all the paperwork of what you and your classmates have fixed, created and blueprinted to the filing system Principal Nezu has created for your department.

That system being implemented after Hatsume-senpai has made so many inventions that the school did not know about caused many hero students a visit to Recovery Girl. So, now prevent measurements are taken as she sailed off to her second year.

Sliding the door open with your leg, not being allowed to take unfilled inventions outside the support course classrooms, you have to do it this way — something, you should thank Hatsume-senpai for, again — your eyes contact with a mismatched beautiful eyes and an even more beautiful face to match it. Your lips part as you quite obviously stare at the angle in front of you.

“Hi.” he said, staring right back at you. Parting your lips, you try to get words out but instead just sounds come out. Making your eyes widen at the sudden embarrassment of stuttering and falling over your tongue in front of him sets in, “Are you okay?”

Looking down again, you nod, “Maybe she is a mute.” one voice offers up at your silence.

“Mutes don’t try to talk.”

Squeezing your eyes shit, you turn around. Running as fast as you can with the folders. Praying you will not let them fall as you leave the group of students to themselves.

“Uh… should we follow her?”

“I think she does not want to be followed.”

ii. falling into his lap

“Hi.” a voice suddenly says. Making you freeze up at the deep voice addressing you. Turning around, your eyes widen a bit at how much closer he is standing than you had expected, “Support Course, right?”

Nodding you try to step around him to bring some space between the two of you. While also inching closer to the door so you will not embarrass yourself in front of the gorgeous boy again.

Due to that, you did not fully focus on where you placed your feet, you accidentally stepped on his foot instead. Wincing at your metal cladded boots, a gasp leave your lips at the pain it must be ( honestly it is cladded so well that it would hurt a hammer before it would hurr your toes ).

Dropping down, you try to help him. Instead, heads bump into each other. Wincing again you hold your forehead, trying to stop the throbbing. Standing up to fast your blood rush to your head; “Hey—” startled by the new voice, you want to curse at the sudden attention you are getting.

Turning around the girl stands incredibly close. Stepping back you wonder if either of them has ever learned about personal space or if pretty privilege exhumed them from ever having to learn it.

Yet those questions leave as the fast step you took made you wobble in your boots and down you went, taking him with you. Gasping at the hand that squeezed you close, bracing for the impact. Trying not to focus on it, you try to focus on not electrocuting the boy, “I-” you say trying to apologise.

“Are you okay?” the girl asks, cutting you off. The sparks from your face now not being able to be stopped, pushing up from the boy. A groan leaves his lips as you pushed onto something you should not have.

Shifting your eyes to him, fire waves from his face as he glances down. Following his eyes, your sparks flare up even more as you see your hand right on top of— scramble to your feet. Bolting out of the library as fast as your boots will take you as Lugosi-sensei, the librarian, reminds you that you should not run in those boots or you might break a bone.

Being to surprised by the speed she left at, “Well, she couldn’t have run faster from you if she had tried.” Yaoyorozu tells her classmate who is slowly standing up again.

“What even happened?” Midoriya asks baffled at the whole ordeal. He saw it all but it made no sense at all. How was it even able to have that many coincidences happen all at once? How did ‘hi’ get to running — if you could have called it that — out of the library.

Making him shake his head, letting his hair fall into his eyes, “I have no clue. I just said hi, it was quite, she stood op my foot, our heads hit and we weirdly we fell. Then she touched my crotch and she ran.”

“I guess that it was very embarrassing.”

iii. as you cry in public

It is a natural habit at this point; during every prop week, you have at least a couple cry sessions.

Not only having to make sure your project is done well and getting all your papers on track but also those of everyone in your class. Constantly putting out fires figuratively and literally. Gets really stressful and the only — healthy — way of dealing with it is having a cry.

To let all of it out at your special place under the window outside which is where you resided right now. What you definitely hadn’t expected or could have foreseen was an input fire drill.

Trying to clean your face up you and make yourself look as presentable as possible and not like you just cried. Getting your tissues you wipe your face clean, softly thanking your mum for reminding you to always have them on hand.

Feeling an arm around your shoulder, before being pulled into a chest. Stiffing up at the sudden feeling, you glance up having your eyes connect with one grey and one blue eye.

Now being even more flustered by simply having him continuously catching you at the most awkward of times. Instead of truly thinking about it, you take him up on the invite and push your face into his shoulder, sighing deeply having a scent of pine and cologne invade your senses.

Having truly calmed down, you feel internal grateful for this stranger that held you and prevented being seen crying by everyone as he sways us slowly. Making it seem like the two of you were just weird people hugging out of a window instead of what was actually happening, “Are you okay?” he asks softly.

Nodding, you pull away. Smiling softly at him as you leave without another word being too embarrassed to say anything else.

iv. tired of all the work

Rubbing your eyes you lay your head onto your work table. Just for a moment, in a minute you will stand up. It is Friday night and everyone has just left to the dorms; prop week was successful and Principal Nezu has gifted — your class — as the most promising new inventors. Earning your all the price; which is the same every year.

An invite to I-Island and it’s benefactors annual event. I-Island is a floating island close to the coast, but most of them have a quarters on land.

Who have hired many U.A. alumni after they have interned with them. Specifically, the class president who has pulled the class to those achievements. Which is why you wanted to be the rep to begin with but slowly you start to realise why no one else wanted it.

Hearing the door slide open, you can not be bothered to stand up. So, you just groan to signal that you are still there, keeping your eyes closed as you hear soft footsteps come closer to you.

The scraping of the chair and the soft shuffle makes you open your eyes. Connecting with heteroromantic eyes, the handsome stranger. Honestly, there are many things you have gone over to say to him since the last time you saw him a few days ago; ‘I’m not a mute.’ , ‘I’m sorry I touched your no-no-square.’ , ‘Thank you for letting me cry on your shoulder.’ but instead of all of that you just stared in his eyes and softly whispered the first thing that came to mind;

“You have really pretty eyes."

Making him raise a brow as you trace your eyes over his face. From his eyes to the tip of his nose ending on his lips, “You think so?" He asks in the same soft tone.

Nodding, you hum softly, “Could look at them forever." you say, the sleep deprivation letting you say whatever without shame.

“You can." and for the rest of the night of you did. There was slow conversation and comforting silent, truly you could have lived in that moment forever.

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alitaimagines · 4 years

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“wipe your tears, the suns set now, won’t you go to sleep now? I’ll see you in your dreams. cause I’m right here, darling I’m here. close your pretty eyes, my butterfly, baby, have no fear.”

KIRISHIMA EJIROU / SHINSOU HITOSHI - MY HERO ACADEMIA

“vanilla ice cream is superior!” you and Kaminari had been arguing about ice cream for about fifteen minutes with Mina and Kirishima in the classroom, “dude, you can literally eat half a tub of it without gagging. with chocolate ice cream, you eat three bites and you’re already grossed out!”

before Mina or Kirishima could answer, you saw Momo walking in, “hey, Shinsou is looking for you,” you felt yourself rolling your eyes, “yeah, he’ll be fine. I’ll text him later,” you murmured before looking back at your friends, “anyway, vanilla is the far superior ice cream and the both of you can choke,” you continued.

Mina and Momo gave you a sympathetic look knowing your situation with Shinsou. Kaminari was too dumb to figure out the semi-awkward tension in the air as Kirishima tried figuring it out.

the air was too sour to continue the playful conversation as all of you grabbed your things. Kirishima looked down to see you texting rapidly on your phone and wanted to ask if you were okay.

“hey, is everything alright?” he asked. you gave the red headed boy a smile, “yeah, everything is fine. just some relationship problems,” you whispered as the two of you made your way to the dorms.

as soon as you muttered your answer, he connected the dots. Kirishima had heard the you and the girls talking about your situation here and there a few times during the week. he never felt to eavesdrop on the conversation but hearing what you were telling the girls and the way you were acting when Momo told you that he was looking for you, Kirishima understood.

the walk to the dorms was quiet as you remained texting. he could tell that you weren’t happy with what you were texting him about as your hands were shaking from anger.

“if you need anyone to talk too, I’ll be free for the rest of the night,” he murmured before giving you a hug. you returned it as he held onto you a bit longer, “thank you, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Kirishima nodded before he watched you leave.

you and Shinsou had been falling out of love and it wasn’t hard to tell for those who you knew your situation. with you already being in the hero department and Shinsou constantly training to try and get into the hero department, he was training day in and day out.

there would be times where you would try to hang out or schedule a date with him and he would completely ignore your messages or leave you hanging. at first you thought he was just training but as time continued, there would be days where you would just see him hanging with friends when he told you he was going to be working out.

finally, you arrived to your dorm room and instantly called Shinsou to try and calm him down. you had blown him off to hang with Kaminari and the rest of them which he soon got word of when he asked Midoriya where you were.

“Shinsou, if you’re here to argue, I don’t want to hear it,” his deep chuckle made you want to scream, “you keep texting and trying to call me so what? if you’re just calling me to yell, I’ll call you when you’re not upset.”

the line remained quiet for a moment when he finally spoke up.

“we need to talk about this, whether this is going to continue or not,” you hummed, “are we together or not? because we keep blowing each other off, we haven’t been together and actually hung out with each other in days, and frankly, I’m tired of it.”

you laughed, “you’re tired of it? imagine how I feel? I tried to continue what we had but you were the one who kept telling me you were training or too busy to go out on a date,” this time, Shinsou was the one who growled, “and you just blew me off to be with your three classmates!” he yelled.

“are you seriously saying that the ONE time I blew you off to be with some of my friends that it’s the reason why we’re no longer working out? have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, you’re the reason,” Shinsou was about to cut you off before you continued, “I saw you hanging with your classmates when I tried to schedule our dates and you said that you were going to be busy working out during that time. you cancelled your own birthday dinner with me to train! but yeah, I’m the reason why we didn’t work out.”

“you’ve known I’ve been trying to get into the hero department. you wouldn’t know now that considering you got in so easily! you didn’t even have to try!”

your eyes widened at the blasphemy.

“are you serious?” you screamed, “ you’re saying that I got in easily? I worked every fucking day to get into U.A. and instead of blaming others for your failure, maybe you should learn to take accountability and realize that it was your own fault for not getting accepted! and let this be known that this will be the last conversation we have.”

the two of you hung up the phone at the same time as you cried into your pillow from anger. at this point, you weren’t crying from sadness, the sadness of falling out of love was no longer there. these were tears of anger.

before you could even try to shut off the light and blare music to drown out your sobs from the rest of the class, you heard a known on your door. you dragged yourself to the door and opened it.

“hey-, are you alright?” Kirishima asked as he seen your bloodshot eyes, “I’m being serious, are you okay?”

you wanted to respond but the sobs caused you to choke out another round of tears as Kirishima brought you in for a hug. you clutched his white buttoned-up shirt while he embraced you.

“why are men such dicks?” you asked through tears, “Shinsou really sat on the phone and devalued my quirk. he said that I got into the hero course without trying.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened, “you know that’s not true. you worked hard just like everyone else to get here,” he whispered into your ear, “don’t listen to what he said. you’re quirk is solid, you deserve to be in 1.A. and don’t ever think that you don’t deserve to be here.”

you remained in his embrace for a bit longer before finally releasing yourself. Kirishima felt his heart break for you. he had never gone through a break up before and while he knew that you weren’t exactly in love with Shinsou anymore, the thought of it all probably was upsetting you the most.

“and it’s not like I’m sad about us breaking up. yeah I’m sad in a sense but I’m more upset that he really thinks that I didn’t deserve to be here.”

Kirishima shook his head understandingly, “well, if you’re up for it, we can go to the common room and watch whatever you like. I bought a tub of ice cream and although I know you hate chocolate, it should lift your spirits up, at least a little bit,” he offered.

you nodded as you went back into your room to grab a blanket to cuddle with for the remainder of the evening. Kirishima followed behind you as your slumped shoulders showed your entire mood.

“I’ll grab the ice cream while you pick something to watch?” he asked. you went to the couch and immediately snatched the remote from the table before pulling up Hulu.

Kirishima had turned the air conditioning up a bit knowing you loved the cold air. it gave you a chance to cuddle up against the blanket you were holding.

“so, what did you pick?” he asked as he soon seen one of his favorite movies also come up, “you like this movie too?” he asked bit excitedly. you nodded as your mood brightened up a bit.

throughout the movie, giggles escaped from you and Kirishima but during the last half of the movie, you had fallen asleep against the arm of the couch. you weren’t even sleepy but the crying must have tired you out, Kirishima thought.

he gave your sleeping body a half smile as he covered you up with your blanket and moved a piece of hair out of your face.

“oh my god,” Mina and Momo whispered to each other, “he likes her! that’s adorable,” Mina squealed quietly.

the two of them were going to check up on you but seeing how Kirishima was acting around you, they decided to retract and go back up to their bedrooms seeing as you were fine.

Kirishima couldn’t help but place a kiss on your forehead. it wasn’t a secret to him. he had developed feelings for you after the first few weeks of classes but when he found out that you were dating Shinsou, he knew it wasn’t his place to confess to you.

now that you were single and not as infatuated with Shinsou anymore, maybe he would get his chance after all. he hated seeing you so upset over some nobody and this wasn’t a knock on Shinsou as a possible hero. he was a nobody in every other sense.

you woke up that following morning to be cuddled up against a blanket and one of the couch pillows. you had heard the alarm that signaled everyone to get up from the PA system go off.

your phone was plugged into one of the spare chargers on the wall. you knew it was Kirishima who must’ve plugged it in before he left to his bedroom.

the dorms were relatively safe so you made your way upstairs to get ready for class and left your phone on the charger as you got ready. you quickly pulled on the uniform and fixed your hair to look at least a bit presentable before heading back downstairs.

“morning!” you heard Kirishima’s bubbly voice say. you gave him a wave as he brought over a cup of coffee to you, “I made you some coffee. I don’t know how you like it so I went with the way I make it,” you smiled as you went up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“you’re the best Kiri,” you murmured before taking another sip, “it’s actually really good but on another note, we should head to class. I don’t want to be late even though we don’t start for another half hour.”

you and Kirishima slowly walked to homeroom and were unimaginably early. usually Iida would be there but as of right now, it was just the two of you.

“do you want to go and drop our backpacks off? you know Aizawa gets when we have our backpacks inside,” Kirishima laughed before following you to the locker bay, “I’m gonna run to bathroom and retie my hair if you want to give me a few minutes.”

Kirishima nodded as he leaned against your locker to wait. he couldn’t help but notice that very vibrant purple hair standing close to the lockers. his eyebrows fluttered in confusion, not understanding why Shinsou would be near the 1.A. classrooms considering you weren’t together anymore.

you walked out of the bathroom and Kirisihima immediately walked up to you.

“lets head back to the classroom?” he asked a bit quickly, “yeah, sure. our coffee is going to get cold,” you responded as the two of you walked away from the locker bay.

Kirishima turned around to give Shinsou a look with a small smirk playing on his face. Kirishima wasn’t a petty guy, it wasn’t very manly of him to act as such, but this time, he couldn’t help but taunt Shinsou a bit.

about a month and a half passed when you finally opened yourself back up to dating. you weren’t actively chasing a relationship but Kirishima was more than happy to take Shinsou’s place.

he had been there for you throughout the entire break up and when you finally mentioned that you wanted to start dating again, he more than took you up on that offer.

it wasn’t too bad on your end either. you liked Kirishima. he was cute, adorably awkward, and not mention, funny.

the two of you had been friends for months now so it didn’t take long for Kirishima to formally ask you out. there wasn’t much of a point to drag out the unofficial dating part for too long. he figured since the two of you were friends prior to him asking you out, actually dating each other wouldn’t be too much of a difference.

“hey babe!” you heard Kirishima say as he walked up to you in the morning, “hey!” you whispered before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“sorry I couldn’t walk with you to school this morning. Bakubro kept me training until late last night,” you heard Bakugou scoff as you flicked him off, “it’s fine but we should catch breakfast before the lines get too long!” you told him.

Kirishima intertwined your hand with his before swinging it. you laughed at his dramatic swinging as you, Bakugou, and Kirishima got into talking. more like Bakugou and Kirishima and you only intervened when you wanted back Kirishima up.

“tch, that purple haired idiot is staring holes at you,” Bakugou told Kirishima as he instantly looked back to Shinsou, “he can deal with his issues on his own,” he replied before looking down at the food options.

you were oblivious to the entire thing as you were too busy looking at your breakfast being made. Kirishima knew that ever since he asked you out, you didn’t even bother to look at 1-C’s direction but the way that Shinsou stared at you, he felt uneasy.

“hey babe?” he asked as you gave him a look, “what?” you asked a bit annoyed that he disturbed you from watching your breakfast being made.

Kirishima laughed at your pout, “gimme a kiss,” he whispered as he didn’t even give you a chance to respond. you smiled during the kiss before pulling away, “what’s with all the PDA?” you asked a bit playfully, “no reason, just because I like you, that’s all,” he responded.

you shrugged as you noticed that your plate was finally ready. Kirishima on the other hand stuck his tongue out at Shinsou in retaliation. like he mentioned before, he wasn’t much of a petty person. it wasn’t manly to act in such a way but knowing that Shinsou was still pretty infatuated with you even though you didn’t give Shinsou the time of day anymore boosted his ego up the tiniest bit.

“tch, dumbass,” Bakugou told Kirishima knowing exactly why he kissed you so ‘randomly’, “she’s already yours, no need to do all that,” he added on.

Kirishima shrugged as he watched you pour syrup all over your pancakes, “yeah but I guess people need a reminder,” he replied giving Shinsou one last look before ordering his breakfast and intertwining your hand with his again.

ALITA

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spindlebeforesunset · 4 years

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Baby Scenario = Kalim

Woe be the day the firstborn of the Al-asim family be turned into a smol baby. Woe to Jamil who is more than sure he will be completely burned alive if baby Kalim hurts himself because now, everything owned by the grown-up Kalim comes with the unavoidable possibility that his baby self will try to eat it all. Jewelry and phone included in the mix.

Jamil has sent one of the students of Scarabia to tell the Headmaster that Kalim is a baby - much like Malleus Draconia only two weeks before. Crowley comes, sees a burbling Kalim and says that there will be no total class cancellation, but the both of them are given a free day with 'late passes for our homework' coupon and a promise from Professor Crewel and Vil to produce the very same potion used for baby Malleus by nightfall. He leaves, mumbling about his school duties (but the baby...).

With baby Kalim at his hip (nomming on a pillow), Jamil researches how to feed a baby, how to burp it, and how to make it sleep. He resolves to make baby friendly soup because the last thing he needs is Kalim to get a stomachache from the usual food and goes to the kitchen.

Sighing, he places Kalim down in a pillow fence (made by the lower year dorm members at his orders) at the kitchen with some rubber squeaky peacocks and a parrot stuffie to prepare some soup. His only signals are the squeaking and giggles. A ghost pops up and scares the daylights out of Kalim making him cry.

When the ghost disappears, Kalim is too upset to eat but continues playing with his parrot stuffie and sitting on the squeaky toys.

Wrapping up the food, Jamil single-handedly marches all the way to the Mirror Hall with Kalim and all the luggage in tow. Except he forgot that babies love to squirm and it had to be at the worst possible moment at the staircase. Two choices present themselves in a split-second: drop Kalim who will be killed in the drop (and he will face execution) or drop the pillows and food (but Kalim will have nothing to eat). The latter is chosen and everything else is dropped

on Cater's head at the ground floor.

But Kalim wails because his parrot stuffie was dropped down too.

"ARE YOU OKAY?"

"WHO DROPPED SOUP ON ME THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

"QUIET DOWN THE LOT OF YOU I AM NOT DONE WITH THE HISTO- oh. Carry on." Murmurs from the classroom.

Going downstairs, Jamil apologizes while his hair is being tugged by a sobbing baby. Cater sighs and relents but pinches Kalim's cheeks and to their dismay, is followed by a scream. WAAAAAA!

Doors open as lunchtime is announced but everyone gapes in shock as they stare at Jamil and Cater, frozen in shock over a baby.

Malleus is confused but a grim Lilia pushes him to the cafeteria, not answering any of the former's questions. Everyone suppresses a snort.

Students from various dorms offer help in carrying Kalim, but Jamil refuses and only allows for help regarding the pillows, the spilled soup to clean, and the parrot stuffie to be handed to the baby who shuts up as soon as the parrot is given to him by Jack.

In the cafeteria, where Jamil is forced to sit, Trey hands him a milk bottle. He doesn't hide the fact that he is suspicious of it even when Kalim tries to reach for it. Vil taste tests it, declares it free from poison (what the hell Jamil, hisses from Leona), and is the one to shove the milk bottle in the baby's mouth.

After finishing it, Kalim chucks the bottle at Floyd, and is reprimanded by a small slap from Ruggie. Silence. Then Riddle, Jade, Rook, Silver, Leona, and Ortho try to calm Jamil down from flipping the table because how dare you hurt him.

Undeterred by the slap, Kalim immediately falls asleep and Jamil panics big time thinking he died. Rook flicks the babysitter saying that it's only sleep, chill. And that's when Jamil is thankful that he sees a rise and fall of the chest.

At another table, Lilia comments the unfairness of no class cancellation because of another baby scenario.

"Another baby scenario? You mean this happened before - when?" Malleus.

Lilia clamps up whilst Sebek sobs in the distance.

Kalim is still snoring in Jamil's arms when they enter Scarabia Dormitory. Nobody knows why there is already a crib or who brought it, but sleepy baby is settled in.

Jamil reads his textbooks while watching Kalim sleep, but the unfortunate happens at mid-afternoon. Something smells off.

Oh shit, literally.

Headmaster Crowley appears, taking a break from his school duties, and the first thing he spots is Jamil moving on autopilot, putting on his gloves and a face mask. A white towel, slashed in three rectangular pieces lays on a table. Kalim is waving from his crib (how the hell did that even get there). In the end, Crowley is the one that changes the diaper with several imprecations.

Fully awake, Kalim wants to play - but only with Jamil because he slapped Crowley away. Pouty Crowley leaves the both to play in their pillow fort and to remind Divus to prepare the potion alongside Vil.

Jamil goes to the bathroom, but when he comes back, he sees Kalim almost swallowing a whole necklace. He screams NO! , taking the necklace away, and it makes Kalim cry all over again. This time nothing helps and when he is picked up by his descending-into-lunacy babysitter, he yells: "Ba Jam! Ba Jam!" (he probably means 'bad Jamil').

The rest of the afternoon passes, classes are let out, Jamil glares at every student who looks at him and Kalim (who does not want to budge from his big pillow and crying). Riddle pops up to see if there is any magical berserkness, but seeing that there is just a crying baby, leaves them the issued homework for the day. Pictures of his notes are taken with a quiet thanks from Jamil.

Vil and Professor Crewel arrive just as Riddle is leaving. The potion is placed in a milk bottle, then covered up with some milk, violently shaken until it just looks like milk, but Kalim is still crying.

"Discipline him." Crewel.

"How?" Jamil.

"Like this," to everyone's horror, the riding crop is slammed down on the pillow Kalim was crying on (missed the baby, at least). Said baby jumps up from shock, and still seeing the riding crop on the pillow, looks for Jamil and cries for him.

"I guess I'll have to do it again!"

"PROFESSOR, NO!"

Vil has to be led out by some students because he's laughing too hard.

Poor traumatized Kalim drinks up the antidote and snuggles his face to Jamil's hoodie so that he does not have to look at a bemused Professor Crewel. After being burped, Jamil places him in the bedroom and sleeps.

The next morning, Kalim wakes up to see an exhausted Jamil asleep on a lounge chair. Then the milk bottle near him. He recalls Malleus and is only left one conclusion.

"Hey, Jamil, did I turn into a baby this time?"

"Zzzzz."

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leemaht · 4 years

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can i rq a break up au w/ futakuchi and 36 56 62 feelin angsty lately 😳😳

your wish is my command! i definitely didn't cry writing this, haha. wouldn't do that.

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the last chance you had

prompts: ‘you know that i love you, right? right?’; ‘stay away from me! i don’t want to see you!’; ‘i know what i said and i know i can’t take it back but i want you to know that i didn’t mean it.’

warnings: angst, toxic relationship, mention of sexual harassment/rape, swearing, mentally abusive

pairing: futakuchi kenji x reader

summary: this is a sad little story about futakuchi kenji, who doesn’t know how to express love and care until it is too late. or rather does not realize how much of a jerk he is until it is too late.

notes: this is a goddamn whole lot more dark and angsty than i intended, so enjoy with caution

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thursday. a normal day for futakuchi kenji, or so he thought.

wrong he was. it was the day he would lose the one and only love of his life. the person he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. the person he had imagined to marry and start a family with. you.

it was the day you finally gathered enough sadness, lonesomeness and unhappiness for the barrel to run over. it wasn’t like you didn’t love him. your love was never the issue. there were several reasons leading you to this breaking point.

1. futakuchi kenji made you believe he didn’t care about you.

he forgot important events easily. he forgot about your first anniversary and even after you reminded and presented him your thoughtful gift you had spent so much time and money on, he shrugged it off and told you it wasn’t a big deal.

he forgot about your birthday, he didn’t even congratulate you like every other of your friends did. all his teammates knew about your birthday and remembered him, most of them had congratulated you themselves. but your boyfriend decided to text you the word ‘congrats’ at 11 pm.

and it was true. futakuchi didn’t care about all this ‘minor stuff’, all he cared for was you so he thought that was enough. but you didn’t get that idea. for you it was just hurtful.

2. futakuchi kenji made you feel alone.

he forgot about you in general, you thought. it happened more than once that you were scheduling a date and he left you hanging. it happened more than once that he left you waiting for hours, alone at a shady location without answering one of your many calls and text messages, sometimes even in the rain and wind. one time at school he had asked you to come to the park this evening and even though it was a normal week day, you had agreed. you arrived at 8 pm as settled, waiting on a park bench for your boyfriends arrival, but he never came.

after about two hours a text message from him came in.

‘do you want me to come over now?’ it said, as if he didn’t even know what he had done.

‘leave me alone.’ you texted back hoping to animate him to ask you what was the matter but he left you on read.

you made your way home, locked the door and cried the whole night after being cat called at least 7 times on your way back in the dark night. futakuchi didn’t write you for the next few days, making you feel even more abandoned then before. he took your ‘leave me alone’ literally and intended to give you room to breathe because he honestly forgot about his request of meeting you. he assumed you had a private problem and didn’t want to barge in. after becoming the new captain of the team his life got a lot more busy, so he forgot about the little things. he was a very forgetful person to begin with but it got worse since then.

3. futakuchi kenji made you feel ashamed.

he couldn’t keep secrets. there you were entrusting him with some of the most important secrets of your life and the told them to others without a second thought and with a smile on his face.

the time you got a bad mark on one of your tests you had learned for so long. you asked him not to mention it to your parents when he would visit you this afternoon, because you wanted to tell them yourself. and he agreed. only five minutes later he bragged to your parents how his mark was so much better than yours, to which your parents sent him home and gave you a lecture about why you would keep secrets from them.

when you texted him about this he thought it was funny how you got so angry at minor inconveniences and made fun of you. he intended this to be his apology and brighten up your mood but when you didn’t text him back he let you be.

the time one of your grandparents died and you asked him not to tell anybody, because you only wanted your friends to know. this day you came too late to class but when you entered everybody, including the teacher gave you a pitying look. that’s when you knew he had told all of your classmates even though you told him not to. you cried silent tears of disappointment but everybody assumed they were because of sadness and tried to comfort you. you hated this kind of pity and attention and left, crying even more than before.

but futakuchi didn’t follow you but left you space. he was the kind of guy who thought space and silence could fix everything.

the time you did something embarrassing and asked him not to tell anybody but when you went to the gym to give him his bag he had forgotten in the classroom you clearly heard him tell his whole team the story. you dropped the bag so loud it made him look at you, turned around and ran away crying. he didn’t follow you though. you know, ‘space’. you earned a lot of empathy of aone and the rest though as they realized you suffered as much from futakuchi as they did. maybe even worse.

4. futakuchi kenji made you feel unimportant.

he always put you in fourth place. his first place was volleyball, his second place was his family, his third place was his school work and in fourth and last place was you.

he cancelled important meetings with you for stuff like ‘my mom wanted me to buy flour. she said it was alright if i did it tomorrow, but i want to do it now.’ he ditched you for lunch because he rather ate and discussed with his teammates. the cancelled dates because he met up with his teammates. when you asked to study together for a test, he refused because you only ‘slowed him down’.

5. futakuchi kenji made you feel unloved.

all this facts put together and also even though you were dating for over one and a half year now and you had said it so many times, he had never before told you that he loved you, made you feel this way.

the first time you said it was 7 months into the relationship. he answered with ‘thank you.’ you assumed it was too soon for him and left it, but the more you said it the more he dodged.

‘i love you’ ‘right.’ or ‘ok’ or ‘i know’

you honestly couldn’t remember a single week in the last 6 month in which you didn’t at least cry 3 times because of him.

thursday

one day after the worst day of your life. you had talked things out though, for now at least.

after all the fights and break downs you had,you decided to give your boyfriend one last chance and promised yourself, if he blew this up you would end all this suffering and break up. you wanted to be happy again, something you hadn’t been for a while or at least not with futakuchi.

you wore your most cheery smile and pick him up after practice, but events took a bad turn.

after practice had ended you greeted your boyfriend with a big smile and sweet words, which he didn’t return of course. he just nodded in your direction and gave you a quick peck and disappeared in the changing rooms. koganegawa was the first one to leave the changing room. he was also the one bringing doom.

as he walked past you you attempted to greet him as usual, but he wasn’t as cheery as you were used to. rather he looked at you a little suspicious. after asking him what was the matter he answered.

‘captain was in a bad mood today.’ he said gloomily

‘hm, why was that? he seemed normal to me.’

‘well, he said something about you screaming at him yesterday for no reason.’ by this time more people had left the changing room and stood by you.

‘that’s what he said? ‘for no reason’?’ kogane nodded. you looked down on the ground with a defeated smile as the tears started flowing. kogane tried to comfort you clueless and aone patted your back slowly as he guessed what was happening.

after about two minutes futakuchi stepped out of the changing room last, locked after him and walked towards your crying form.

‘hey what you crying about?’ he rather stated then asked, without the slightest hint of worry or empathy.

you clenched your fists at his reaction. ‘did you tell everyone i screamed at you for no reason yesterday?’ you asked though gritted teeth. kogane and aone were still standing behind you as a kind of moral support as both of them... all of them knew how futakuchi was.

‘huh, that’s what all this is about?’ he stated unimpressed. ‘yes, i did.’

‘do you seriously believe that?’ your anger grew more and more but you referred from shouting.

‘yeah.’ you only nodded absently. ‘then tell me the reason.’

‘are you telling me you forgot about all i said yesterday?’ he averted your gaze.

‘kogane.’ you spoke up. ‘did he tell you guys that the day before yesterday was our one and a half years anniversary?’

‘no’ he answered.

‘interesting. did he tell you that he forgot about it until i reminded him?’

‘no’ he answered again.

‘alright, did he tell you that he asked me to come out to the park yesterday, when it was already dark outside? and that he texted me again and again that he would be there in 5 minutes but never actually showed up and made me wait for 3 hours in the darkness and cold?’

‘no..’ kogane was shocked, so was the rest. but the story didn’t end there.

‘did he tell you guys, that on my way home two weird guys followed me, so i had to run? the funny thing is they also started running after me.’ you stated in sarcasm hiding your fear. ’did he tell you that they followed me until i was home and that they even knocked on my door, so that i had to wake up my parents? did he tell you that they actually broke a window trying to get in, so that we had to call the police who told us that those two guys were convicted criminals?’ by the time you reached this point of the story you were in tears. the whole team looked as if they were ready to throw punches at futakuchi. some of them hugged you or offered comforting words. they already did way more for you than futakuchi ever did in your whole 1 1/2 years.

‘did he tell you that when i told him, he made fun of me and said i shouldn’t act like such a pussy?’ you ended your story. truth is futakuchi had gone crazy after you told him all of that. he wanted to prank you by cancelling the date but would have never thought that this would take such dangerous turns. he hadn’t slept for a minute that night and paced around his house aimlessly. but he didn’t want you to know that and tried invalidate the situation a little bit. after you hadn’t answered anymore he assumed you had gone to bed already. aone grabbed futakuchi by the collar.

while the scene unfolded itself you spoke up.

‘futakuchi. i’m done. i can’t take all of this any longer. the worst part of this is that this wasn’t even the worst thing you ever did. but i can’t or don’t want to accept this any more.’

‘w-wait. what are you saying.’ he stuttered still in the grasp of aone.

‘i’m saying that this is over. i’m breaking up.’ with this you turned around and walked away, leaving the rest of the team in awe. aone let go of futakuchi and paced after you, offering to walk you home.

futakuchi screamed your name and tried to losen the grip of kamasaki who took aone’s spot to run after you but you screamed back.

‘stay away from me! i don’t want to see you! never again.’ as your tears started flooding again. aone put a protecting arm around you as you two walked out of reach.

friday

this day futakuchi arrived at school with a black eye. [kamasaki lost his temper] and you ignored him all day. but this afternoon there was a knock on your door.

it was him.

‘y/n, please open up. we need to talk.’ he sounded desperate. you opened it a slit. ‘i have talked so many times,i’m done with it.’ you wanted to close the door again but he put a hand against it.

‘you know that i love you, right? right?’ he was now in tears.

‘you sure didn’t act like it.’ you deadpanned hoping to overtone the emptiness and sadness you were feeling inside. futakuchi broke, not knowing what you meant. in his eyes he had tried his best in showing you his feelings and knowing that you didn’t think the same made him furious. but before he could even say another word, you already closed the door and left him, like he did so many times. he reflected.

reflected on his behavior just now and yesterday and always and knew he had fucked up.

you received one last text message from him this day, saying:

‘ i know what i said and i know i can’t take it back but i want you to know that i didn’t mean it. and what i did. i know i am a horrible person. please. please, tell me you forgive me.’

you texted back:

‘i was breaking because of you. i have endured all of this long enough and yesterday i decided to give you one last chance and you blew it up. i think i deserve to be happy, but i cannot with you. i can’t forgive you for all the things you did to me. you made me a broken mess. also, if you hadn’t meant it you wouldn’t have said it in the first place.’

you pressed ‘send’ and waited for the signal that he had read it. when you saw that he started typing, you blocked his number and put your phone down.

this night you didn’t cry because of him, but because you knew everything would be alright from now.

#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! fanfiction #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu!!#futakuchi x reader #futakuchi kenji

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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BLINDFOLD (GUESS WHO)

One shot: The entire class starts to play “hide and clap” with a little twist, well for Camila, there is. What happens to both her and her bestfriend, Lauren once they get caught up in the ‘little twist’?

A/N: Just a short one shot, I hope you enjoy! (5H x 1D fic)

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Junior high. It was about to end in only a few months to last, with Senior high starting to take a peek in to their lives, waiting for them to finish their last year as a young and free student in the four corners of their school. Camila thought to herself, how fast would time fly if their class chooses to spend it on quietness?

It was 10:30am and their Math teacher was out for a teacher’s convention. Turning the next page of the book, Camila felt calm, in fact, so calm that she couldn’t think of anything anymore besides getting the right logarithmic equations for the graphs their teacher left for them to answer. She felt tired, being a result of having lack of sleep due to a bunch of Science home works.

She closed her book for a while and took a deep breath. She stretched her arms and yawned. She definitely needed that sleep. Her elbows propped on the armchair as her chin rested on her palms. Her eyes wandered around the classroom searching for something interesting to do, but landed on the green eyes by her left. The green-eyed girl was situated one seat away from her, and with the eye contact, they shared a smile. It actually lasted for a few seconds, more than Camila could take, so she broke it.

Camila somehow still remained smiling after breaking the eye contact. The girl she just shared a look with, was Lauren Jauregui. The Lauren Jauregui who’s known to be the consistent MVP of the softball team due to her skills, but also the one Camila had a few fun talks with whenever she conducted an interview with her, being a journalist in their school. The Lauren Jauregui who is well-known for her amazing Math abilities, but also the one who stays in school a little longer just to study with Camila for a History exam. The Lauren Jauregui who probably owned the hallways due to her status, but also the one who approached Camila on the first day and went with her when she was lost. And most of all, the Lauren Jauregui who’s cheerful and everyone’s favourite when it comes to social parties and gatherings, but also the one who cried in Camila’s arms when her father never came back after she finished sophomore year.

Camila was special to Lauren when it came to connecting and being vulnerable. Lauren was special to Camila too, but she was, in a different way. Along the way, Camila grew an unbearable feeling, with her heart pounding and having puppy eyes every time she was with the girl. She liked her for her heart and not for her status, but unfortunately, she would always feel down when she thinks of the fact that maybe, the feeling isn’t the same. That she was just a trusted close friend to her, that when she needed to pour her heart out, she needed to be there, but she was nothing more than that to her.

Camila and Lauren have been friends since freshman, in fact, they were each other’s first friends in high school, until they parted ways, have gone to different groups, but somehow still found ways to reconnect with each other like going out for coffee, hanging out after a short school interview, or sitting silent on the school rooftop when one of them just wanted to let out some emotions. They always had this unspoken promise to be there for one another because they knew each other ever since they’re lives kind of changed as they stepped foot in to the high school life.

They provided each other that safe haven no matter how far they got. Lauren will always be there to smile at Camila in the crowd during her games, and Camila will always be there to smile back.

Camila haven’t noticed the change of activity in the classroom until she felt her Math book drop from her armchair. She whined to herself for letting it slip, but before she could pick it up, Lauren stopped her reaching hand halfway, and reached for the book herself. She didn’t even notice the green-eyed girl dismount from her seat. Lauren smiled as she placed the book back on Camila’s armchair, and not only did she do that, but also pinched the smaller girl’s cheeks before heading to the lockers at the back of their room.

Camila blushed when Lauren was now out of her sight. She just gets all flustered because of her. Having feelings for a friend is fun since you guys grow a bond already, but at the same time, it’s really difficult to control yourself around them.

“Guys, I’m bored. Let’s go play or do something.” One of the students, Dinah, said to the entire class. Almost all the students agreed, including Camila, also having noticed the very mundane atmosphere. Some students headed outside for a breather or went to the restroom, and some declined, just preferring to watch the action that would take place.

Normani said, “Sure, what game do you guys want?”

The group of students pondered and proceeded to think. Camila just waited for anything that they would come up with.

“How about…” The curly-haired tall boy trailed. “How about that game where you blindfold someone, they’ll go find you, and they have to guess who that person is. And when person was guessed, they’ll be the new ‘it’.”

“You mean ‘Hide and Clap?’” The blond Irish boy asked.

“Maybe?” He replied.

Dinah interrupted. “I think we can go with that, except maybe running can be involved. But when the ‘it’ grabs you or something, you are not allowed to escape from them and that’s when they’ll find out who you are. It’s more fun, and will be more of a challenge for the ‘it’.”

They all chuckled and agreed. The curly-haired boy said while smiling, “You are evil, Dinah.”

“Just being creative, Harry.” The girl replied and they all formed a circle with Dinah singing a short song that’ll last until the song stops on a player.

“….As. Sharp. As. A. Pen.” Dinah finished with her finger pointed at Lauren.

All except Lauren were relieved for not being the ‘it’, at the same time, teased the green-eyed girl.

Camila laughed and said, “Lauren’s the ‘it’.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Lauren said, jokingly rolling her eyes. She turned around, waiting for the blindfold to take place.

Zayn did the honour of blindfolding her and making sure she couldn’t see. Ally whispered something to Dinah, and Dinah made a step towards the blindfolded girl.

“Don’t worry, Lo. You can ask us to clap as many times as you want.” She finished, then pinched her nose. Lauren’s face scrunched up at the action and slapped away Dinah’s hand. “Okay spin her around.”

Zayn held her by the shoulders to spin her around. “1….2…….3!” He said, then they all made a move to get far away from her. Their classroom chairs were tidied up to one side, leaving a massive space for them to run and play.

Camila hid by the curtain behind Lauren. Others hid in the corner or behind the teacher’s desk.

Lauren’s arms stretched out, trying to feel if there was someone or maybe just navigating her way. A few giggles were heard by her when she did that, and now, all she had to do was know where they stood.

“Clap!” The girl said and everyone clapped. She walked further from Camila while literally every player transported to the brown-eyed girl’s spot.

Now, she was facing the wrong direction, unknowing to the fact that the players were behind her.

The moment Camila checked Lauren’s steady position, she thought of something crazy. Something that she really felt the need to do, now that this game would be the best chance to do it.

So without a second thought, she ran over to the blindfolded girl, and as she got close enough, she placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Lauren was caught by surprise. The girl reached out to know who did that, but was too late. Camila quickly returned to her former spot while the other players were stunned too at the action, then making giggling sounds and fist-bumping with the brunette afterwards.

“Who was that?” Lauren said referring to the one who kissed her. She seemed to pick up the giggling from behind her, so she faced their direction. Many of the players started to scram away quietly while Camila decided to stay until she gets close. Lauren was walking steadily to her direction, getting closer and closer.

Dinah, to her right, tried to get the small girl’s attention by waving her hands, thinking that Camila is crazy for letting the blindfolded girl get to her. Camila just waved Dinah off, reassuring her that she would be fine.

When the green-eyed girl got to a very close proximity with her, Camila closed the distance by placing a chaste kiss on her lips this time.

Everyone made gasping sounds, amused by the scene. Camila, on the other hand, ran away as fast as she could to the other side of the room beside Louis, with her smile so evident and cheeks presenting a tomato colour.

“I swear to god, who are you?!” Lauren asked, almost annoyed, which made the majority laugh.

Watching the blindfolded girl wander around, Louis looked at Camila with a smug expression. The girl picked up on it easily.

“So, you and Jauregui huh?” He said.

Camila just snorted, “In my dreams.” Her hopes to have Lauren to like her, are just way low. The thought of the green-eyed girl falling for someone like her, seemed impossible. Why would she even develop feelings for a lame dork like her?

Camila continued, “Just had to let my feelings out in an anonymous way.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Mila.” He replied. “Oh, she’s coming our way!” With that, the British boy got up to his feet and went to another location in the room.

Camila, once again, stayed. One more time, she thought, with a slightly devilish expression – well devilish but cute expression.

She waited for the blindfolded girl to get closer. Lauren’s arms were stretched just in case she reaches one of the players or maybe hit a wall.

But before anyone has ever expected it coming, Camila runs to her, catches her off-guard, and kisses her pinkish lips once again. She was about to break away from the kiss and run away, until Lauren instantly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in closer. She was caught and she can’t escape anymore. But what surprised her was that Lauren stayed put, and indeed, kissed her back. The small brunette couldn’t believe it. Lauren’s lips felt like heaven, so soft and so gentle. She found herself closing her eyes at the sensation the green-eyed girl’s lips brought.

Camila felt her insides exploding, new to the fact that she was sharing a real kiss with the girl she developed feelings for. The sounds and reactions from their classmates were not a care anymore. All she could think about was the amazing girl holding her.

Lauren pulled away for a moment when they were out of breath. She chuckled as she touched the face of the small girl, and rubbed her cheeks with her thumb. “Uhuh, just when you thought you were getting away this time.” She said with huskiness in which Camila would die for just to hear. “Naughty girl.”

The smaller one’s face burned at the last phrase. She was stagnant, not knowing what to say or react.

Dinah, from the other side of the room who was amused watching their scene, said to Lauren. “Well, Jauregui, come and guess who this naughty girl is.”

Lauren, still with a blindfold, smiled widely. Camila’s heartbeat picked up its pace at the sight and at the thought that she may actually know that it was her.

“I don’t need to guess.” Lauren said. “I know who she is.” With that, Camila shared a look with Louis. All the redness from Camila’s face was now gone. She’s done. She’ll never have the audacity to face Lauren anymore.

But Lauren continued, “So Camila Cabello, do you mind if I kiss you for the rest of my life?”

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A/N: wOOH you have made it to the end and have a great life :)

#UPDATE #one shot #AU #camren #laurmani #caminah #normila #norminah #action adventure #humour #romance fluff #submission #BLINDFOLD GUESS WHO

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「 You can’t break something that is already broken 」

MISC.

Name. ( 愛死黒 ) Aishi Kuro. Date of birth. April 4th ( Zodiac sign: Aries ) Sexual orientation. Bisexual. Languages. Japanese &&. English. Blood type. O + → Physical traits ♡ Eye color. Black. Hair color. Grey. Height. 5'10 / 179cm Body. Slightly-built. → School profile ♡ Class. 2-1. Personality. Devoted &&. Kuudere. Self-defense. Capable.

VERSES.

Main verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ Lovesick ; Kuro ／ ᴹᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍˡᵉˢˢ 」

He hasn’t found love, per se. All students look exactly the same to him and it certainly didn’t help the way his mother kept on pressuring to find the one. Currently holds no interest in anyone and his only friend is Midori given they had been neighbours and playmates since children. His communication skills are a bit rusty but he shows a facade of being a bit awkward yet kind and reliable.

In love ( dere ) verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ Dere ; Kuro ／ ᴺᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ 」

Already finding the reason for which he came into this world ( or so, he was indicated to believe ), he’ll do everything he can and beyond to make this person be with him and earn the approval of Ryoba. However, Kuro doesn’t wishes to cause harm to anyone since he believes everyone is also looking for that special person that gives them meaning into this life—so he resolves everything in practical and gentle ways: matchmaking, doing favors, etc. His love will be his but not through hurting, he knows too well how abuse and pain feels. Sidenote: His obssessive behavior is still present as he still stalks.

In love ( yan ) verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ Yan ; Kuro ／ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ 」

He found love. He believes he found a person that he can possess and nothing nor anyone will get in that way. Kuro doesn’t care what others might believe, he doesn’t care what they might feel—it’s h i s one true love, if he needs to commit murder in order to achieve his goal. He will ( after all, hasn’t his mother prepared him for this day? ). His seduction, biology and chemistry skills are the sharpest he has, in second place comes self-defense, numbness and psychology.

Lowest atmosphere verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ Low ; Kuro ／ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃʸ 」

Because of a careless and ridiculous mistake caused by a last minute reacting conscience, school is almost impossible for him to carry on with his mission—but he won’t fail. He can’t allow himself to fail again, fearing what Ryoba would do when she finds out. He decided to keep a memento of his failure, a handmade keychain of two similar looking ribbons.

Ayano & Kuro twins verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ Two ; Kuro ／ ᵗʷᵒ ˢⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᶜᵒⁱⁿ 」

Ryoba was beyond pleased upon expecting twins, a blessing—she called it. But as her children grew up, they only saw each other as an annoying existence that happens to share rooftop and parents. They don’t care particulary about each other, but they won’t help the other if in trouble. Sharing blood didn’t mean a single thing.

Fandomless verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ Student ; Kuro ／ ᵂʰⁱᵗᵉ ᶜᵃⁿᵛᵃˢ 」

Takes place in any school. Ryoba due some circumstances had to immediatly evacuate their former home, albeit she was clearly angry and filled with hatered—they only had the option to do as told and follow her.A new home, new school—new you. Perhaps, in this place he might find love?

My candy love verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ ; Kuro ／」

Tba

Persona 5 verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ ; Kuro ／」

tw ; dark-themes, abuse, manipulation, mention of rape.

The Hermit ( in reverse meaning... loneliness, paranoia, isolation, being reclusive, withdrawal, anti-social, restrictive, paralysed by fear ) prior challenging and winning over Ryoba’s Palace, in which his confidant turns upright meaning.. spiritual enlightenment, soul searching, self-reflection, introspection, contemplation, inner guidance, solitude. Confidant skills.* x Service Butler, allows Kuro to help with housekeeping in general due to his multitasking habilty. x Facade, Kuro will gather extremely specific information about a person without leaving gaps. From routine to interests. x Hide and seek, allows a double chance for swapping two members of current party and avoid a fatal blow on both ocassions. x Emergency call, most damaged member of the party is healed a thirty percent and gets a chance to be immune for a short amount of time. x Bird watching, increases both HP and SP significally per round to the member with the lowest ones. MAX. evolves to Quick reflexes, it allows a member to dodge fatal attack on different ocassions or directly nullify an attack to a member party plus increasing SP at random.

Transfering to Shujin Academy was shocking. It was an entire different place from where they lived but if his mother had a reasoning on why to transfer him there, he had little to no choice in the matter. It was devasting knowing that he’d stay in a new house ( when did she have time to purchase and furniture one? Kuro didn’t even know what was her line of work ) but, at the very least, his mother was quick to hush his main worries: her cards were already linked and would authomatically pay for the house expenses he’d only need to get a work to pay his. It wasn’t that comforting, but he’d take what he could. New uniform, new classmates, the entire unknown enviroment... Kuro wasn’t adjusting well, he wasn’t adjusting at all. He was scared of hurting others, he was frightened of all students... Midori, his main anchor, wasn’t here. Only now it dawned on him how much he needed the presence of a friend, of some human warmth and emotional connection. All he knew was loneliness. Unbeknown to him, a group of fellow students were taking full charge of things behind the scenes: one of the teachers who was the main topic of gossip yet no one had acted on it or had actual evidence ended up confessing for every wrongdoing of his. The man was unrecognizable. It gave Kuro a hope he didn’t know he had, a small flame lit up in his dark world; it was tiny, a single blow could get rid of it... but it was warm. It was enough to burn him. His mother returned earlier than expected, he had been surviving by working on a themed café. She was unhappy, if previously her voice alone was beyond enough to make him tremble the look on her face, that palpable disappointment in the air, he feared for his life. It only took a moment for him to make up his mind and request help of these Phantom Thieves, for them to take charge and give her a change of heart he couldn’t keep living like that, it took literally being abandoned and tossed aside for Kuro to realize his beloved mother who cared dearly about him was in reality an abusive and manipulative woman and that himself was only a puppet, and only that. To come back to his senses and reach out for help, it was a relief for him when his mother ended up in jail. It also was, in a way, heart breaking: to learn that his mother had killed and ruined the life of a girl who had done nothing wrong but love his father, to learn she made miserable so many others. That he, that Kuro was the product of rape itself it’s safe to assume that he cried non-stop for hours, that he yelled at her until his voice ran out. It was the first time that he had experimented such strong and volatile emotions. After it was all over, for once in his life, he didn’t feel empty. Instead, it was the entire opposite , he felt whole, Kuro felt that he owed everything to the Phantom Thieves but it felt wrong to say he owned them, that he should dedicate his life to them hence why he decided he’d live for them and dedicate his life to actually live than reside in the confides he was used to. To expand his little world and no longer be afraid since there was nothing and no one holding him back. Not any longer, at last.

Fandomless verse. TAG. 「 V ♡ ; Kuro ／」

Tba.

RELATIONSHIPS.

These will be based on canon until someone requests to be main or exclusive!

Aishi Ryoba. His mother is the one person he fears the most in this entire world yet, at the same time, he wants to believe she is also the one person who cares about him and loves him the most, that she wants to teach him right from wrong since Ryoba makes clear she loves her child before he was even born. Kuro has a hard time understanding that he, in fact, is abused constantly. Not once his father displayed actual affection towards him but only Ryoba was there emotionally manipulating him. Shaping him into who she wanted, the concept of freedom doesn’t ring any bells he has a breakdown when she leaves for those ten weeks since now he has no one to tell him what to do, he is utterly lost and needs guidance.

Aishi Shiawase ( verse dependant ). Kuro isn't aware how he feels exactly towards his older brother even more so because Shiawase seems to hate their parents which confuses him to no end. Still, he likes to believe they are in good terms.

Aishi Ayano ( verse dependant ). Complicated. Neither of them appreciate or dislike each other's presence but if truly needed, they'll become allies for one common goal that will benefit both parties. Though they have a higher posibility of getting along than they both give credit to.

Midori Gurin. If he had to label the most annoying girl in his classroom as anything, that had to be his childhood best friend. She was the one who started to speak to him when every other kid mistreated him and taught him about her own hobbies in case he shared them—which was soon to be the case. In a way, Kuro cares about Midori's existence and would be highly upset if anything happened to her. She was, and still is, his own anchor to the real world.

Info-san. For some reason or another, this mysterious person had approached him with ulterior motives—to hurt someone; albeit this was confusing, Kuro didn't see any negative aspects in doing them favors in exchange of a reward or information he might need.

Character. TAG. TBA.

TAGS.

「 Aishi Kuro ／ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ 」

「 Aishi Kuro ／ INQUIRY 」

「 Aishi Kuro ／ MUSINGS 」

「 Aishi Kuro ／ VISAGE 」

「 Aishi Kuro ／ INTROSPECTIVE 」

「 Aishi Kuro ／ MANNERISMS 」

「 Aishi Kuro ／ ROMANCE 」

「 Aishi Kuro ／ CRACK 」

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