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Love Playlist #1: HOME (Han)

«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME»

"For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes."

Pairing: Han x Fem!reader Genre: college au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, fluff, mutual pining Warnings: mild swearing Word Count: 7k

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You have three strict rules that you must follow. One, no going out after eleven. Two, never leave the house without your cell phone. And three, never, ever, fall in love with Han Jisung.

Unfortunately, you’ve broken that third rule already. In fact, you’re still breaking it, charring it to a crisp, and throwing it out like the trash you both begrudgingly take turns with. But how can you not? Because when it comes to your doe-eyed best friend who is serenely sitting in front of you, the whole rulebook is torn up.

Jisung quietly flips through his growing stack of manga, blissfully unaware of the way your heart accelerates whenever he reads a particularly entertaining segment and his eyes light up in amusement.You should remind him to stay on track, but you can’t bear to stop him because of how cute he looks, his legs unconsciously swinging under the table and his fifth banana lollipop of the day shoved into his mouth.

You’re both sitting together in the library at your special table beside the big window, the place that is always secluded no matter what, as if some higher power knows to keep it aside for you and Jisung for whenever you desire. Both of you are supposed to be studying for your finals, the objectively worst part of the entire year. You’re both seniors, so the slew of exams coming up should be a piece of cake for you, except both of you have grad school next year— you’ll be starting on your PhD, while Jisung, a computer engineering major, will be working towards a master’s degree— so you still have to worry about all of your final grades.

“I hate this.” Jisung looks up from the book in his hands, closing it shut. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.”

“It’s almost over. Then we’ll finally graduate and get to enjoy our summer,” you reply. “And then our lives begin.”

And the elation building in your chest is real, because although you have a tough couple of days ahead of you, the end of this year will be a testament to everything you have accomplished. You have your summer mapped out already; you’re going to be completing groundbreaking cancer research at an esteemed biologist’s lab, days filled with productivity along with exciting nights exploring adulthood and freedom with your friends. Even though you’ll still have school, you’ll only have to be doing what you’re passionate about, leaving behind the mandatory literature and calculus courses that brought you so many tears over the duration of college.

“Not for me.” Jisung sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. “It’ll never end.”

Lately, Jisung has become increasingly stressed about graduation. He doesn’t come from a wealthy background, with his mother being a grocery store cashier and his father out of the picture. You’re aware he’s under immense pressure to do well in school and then get a good job that will take care of both him and his mother, when she’s unable to provide for herself. Worst of all, Jisung had to ditch his dream of becoming a musician and instead focus on something more practical, which ended up being a profession in computers. Of course, like anything else he puts his effort into, Jisung excels in computer engineering, and he’s come to terms with giving up his passion, but you know it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask softly, reaching for his hand. He accepts it, but he turns his head to gaze at the street beyond the window.

“It’s okay.”

You don’t press any further, because you know that it will just break him down, and neither of you can afford that right now at such a crucial time. Instead, you resolve to brighten his mood, like he does with you anytime you’re down. “Let’s just hope we don’t get food poisoning tomorrow.”

Your attempt works, because Jisung meets your eyes, a smile permeating his solemn expression and before widening into a full grin, at the memory of the time you both first met. Remembrance comes like the summer breeze you look so forward to, washing over you both like a tidal wave. And just like that, it’s freshman year and you’re standing at the bus stop near your old dormitory building.

You anxiously devoured the notebook pages in your hands, alternating between cramming the tiny text and scanning the road for the bus that was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Your stomach ached from the food poisoning you contracted earlier that morning, an unwelcome byproduct of the dubious cauliflower and tuna tacos served at the dining hall the night before.

This was horrible timing too, especially because you had your first test of the academic year that day. When you should have been bent over your statistics notes, you were cooped up in the bathroom for the previous few hours, clutching the toilet bowl as you watched the clock above you tick menacingly.

You bounced on your toes anxiously, before a strange, squeaking sound met your ears. You whirled around to see a boy approaching you while struggling to pull a large, bulging suitcase along with him. He finally succeeded, collapsing onto the bus stop bench while coughing and wheezing up a storm that rivaled the ominous clouds in the sky. You reached into the side pocket of your backpack, pulling out your unopened plastic water bottle and handing it over to him.

He looked at your offering hand in surprise, before gratefully accepting. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes while he gulped down the cool water. You watched him finish the entire bottle with a dizzying speed and then recycle it in the bin next to the bus stop. The boy was lanky, sporting an oversized Pokémon t-shirt and battered sneakers, and overdue for a haircut, the locks flopping over his sweaty forehead.

“Thank you so much.” He said.

“Of course. What’s in the suitcase?”

The boy fondly ran a hand over the worn-out seams of the object of your curiosity. “I promised my roommate that I would give him all of my old books for his class project. I have no idea why he wants them, but then again, art students are weird.”

He looked up at you not even a second later, alarm in his eyes. “Unless you’re an art student! In that case, I didn’t mean what I said.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “No, I’m a biology major. And yes, I agree.”

He beamed. “I’m Han Jisung. First year, computer engineering. Anime and cheesecake lover. Spicy food hater.”

“Y/N. I’m a freshman, too, and I also love anime and cheesecake. Chocolate cheesecake, to be specific. And I can’t stand spicy food.”

“Chocolate supremacy!” Jisung gasped, clamping a palm over his mouth. “This is meant to be.”

You let out a hearty laugh at his theatrics. “Exactly.”

At that moment, the bus finally arrived, rolling to a stop next to you both. You helped Jisung push his suitcase full of storybooks up the steps of the bus and into the aisle. You sat on one of the seats in the back, and Jisung followed suit, plopping down right next to you. As he did, you noticed him wince, clutching his stomach. Concern bloomed in you for this precious stranger that you just met.

“Are you okay?”

He clutches his stomach once more, smiling embarrassedly. “I got food poisoning. I should have known better than to trust the dining hall food.”

You pause, as the ironic delight of the situation sets in, allowing the pain to fade away and leaving you to wonder about the odds of meeting Jisung. “No way! Me too!”

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s destiny. Mutual food poisoning. Now we definitely have to be friends.”

Later, after you had exchanged numbers and plenty of laughs, parting ways at your respective bus stops, you would meet again at the university hospital. Both of you had contracted a salmonella infection.

Unbeknownst to you and Jisung, that delayed bus and salmonella would determine the trajectory of the rest of your lives. Over time, you both emerged from the shackles of a hesitant acquaintance to the kind of bond that never breaks, even with time, distance, or the grievances of being young. You witnessed each other grow up, fall in love and out of love, and get drunk on piña coladas at the bar next to the college gym you both pretended to go to regularly.

Somewhere along the way, after Loser Boyfriend Number Three, as Jisung tried to cheer you up with his horrible jokes and the burned brownies that he nuked in the residence hall kitchen microwave, you realized that you were wasting your time on people who weren’t worth it. Because the only person who was worth it was the one who had been by your side all the time. Jisung.

Betrayed by your treacherous heart, you began to see Jisung— your person, your study buddy, your fake fiancé when you both were trying to score free dessert with a restaurant proposal— as more than just a friend. In fear of your feelings potentially ruining your friendship, something more dear to you than any form of romance, as you so believed they would, you swore to never speak to Jisung of it. But you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore about the worst. You fell in love with your best friend.

“What did the farmer say after he lost his tractor?”

“I have no idea, Jisung.”

“‘Hey, where’s my tractor?’ Get it?” Jisung bursts out laughing, slapping his thigh. He doubles over, his whole body shaking with laughter at the unimpressed look on your face, which makes everything funnier for him.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” You exclaim, trying to push him. Jisung just keeps giggling, dodging you masterfully.

You both have given up on your library study session, resolving to take a break at your favorite coffee shop and meet up with the rest of your friends in your circle. The setting sun has streaked the blue sky with its golden rays and puffy pink clouds, enveloping the entire campus in a hazy glow. It’s a pleasant May evening, with the scent of your college’s famed peonies along with the excitement of Spring lingering in the air. The street lights that line the sidewalk are already turned on, but not many people are outside enjoying the weather, except for a few students playing a game of Frisbee on the athletic field. Everyone else is locked away in their rooms or the library, grinding for their upcoming exams.

“Well, I have a better one anyway.” Jisung states, clearing his throat dramatically.

You roll your eyes as you near your destination, an unassuming red-brick building tucked away in a larger complex of stores. Purple morningstar blossoms border the door of the small shop in clumps of dainty vines, no doubt the namesake of Morningstar Coffee House. Fairy lights are strung around the glass block windows, which offer a glimpse of the inviting warmth inside.

“Let’s hear it.”

Jisung jogs ahead of you and opens the door for you, gallantly gesturing for you to go first. “What did Y/N say to Jisung when they went to the coffee shop together?”

The comforting smell of pastries and dark roast coffee engulfs you as you step into Morningstar. The strung lanterns and groovy jazz music playing in the background welcome you like a hug from a long-distance friend. You can’t believe it’s been so long since you’ve gone anywhere other than the library, the lecture halls, or the tiny apartment you and Jisung share.

“I don’t know.” You humor Jisung, still playing along and waiting for his ridiculous punchline.

He smirks at you. “I love you a latte!”

You feign disgust, but secretly, you are elated because of how genuinely touching his words are to you. Jisung hugs you like a baby panda, trying to get you to applaud him for his clever joke, as Jisung is naturally a very physically affectionate person, always wanting to snuggle up to the people around him. But your heart can’t help but jump a little every time you feel his arms snug around you.

“Well, I love you a latte more, Hannie,” you respond nonchalantly, but you mean it. You do love Jisung for everything that he is, even the cringeworthy SoundCloud rapper phase that dominated his sophomore year.

“You guys are weird,” your friend Seungmin says from behind the counter, where he’s busy working as the barista, while his co-worker, Soobin, a timid Psychology student, clumsily handles orders at the cash register. Seungmin’s parents own Morningstar, and he plans to take over it next year.

Jisung sticks his tongue out at Seungmin in defiance, before linking arms with you and dragging you to the back, where the rest of your friends are seated. There is Chan, or more famously known as Chris among his many admirers across his campus, clad in his signature black jacket. Besides him, the turquoise-haired baby of your group, Jeongin, and then Hyunjin, who as usual, is lost in his sketchbook.

“Hey guys. What are you up to?” You slide in next to Hyunjin, trying to peek at what he’s drawing. You catch a glimpse of a very pretty girl you vaguely recognize from around campus, before he protectively snaps his journal closed, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Eyes on your coffee, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, handing you the mug that they ordered for you ahead of time. Magically, it’s still hot.

You accept the coffee and drink it, letting the rich liquid warm your insides as you swallow it gratefully. “Alright, alright.”

Jisung tries to steal a bite of Jeongin’s apple danish, earning him a swat on his wandering palms. Chan looks over at you with a grin. “We’re just listening to Jeongin rant about his crush.”

Jeongin groans before continuing. “And I keep asking her out, but every time, she rejects me, bro! What am I supposed to do? Give up?"

“Yes,” Hyunjin says in his signature straightforward manner, prompting everyone but Jeongin to snicker.

“Whatever. I'll figure out a way.” Jeongin sits back in his seat, resorting to aggressively typing on his keyboard to deal with his frustration.

You look around your little corner in the shop, which is filled with textbooks and miscellaneous notebook sheets. “Where are the others?”

“Minho is studying with his girlfriend, and Changbin and Felix are apparently also working, but they’re probably gaming instead.”

Hyunjin bites down on the edge of his straw, glancing between you and Jisung thoughtfully. “Speaking of girlfriend, when are you both going to get together?”

You freeze up in your seat, tensing like you always do whenever someone jokes about your relationship with Jisung, but he’s unfazed, shooting Hyunjin a mischievous smile. “When you tell us about that girl you’re obsessed with.”

Hyunjin immediately forgets about teasing you, glaring at Jisung contempfully. “Shut up, Han. You don’t know anything.”

“Guys, let’s calm down,” you say while patting Hyunjin’s back, happy for the distraction but still cautious about him and Jisung. While those two love each other very much now, they used to fight like crazy when they roomed together in freshman year, and no one needs a repeat of bad history right now.

Jisung catches your eye, and although he doesn’t smile at you, you can see the appreciation in his eyes. You nod slightly at him, before getting out your own computer. Words do not have to be exchanged between you two for you to understand each other.

You all settle into a comfortable silence as you finish your coffee and resume studying, only looking up occasionally to ask each other questions about the material or an assignment. Soon, the evening begins to fade away, and you start packing up your belongings before closing time.

“Hey, Y/N! Can you come over here for a second?” Seungmin calls out, capturing your attention.

You put down your backpack and walk over to the counter, where he’s washing his blender. “Yes?”

“So what’s going on with you and Jisung?” Before you can interrupt him and deny anything, Seungmin wipes his hands and gives you a meaningful look. “I know you have feelings for him.”

You feel your face heat up, and you avoid his piercing eyes. “How would you know?”

“Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. From the way you look at him, it’s a marvel how he hasn’t figured it out yet. For a really smart person, Jisung can be so dumb sometimes.”

You exhale, seeing no point in lying anymore. Besides, it feels good to get it off of your chest. “Well, why are you bringing this up anyway?”

Seungmin sets down his utensil caddy and rests his elbows on the edge of the sink. “Soobin likes you and asked me if you’re single. But, you know, I wasn’t sure if you are available. Emotionally, I mean.”

You glance over at Soobin, observing him counting all of the day’s revenue. The blonde cashier catches your eye, flashing you a shy smile before quickly looking away, turning a shade of tomato red. He’s handsome, good-hearted, and not to mention, very tall. Just your type. But he’s no Jisung.

“It’s been a while since I’ve dated anyone.” And this is true— over a year, to be precise. “I guess, I’m still hung up over Jisung.”

“Do you plan on making a move?”

“No way. I’m just going to wait for the feelings to dissipate. I would never risk our friendship like that,” you mumble.

“You could get to know Soobin, maybe he’ll help you move on,” Seungmin suggests, crossing his arms.

You consider your options before piping up. Jisung had gotten pretty serious with his last girlfriend by the end of your junior year, but he broke up with her a month later, telling you that she just wasn’t the one for him. He hasn’t dated anyone since, claiming that it’s not the right time. But for you, it is, and you realize that you can’t keep waiting for him.

“Maybe I will,” you say, toying with your jacket zipper.

Seungmin tips his head towards Soobin, but before you move, he leans in closer to you. “But personally, I think you should just tell Jisung. If he’s really your best friend, your friendship will stay the same no matter what.”

You nod. “Yeah, okay.”

You know Seungmin is right, but the truth is, it’s not just about losing your friendship with Jisung. Regardless of whether he reciprocates your feelings or not, you know that he would never walk away from you. It’s truly you who you are concerned about. You’re uncertain if you could bear to go back being your normal self around Jisung if you confess and get rejected. You don’t know if your heart could handle it.

You touch Seungmin’s hand in a quiet gratitude and approach Soobin, who immediately notices your presence and accidentally slams the cash register drawer closed, nearly shutting it on his finger. “H-hi Y/N.”

Watching Soobin get endearingly flustered, you can’t help but smile. “Hey Soobin. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Soobin bites down on his lip, wrapping his arms around himself. He looks so cute in his brown bib apron and converse shoes. “You look really pretty in that dress.”

Your cheeks warm, but you look him directly in his eyes. “That’s so kind of you to say. Actually, I was hoping you'd want to go out on a date sometime? Maybe after finals?”

Although you’re very reserved about your feelings for Jisung, in every other case, you can be quite forward with romance. Soobin’s eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You laugh, getting out your phone. “Yes, really. What do you say?”

“Yes! I would love to. Could I please get your number?” Soobin stretches out his phone, which is covered in teddy bear stickers.

You think of Jisung’s phone, which has a clear case and a polaroid of you two at the beach inside. You shake the thought of him away. You type your number into Soobin’s phone, before wishing him good luck on his finals and then rejoining your friend group in the darkening outdoors, which has moved outside the shop while you were talking to Seungmin. As soon as he spies you walking out of the door, Hyunjin forgets his conversation with Jeongin and immediately launches into interrogating you.

“What were you talking to Soobin about?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, but can’t help the rosy blush that creeps up your neck. “Nothing, really.”

Now the others look interested as well, and Jeongin smirks knowingly at you. “You asked him out, didn’t you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see Jisung’s smile falter, but you chalk it up to your own imagination and affirm Jeongin’s prediction. “Yes, but it’s pretty casual. So not a big deal.”

Chan and Jeongin both high-five you like seventh grade boys, while Hyunjin just cackles at your sudden agitation. Jisung, however, looks annoyed, a very new color on him.

“I didn’t know you were interested in Soobin,” he says, shutting Hyunjin up. “Why didn’t you tell me? You always tell me when you like someone.”

You know the answer to his question. But you can’t tell Jisung that the only reason why you asked Soobin on a date out of the blue is because you are in love with him and trying to move on. “Seungmin just told me that he had a crush on me. So I went for it.”

“Yeah, everyone knows Soobin likes you. But you could have told me first before making a move.” Jisung’s tone is slightly harsh, suspicious. You recoil in surprise, because he has never spoken to you like this, unlike the boy you know and love.

“Why are you getting so mad?” You ask him, hurt.

“It’s just that we tell each other everything, and this is pretty big.” Jisung crosses his arms stubbornly. “Unless you didn’t want me to know.”

Your skin prickles with a strange feeling, because while you two have bickered over stupid things in the past, it wasn’t anything serious like the look on Jisung’s face now. “What’s your problem, Jisung? What did I do to you?”

Your voice is raised, and boys instantly sense the tension in the air, stepping in to mediate. Chan, the eldest in the group, places a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, mutely imploring him to stay calm. Hyunjin, however, gets defensive on your behalf.

“Why should she have to tell you? Calm down,” Hyunjin says, frowning at Jisung.

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. We should get going.” Without waiting for an answer from the others, you grasp Jisung’s hand and pull him with you, while he comes along without saying anything at all.

The walk back to your apartment, which is seven minutes long from campus, is filled with an uneasy silence, a dreadful change from the playfulness earlier in the day. The air is charged, full of everything you both want to say to each other, but nevertheless, you keep your mouth closed. More than anything, you’re confused.

It’s been a long time since either of you were with anyone romantically, so maybe it is surprising to Jisung that you randomly asked Soobin out. However, you don’t understand his anger, especially because Jisung has always supported you in your dating life, even setting you up sometimes with people he knew. But you don’t think the problem is the fact that it is Soobin either, because Soobin is one of the most beloved people on campus due to his sweet personality. You don’t know what’s wrong, and that’s what bothers you the most.

Neither of you speak even when you reach your neighborhood, a suburban oasis in a big city. When there’s good weather, you and Jisung love to come outside and either take long walks around the block or pack picnics to share on the perpetually green lawn in front of your apartment building. Today, you head straight up to your flat, an indifferent pair of strangers standing in the elevator.

After unlocking the door to your apartment, you finally decide to break the silence, turning to look at Jisung, who trails a few feet behind you. “I’ll be in my room, studying.”

You want him to say something, anything, but he just nods, keeping his eyes trained on the grey hardwood flooring. Sighing, you pad across the apartment and enter your room, shutting the door you always keep open.

You and Jisung had signed a lease on your place last year, partially because you couldn’t afford off-campus housing on your own, but also because you couldn’t imagine a better roommate than him. People made plenty of comments about how you both— two people of the opposite gender— renting an apartment together would be a recipe for disaster.

While Jisung had assured you that everything would be alright, the weeks leading up to move-in day were filled with apprehension for you. But unlike what he believed, it wasn’t because of what others said. The thought of you and Jisung living together made you worry if proximity could potentially make it easier for him to realize your feelings for him.

However, when the big day rolled in, you couldn’t remember any of your fears as you and Jisung sat in your new apartment, leaned against a pile of half-opened luggage. Exhausted from dealing with delayed furniture shipments and sorting through the endless boxes of belongings, both of you had given up. Resolving to lay on the barren floor and play Go-Fish, you both laughed for hours about the annoyed look on the grumpy mover’s face when Jisung kept asking him questions. Before Jisung subsequently fell asleep on your lap, he promised you that you both would make a lot of good memories here. And you did.

Last Christmas, you both spent it together, huddled on the couch while gossiping and drinking hot chocolate, because both of your flights got canceled due to snow. Then there was the time Jisung forced you to stay awake with him all night because he was scared after watching some bad slasher film, but you told him Disney bedtime stories that eventually made his fear go away.

You can’t help but feel a small pang thinking of whenever he brings you strawberry shortcake from the bakery you like, or all of the times he spam calls you when you’re out late and haven’t informed him. You’ve never fought with Jisung like this, not without him immediately coming after you and begging you to forgive him, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. Being distant with Jisung is a new feeling, and you don’t get how you could ever accomplish that with your best friend in the whole world.

Shaking off your incessant thoughts about Jisung, you turn on your computer, hunching over on your desk in the artificial glow of the screen. You still have a few chapters of reading to get through, and then you have to solve ten long practice problem sets for Chemistry. For now, you’ll have to put off the deliberations that pull at you.

“Y/N.”

You feel someone shaking you awake, gentle hands coaxing you out of an uneasy nap. You lift your head from where it rests on your arms, blearily looking up from where you are slumped over your desk. Your laptop has fallen asleep, the dim glow of your lamp lighting up the room instead. And the blaring, unwelcome red of your digital clock signals an unfortunate time well past twelve. Rubbing your eyes, you finally notice Jisung hovering beside you hesitantly.

“I thought you’d want me to wake you up,” Jisung says, his hands shoved into the pockets of his pajama pants. “I’m sorry.”

He’s wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up snugly over his head, a few soft pieces of hair messily sticking out from underneath. He looks so cute you want to hug him, but then you remember the events that transpired before you accidentally fell asleep.

“It’s okay. I need to finish working, thanks,” you say dully, both tired from studying and being stuck in this bad day with Jisung.

He shakes his head. “No, I mean, I’m sorry for earlier. At the coffee shop.”

You bite your lip, melting at the regret and sadness in his eyes. Your best friend misses you too. “Can we talk?”

Jisung stays quiet before speaking, and you swear he can probably hear your anticipating heartbeat filling the room. “Are you hungry? We didn’t have dinner.”

He doesn’t answer your question, but you still fold at the thought of how he didn’t eat without you. “Yeah, I am hungry.”

“I’ll make us something.” He turns and heads into the kitchen, and after a second thought, you hurry after him.

Jisung takes off his hood and brings out a metal pot out of one of the cupboards. You watch as he rummages hastily through the fridge, before he shuts it with empty hands. He turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “So we don’t actually have any food.”

Realization passes between the both of you: in the past few weeks, you both were so immersed in your preparation for your exams that you had completely neglected buying groceries, opting instead for easy pre-cooked meals or food deliveries. Your stomach rumbles loudly, and you rub it, embarrassed, but at least it breaks the tension, as Jisung snorts, an amused look on his face.

“We could go to the store and get something,” he suggests, from where he stands behind the kitchen island.

He fidgets nervously, a reminder of how any other time, you would have jumped at the opportunity to ditch your books and buy cheap junk food with Jisung. But now? You don’t want to go out. You want to stay here, you want to talk to your best friend, you want things to go back to how they were before your fight with Jisung. And yet, you nod your head in agreement, grabbing your apartment keys and wallet from the counter before following Jisung out of the apartment.

The hallways of the building are tainted a vivid yellow from the incandescent lighting, a sharp contrast to the gloomy night outside. The moon is high up in the sky, shrouding the sleepy apartment complex in a silvery glow. There’s no one outside except for a homeless man dozing on one of the benches lining the walkways. But the distant city lights tell you that not everyone slumbers, that outside of your bubble, people have their own lives and stories. The only story that matters to you, however, is the one with the beautiful boy who walks beside you, his step heavy and eyes downcast.

In a matter of wordless minutes, you and Jisung have arrived at your go-to place for midnight runs, a sketchy little convenience store peeking out from behind a cluster of drab office buildings. The neon lighting of the store glows in the dark and reflects in the pools of water left by a mild rain that had graced the land while you were sleeping.

Jisung quickly walks ahead of you and opens the door for you, a blast of air conditioning granting you solace from the humidity. The familiar sight of the plentiful arrays of colorful aisles and the broken fan hopelessly creaking by the entrance pulls you in. You scour the shelves of mouthwatering foodstuffs, before settling in front of one of the sections.

“I don’t know if it’s a noodles or sandwich kind of night,” you wonder out loud, picking up a pack of ramen. You don’t notice Jisung standing behind you, as you assume he’s already zeroed in on the ice cream freezer like he always does.

“Definitely ramen.”

You jump, hugging the packet to your chest as if it would protect you from the perpetrator. Jisung innocently watches you, a small smile playing upon his lips. He holds two wrapped popsicles in his hands, one melon-flavored and one mango-flavored, and stretches the latter out to you. You accept it, returning his smile, and it feels like things are normal again. You know you should bring up what lies unspoken between you two, but you want to preserve this moment for now.

Jisung selects ramen for himself as well, and you both go to the front counter to check-out, failing to exchange any more words as you both just continue to enjoy the calm. After, you both quickly exit the shop and start jogging in synchronization, remembering that a pile of work still awaits you. When you board the bridge that connects the rest of the city to the way back to your apartment, Jisung doubles over, panting.

You decide to take a break, walking over to the edge and drinking in the view. The blurred lights of the magnificent skyscrapers illuminate the midnight sky like lightning, and the river in front of you is littered with cargo ships peacefully gliding along on their separate journeys. You lean against the railing, closing your eyes and letting the wind ruffle your hair. Jisung comes up behind you once more, but when he speaks this time, it’s less of a surprise and more of a comfort.

“Everything is changing,” he says, resting his hands on the railing as well. “I’m scared.”

You open your eyes, turning to face Jisung. His eyes are filled with tears, and your heart reaches out for him. You tightly grasp his hand, trying to convey everything you can’t say to him.

“Talk to me. Please.”

“I’m not ready for all of this. Graduation’s getting closer, and I know you’re excited but… I don’t know, I still feel kind of stuck.” Jisung’s gaze fixates on one of the boats below. “Every time I type out a line of code, I want to smash my keyboard into bits. Every goddamn time.”

His words are strong, but his voice is rough with emotion.

“Jisung, don’t do this if it’s not what you want.”

“We’re literally graduating in a month, Y/N.” Jisung lets out a disbelieving sound. “But that’s not even a concern, because my grad school actually offers a joint program on computers and audio design for engineering students who want to go into music production. But I couldn’t do that, because you barely get paid unless you make it big.”

You frown, setting down the plastic cover of your food. “Well, why not? If anyone could break out, it’s you.”

Jisung shrugs, shaking his head. “I can’t take that risk. Just plain old computer science is the way to go.”

You stay quiet for a second, keenly observing his despairing expression. “Your mom would want you to be happy, Hannie.”

“I could be happy, maybe, one day. But not right now.” Jisung runs a hand through his hair, not meeting your eyes. “You’re moving away next year for your PhD, and I’ll still be stuck here, in a place where you aren’t there.”

“I’m only two hours away. You can get away from campus and visit all the time. We’ll be like the Kardashians taking on a new city!” You crack a watery smile.

Jisung sniffles sadly, and your heart sinks, because you failed to make him happy. Again. But then he looks up at you, a glimmer of humor in his eyes. “Only if I get to be Kourtney.”

You laugh, shoving him in the arm. “Fine.”

And then you both say nothing again, just gazing out at the world beyond this bridge and instant.

“What happened today?” You break the silence— questioning, not accusing.

Jisung groans. “It’s… look, I know we’ve both dated before, but none of them were it. And maybe you never felt that way, but I know for a fact that none of the guys you dated were right for you.”

“Jisung—” you start, but he interrupts you.

“And we’re graduating soon. So I thought you’d realize it by now.” Jisung taps his foot like he always does when he’s nervous, and your pulse quickens at his halting words.

“Realize what?” You ask him softly, trying not to come to any conclusions but betrayed by the treacherous beat of your heart.

The tips of Jisung’s ears turn red. “I- I need you to not say anything. Because I need to say something. And if you don’t like what I say, then I’ll walk away and we can forget everything that transpired here. Okay?”

You maintain your serious expression, although you want to swoon at his adorably flustered state. “Okay.”

Jisung is about to finally reveal what has gotten him so worked up, but then he sighs in frustration, shaking his head. “No. I can’t do this with you looking at me. Can you please turn around? Please?”

Hiding a smile, you oblige him and face the other way. “Okay. I can’t see you now.”

You hear Jisung take a deep breath.

“I’m never going to get this right. Y/N, I like you. And I mean like-like you. Like, romantically. Everything about you, I like. Even your disgusting food combinations, I like. Your smile? Oh god. Don’t go on a date with Soobin. Go with me. I like you.”

Even though the past few minutes manifested Jisung’s declaration, you still whirl around, shocked. “Say what?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Seriously? I pour myself out to you and you need me to repeat it? You’re really something, Y/N.”

You smirk, stepping closer and looping your arms around Jisung’s neck. You take in how Jisung’s eyes have widened and how his lips are parted at such an intimate gesture from you, wondering if this is how it feels in the movies, when the heroine finally gets the boy she’s been loving from a distance for so long.

You look up at Jisung, and your heart has never felt so happy. “I guess this is my time to be vulnerable too. I don’t just like-like you, Jisung. I love you.”

It’s Jisung’s turn to be surprised. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. For a very long time.”

He smiles bashfully, his elation at your own confession evident. “I love you too.”

Jisung tilts his head to his right, as you do the same, almost about to close the miniscule space between you both. And then he pulls away.

You watch Jisung, confused, as he covers his face with his palms, shyly giggling. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I dreamed of this for so long. Can you give me a second?”

Never able to get enough of his antics, you watch as he pulls a stick of chapstick out of his pocket and swipes it on. He dabs his lips carefully before turning back to you.

“Now where were we?”

Before you can even say anything, he’s closed that gap. His lips are soft and sweet, the taste of cherry and vanilla chapstick lingering. You close your eyes and melt into the kiss as Jisung brings up his hands to cradle your face. The sweet scent of him clouds your senses and washes away your inhibitions, and there’s nothing besides you both in this moment. He kisses you like there’s no tomorrow, no exams, no school or anyone else. He kisses you not like a friend, but a lover that he’s yearned for, which certainly wouldn’t be a lie.

You can’t believe that you’ve been pining after Jisung for the mere duration of your college years. It feels like you’ve waited your whole life for this. The murky puddles of water around you and the pungent stench of a nearby dumpster are nowhere near romantic, but with the way you’re kissing Jisung, you might as well be in heaven.

If you dare to predict the future, you’ll have the rest of your life to look forward to moments like this, miss him even when he’s laying in your arms, love him when you both slow dance in the refrigerator light at midnight. And because you’re two broke peas in a pod, you both will definitely conduct more fake proposals with each other when you go out to eat. Hopefully before the real deal. You’ll just have to see who pops the question first.

“Wow,” Jisung breathes against your lips. “My dreams have not done this moment any justice.”

You chuckle, leaning in for another kiss. “Mine too.”

But Jisung dodges your lips, making you scoff as he raises his eyebrows at you. “And what are you going to be doing about Soobin?”

“You should be nicer. Poor Soobin. I wouldn’t have to let him down now if you’d just told me all of this earlier,” you scold Jisung lightly, cupping his chin.

He pouts, swatting at your arms with the oversize sleeves of his hoodie. “Never mind. Let’s stop talking about him.”

You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer. You’re sure that the lovesick look on Jisung’s face mirrors your own. He may not be perfect, but he’s perfect for you. Your best friend in the whole world. And whatever the future holds, that will never change.

“I love you, Hannie. Love you so much,” you whisper, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. You’ll never, ever get tired of kissing him.

Jisung smiles down at you lovingly, slipping off his hoodie to put it on you, noticing the way you shiver. But you’re not really that cold; it's the way he’s looking at you right now. Not that you’d tell him that. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” You ask, still in a dreamy daze. This day has turned out to be better than any other you’ve ever had. Everything was worth it.

“Home.”

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saitama-division · 4 months

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Kureha sighed as she heard another knock at the door. What is that, the third time already? She really wouldn’t be able to concentrate on her work at this rate. Getting up again, she opened the door to find a delivery woman who was about to set a package down.

“Oh-! Sorry for bothering you. Here, this is for you.” She said and handed Kureha her gift. Grabbing it, the artist only nodded as she went back inside again and set the gift at her desk. Unwrapping it revealed…

…Manga? Multiple manga?

Ah, there’s a letter on top of it! Let’s check it out, shall we?

‘hi hi~ ヾ(＾∇＾)

happy birthday and merry christmas to you kureha! 🎉

i’m a big fan of your works, so i was really ecstatic when i found out i was your secret santa!!

me and my fans worked together with some of your fans to create a manga of you! some parts looked rather rushed though since we only had a couple weeks i’m so sorry T~T

on the other hand, these manga are unlike any other since we used paper that you could paint on if you ever wanted to color in the illustrations. isn’t that cool?! kudos to everyone honestly.

either way, i hope you’ll like it! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

- himewari 𖤓’

(there’s no picture since i wanted the manga cover, panels, plot, etc. to be up to you! have fun imagining~)

“Whoa, this is so cool!” Kureha’s eyes shined as she flipped through the pages of her very own manga, it was surprisingly detailed and well drawn. From what she could gather, it was about her life and journey as a knight for the Light Kingdom and serving under Her Majesty, the Queen and adoptive mother (who she recognized was Sayaka) while also going on adventures with various people, one of which was an Enchantress (who she recognized as Lola). It was light hearted and fun but still had some moments of real and deep storytelling and the small Otaku side of Kureha was cheering inside of her, looking over to her paint palettes, the bluenette smiled before grabbing a paintbrush and getting started.

Thank you for the gift!

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #kureha koizumi #moriko himawari #gift #happy birthday kureha 2023 #merry christmas 2023

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fandomsfunyeah · 2 years

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Obey Me! You got (Fan)Mail Levi x Mc

A certain otaku gets concerned when Mc gets letters from other students

"Agh I hate that thing so much...here's a suggestion how about a normal drop off box?!"

Mc groaned as they used a cleaning spell to purge the red gunk from their uniform and gathered up the letters with great annoyance. They were going to put a strongly worded note in there later.

But for now time to get back to the student counsel room where Levi was waiting to sort mail with them.

The door opened and Levi glanced up from his phone,Mc was back,he perked up as they sit beside him and dump the satchel.

Well he wants to get their sorting duty finished asap,then they can go home...and maybe Mc will come to his room and watch that new anime episode with him after dinner..

The huge pile of mail looked daunting...there had to be 200 envelopes at the very least....seems the students had been busy this week.

Mc looked at Levi and sighed. "Well I guess we'd better get started."

The two grabbed letters at random and started reading.

There was some requests and...quite a few complaints involving Mammon and one with Beel because he ate all the cafeterias Abyss Delight...whatever that was,but into the boxes they go.

Then several signed envelopes were uncovered.

"Oh! Fan mail,look Levi this is super easy to sort."

Mc was smiling at him...holding up letters.

Levi blinked,sometimes he couldn't keep up with their enthusiasm for normie activities.

He looks through the pile...two names are scrawled on them,15 for Lucifer and 20 for Asmo.

It wasn't uncommon for those two to receive mail from the RAD occupants...notes of admiration,love confessions,attempts to curry favor.

Levi sighs,he never gets any letters. Well who would want to send love letters to a yucky otaku like him anyway? Stupid normies.

"If only I had Lucifer's power and influence"

Levi sighed once more before turning his attention back to the pile.

He was still stewing in bitterness when one of the envelopes caught his eye. It was bright pink and had cute bloody heart stickers on it.

Another love letter for one of his brothers no doubt.

He picks it up and flips it to read the name...Mc.

"HUH?!"

That snapped Levi out of his brooding. He reads it again,yes that was Mc's name.

"Levi why are you gaping like a fish out of water?" Mc asked.

"Umm...This one has your name on it."

"Oh? That's different,here I'll read it later." They say,taking it from his hands.

The third born was still surprised...but he focuses again and resumes sorting.

He comes across a second with Mc's name...then a third,fourth and finally after sorting everything a total of 40 letters were found.

Levi was in shock...all these people sent Mc mail? It was like something out of a manga.

So was Mc apparently. "That's...a lot more than I thought there'd be."

They stuff all the letters in their satchel,somehow it all fits.

"Okay we're all done let's go home." Mc grabs Levi's hand and pulls him impatiently.

"Ow...Mc! Can you be less rough?" Levi said grimacing.

As the two walked back to the House of Lamentations,Levi hopes they don't notice how clammy his grip is.

Why does Mc have to be so forward,just taking his hand out of nowhere...kinda like that romantic anime he watched the other day.

They finally get home,to his relief and he was about to go to his room when Mc grabs his sleeve.

"Hey...Levi,want to come to my room and read through all these with me?"

The third borns eyes widen like saucers...he would have said no but the prospect of getting alone time with Mc was too tempting,even if it made him nervous.

"Ahh...Sure!" He squeaked a little.

Mc smiles and takes his hand again...Levi let's them lead him to their room...his stomach flip flops.

They get inside and sit on the plush bed,moving several pillows to make space for two people and a letter pile.

Levi settled on the bed and looked around. He should come in here more often. The tree gave the room a pleasant,faint earthy scent and while it wasn't as cool as his room the stone wall adjusted the temperature nicely...and nearly everything smells like Mc.

They always smell so good,he wanted to bury his face in their pillows and blankets and...if Mc wasn't here he might have...but what if they think he's a creep?

He didn't want Mc to think that...

"Levi? Hey?"

"Ack!?" He's jolted from his thoughts.

Mc is waving a envelope in his face. "First one,let's see what it says."

They rip it open while Levi watches..then skim over the words.

"Oh isn't this nice...Look Levi it's from that one guy in Magical History class..he said he thinks I'm awesome and smart."

"I think that about you too Mc" Levi mumbled.

"What's that?"

'N-Nothing." He spluttered.

Mc goes through the pile,there were a few more letters saying Mc was cool and how much they admired their magic skills.

But then they got to the love letters.

"Your butt is thicker than a Madame Screams pound cake." Mc reads on one letter.

Levi groans. Oh that was bad,even he knew that.

"Yeah,this person isn't the best with words." Mc said as they glance at him.

They read through more letters,all peppered with complements about Mc's appearance.

Levi tried to stay calm. Oh Mc your so cute,hot,beautiful,handsome ect. The words mocked him,but it was tolerable.

Until people were actually confessing their love and asking Mc to go out with them.

Levi was seething,his envy started flaring up.

These normies....have the audacity to try and win his Henry over?! It wasn't fair,why did they have to be more assertive,to say all the sweet little things he wants to tell them?!

He nearly summons Lotan out of anger and frustration.

"Levi,you okay?"

Mc's voice snapped him back to reality. He stares at them before getting off the bed.

"Mc...I..I need to go,I can't take this anymore."

He bolts from the room,to their surprise. Was the cringe too much,they wonder. Hmm they'll stop by to check on him in a bit.

Levi ran all the way to his room and shut the door...now out of breath he gasps for a few moments,before crawling into his bed...wrapping the blanket around himself and hugging his legs.

He laid there a while,then the thought of Mc being with another person caused him to panic again...his poor otaku heart can't handle that.

Levi sits up...a couple tears prick his eyes...No he can't let that happen..

He walked over to his goldfish.

"Henry I don't know what to do...I can't let Mc fall for someone else...how do I make them mine? What can I do?"

Henry 2.0 fluttered his fins and a couple bubbles bloop from his mouth.

He sighs,sitting on the floor by the tank wondering.

A thought strikes him. Wait...maybe he could write his own letter to Mc,yes that's what he'll do.

Levi digs through his school things and is able to find a envelope and a sheet of paper.

Now what to write?

After about a half hour he folds the paper and seals it with a cute Ruri-chan sticker.

He takes a deep breath,he needs to give this to Mc. He can't risk putting this in the suggestion box at school.

Levi peeks out of his room to see if it's clear,then quickly makes his way to Mc's room.

They're still there...but the door is closed.

Levi tensed up,he feels anxiety bubble up in his stomach...now that he's in front of the room...can he do this after all?

He decides to slide it under the door,knock and run back to his room. Mc hears a noise and looks to see something stuck under their door.

"What's this?"

Mc picks up the envelope it has their name on it...Is that Levi's handwriting...and a sticker?

They open it.

Mc I couldn't stand hearing all those things anymore...I want to tell you all those same complements and how I like it when you come over and watch anime and listen to me talk about Ruri-chan and dress up in cosplay with me and....

The letter rambles on it seems Levi wrote down whatever ran through his mind at the time,they get to the end.

I mean that your my dearest Henry and I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you...Leviathan with hearts scribbled around it.

"Is that what all that was about?"

Mc smiles...Levi can be dramatic and cheesy but...he's also very sweet...when he can get past his shyness.

Well it would be rude not to reply wouldn't it? They grab a pen.

Levi was freaking out in his room,why did he write that? Why did he have to spill his heart to Mc like that,how are they even going to respond? They're probably going to be disgusted.

"Why do I do these things Henry...What if I messed up forever and Mc doesn't like me anymore?!" The goldfish just blooped again.

Mc could hear him yelling through the door...it was probably best to knock and stick it under like he did. They wait a another minute for him to calm down,then knock and leave as quickly as they came.

Levi jumps at the noise...he sees something poking out from under his door...Wha?

He picked it up,it was addressed to him,he opened it and started reading the note.

To my beloved Lord of Shadows,you have no need to worry because you already have my heart and I also like doing otaku things with you too...your dearest Henry,Mc.

It was short and sweet...and Levi feels his heart flutter...he starts dancing around the room and squeeing in excitement.

"I didn't mess up after all Henry!"

He smiled wide. Levi was going to text Mc now and ask them to watch anime with him later after all.

#obey me levi #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me fic #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi fluff

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kaitiedidslibrary · 8 months

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Book 33

I wish I'd read this sooner! I walked into Barnes and Noble sometime earlier this year and bought this impulsively. Idk, I must have blacked out- all I remember is picking it up because of the cover, flipping through, and seeing Girls Doing Cool Shit and looking like ~close friends~ and some freaky scifi/horror art and suddenly it was in my stack.

Funny how that happens

I love "urban legends are real" stories, but somehow I'd never heard of this one.

Kamikoshi Sorawo, an antisocial depressed college student, accidentally discovers a strange world during her exploration. She's drawn to it because it offers peace and solitude from People in General.

On her third trip in, she's attacked by Something, and meets Nishina Toriko, a girl looking for her lost friend.

It turns out that this strange world- dubbed The Otherside by Sorawo- is a place filled with strange beings that emulate urban legends.

This world is incredibly intriguing. There's so many entrances I've heard of- I'm pretty sure there's a video game based on the elevator trick, and the unhinged man's wife was "spirited away" (it looked more like she fell into the backrooms)- and yet, there was always some new twist. I want to know more about everything already.

Like, why's blue dangerous? What happens then?

Are there Othersiders in the real world?

Sorawo has true sight with her new eye, but what do Toriko's fingers do now?

I wish I'd found the second manga too. I'll have to find the novel and APPARENTLY THERE'S AN ANIME? Why haven't I found this before 😩 I have much catching up to do.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

#2023 reading challenge #Otherside Picnic #manga #gl manga #book review

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litchilalitchi · 2 years

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Drei Kaneda mood/aesthetic board

Kaneda oh Kaneda! other than nail biting and his overall emo composure, i wasn't sure about what else to go off of. he has an anxious nature, but thats about it. up next should be *flips through the manga* dentaku!

so enjoy!

☆ Velara

GOTTCHA!!!! the kaneda lawn chair meme was too funny to pass up. i got the other admins when i sent it. below is the real board :)

abandoned boiler room- the club room

chipped nail polish- kanedas a nail biter

knight chess piece- i think this piece represents kaneda best. its also the third piece away from the king (l to r, ki, q, b, kn)

some children- an emo quote for the emo child

lonely road- he gives off a lone wolf vibe

jumbled thoughts- represents anxiety

dont feel like existing- can be a death reference, but its really just another emo quote

bangs- kanedas signature bangs (i cropped this photo cause the real person has fuckin' weezer blue eyes that stare into your soul.)

#litchi hikari club #litchi light club #vels moodbaords #kaneda riku #usamaru furuya #lychee light club #folded like a lawn chair

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ericmhe · 2 years

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Godzilla Series Rewatch

Godzilla vs Gigan

This is it, this is my main formational Godzilla movie. Sadly I don't remember my first, I do remember my dad talking about Godzilla and how I'd probably like his movies before I got to see one, but not the actual first movie. I think there's a really good chance it was Godzilla vs Megalon but I'm just not sure. Others are close, especially Ghidorah the Three-Headed Monster but this was one of the very few I got on VHS and so I got to re-watch it more than most. Since I'm prone to lurking I don't have a big trail to find but this movie really shaped what interaction and following I did with the fandom for ages. Monsters fighting monsters and coordinating to do it, and of course humans have the sense to know which monsters are the more benign factor. In trope-speak my comics basically made Anguirus the Lancer most of the time with my own bad inventions filling in other roles behind him and Godzilla.

A struggling manga artist is a pretty strange choice for main character but this is late “Showa” we've jumped off the deep end some time ago, time to embrace the crazy and go nuts. Aliens? You're the third challengers already and that's if we don't count Hedorah since his origin was only hypothesized about and not confirmed as far as I could tell. Aliens with a theme park who are actually bugs wearing human disguises? Sure, whatever!

Somewhat more seriously I do wonder how these guys are merely kind of suspicious being an organization who's making a theme park and talking about world peace and destroying Monster Island rather than, I don't know, straight up super sketchy. Whatever, the world's been dealing with giant atomic powered monsters using our cities as wrestling rings for decades now, surely some strange coping mechanisms have come up.

I really remember this movie as a slog but one that I always kind of insisted on watching all the way through because for some reason kid me had this idea of the monster fight at the end as the reward for sitting through the human stuff. In retrospect I don't get it. It's only about half way through when Ghidorah and Gigan show up and start messing things up though. So much stock footage, and no effort to match the brighter skies of Ghidorah and Asto-Monster to Gigan's darker palette. It seems like if they could draw energy beams on the film it might have been possible to darken some film copies. Don't really know though, but the re-use of footage from the other movies is just painfully obvious. Weirdly enough I didn't catch them re-using footage from their own movie, like when Godzilla flips Ghidorah over the same way twice. I remember sneaking off into a somewhat isolated corner of the school grounds during recess and trying to work out what exactly happened, casting myself as Godzilla and pretending to slam an imaginary 'Geedrah' to the ground and just not getting the double motion to work. I got caught, but whatever teacher it was just gave me this bizarre smile and kept walking...

There's quite a few scenes I don't really get in this movie and cost my younger self many hours of confusion. How much do the tapes control the monsters? Do they have the whole sequence of moves planned out or is the direction a lot more general? You'd expect something with a better ability to adapt in real time than preset tapes, but Ghidorah and Gigan's team up falls apart so quickly after the tape's destroyed it seems like it must have been in constant control. Why does Godzilla recover so fast when thrown into Godzilla tower? Do we assume there was some power in there that recharged him or that his healing factor is so great that he only needs a little time of the attack letting up to recover? Everything about the poster over the bombs. I mean, sure, maybe the alien's eyes work differently and being determined to shoot as soon as the doors open meant they couldn't check the target correctly, but drawing takes time. I know I'm a slow drawer compared with most but even for a fast artist that's a lot of time to spend drawing your giant decoy poster while an alien invasion is ripping stuff apart. It's just a silly little bit of an already silly movie, but I can't quite get over it.

I'm not sure we can really call this a good movie but I like monster team ups and this one runs both ways a while until the bad guys lose their team work and lose, as all Japanese villains must, to more strongly allied good guys.

#godzilla vs gigan #godzilla #kaiju

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ao3feed-kiribaku · 6 months

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First Contact; Flipped

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bhNrvsd by FoolishFortuna Katsuki dropped from the air to run too, blasting the door clean off and hurtling through. Riot was halfway up to the first floor when he stumbled, and it took Katsuki by surprise. He faltered at the base of the stairs, before shaking away the widening of his own eyes and scowling again. “Stop fucking running you giant pussy!” Katsuki called, pursuing slower despite himself when his adversary shoulder-checked the broken doorway that led to the second story stairwell. “Stop fucking following me then, pipsqueak!” “PIPSQUEAK?!” Katsuki shouted indignantly, already halfway to defending his height when Riot stopped at the third floor beside a battered filing cabinet that didn’t belong in the dilapidated stairwell. “Oi, what’s wrong with you?” He asked, but tensed when the villain burst into his unbreakable form and tossed the whole cabinet down the stairs at him. Words: 6920, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Series: Part 1 of You Better Catch These Hands, Before We Catch Feelings Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Background & Cameo Characters Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Villain Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Villain Name is Blood Riot, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to enemies that fuck, Size Difference, Big Bottom, Switching, vers, Sex Pollen, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Brats - Freeform, honestly they’re both massive brats, Objectification, Edgeplay, Banter, Slapping, Choking, Strangling, breath play, Kink Discovery, Asphyxiation Kink, accidental creampie, Mild Injury, Biting, Blood, Blood Riot is a Suspected Cannibal, Degradation, Intercrural Sex read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bhNrvsd

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

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It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

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writersmorgue · 2 years

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asking bnha characters their pronouns on live (pt. 1?)

BAKUGO

"No, All Might is not the best hero, FUCK you..." Dynamight rolls his eyes as he ties up his bootlaces, "I am, he's a close second." He squints, picking up his phone and setting it down on the edge of the roof he's sitting on, the sky a beautiful orange in the background.

"What are my pronouns..." he mumbles, eyes tracking the comments on his Livestream, "he/him, though if number/one were a pronoun that would be it." he snickers, "Oh, grapelord you don't like pronouns?" He fakes a pout, "Get fucked." Flipping off the camera, he blocks the account just before an explosion goes off in the near distance. The live ends immediately.

MIDORIYA

"Thanks for the donation endeavorhater360!! That goes straight to my good friend Hanta, also known as Cellophane's, hospital fund! We're so excited to see these new, improved hospitals with the best staff and equipment go up all around th- OH yes I do love soba I was just teasing Shouto in that interview- no I don't think endeavor is terrible I was just reading the user- well if I had to say I do think he could work on his- oh pronouns!! That's a good question! I go by he/him but anything is fine! I don't really mind!" Deku grins, continuing his ramble as he bench presses a 700-pound weight. His forehead shining with a thin layer of sweat, "Thanks for asking!"

SHOUTO

"Who is my favorite villain? What an odd question I'm a pro hero why would I have a favorite villain?" Shouto looks around the room he's in quickly, then leans closer to the camera, "Dabi, although you can probably guess why I'm biased." He looks at the comments and smirks, "notdabi says 'if it makes you feel better you're my fav hero too' well, notdabi, i'll keep that in mind." He continues to scroll up through the comments for a minute, occasionally blocking endeavor stan accounts, then stops on a question regarding his preffered pronouns, "Hmm, no one's asked me that on live I suppose. He/they but they are in my bio. Thanks." He continues scrolling.

OCHAKO

Uravity pauses her actions, several piles of manga halting midair where she had been organizing them by title, "OH!!! What a good question!" The books continue moving as she peels her eyes off the screen to continue working. "I like she/her or he/him pronouns! they/them is fine too but I don't identify with it as much. Instagram just added that feature I should probably add that! I always forget." She giggles, causing the books to vibrate with her motion. "Make sure to ask if you're not sure! Misgendering is a big issue amongst pro heroes especially with the gender norms we have in place and don't even get me started on costume requirements," She rolls her eyes, "But this is supposed to be a relaxing stream so I won't get into it now."

KIRISHIMA

"And that's what I looked like in middle school!" Red Riot flips the printed photo over to look at it, "Man I was going through some shit. Heavy in the emo phase too. Don't get me wrong emo people are the best, it just wasn't who I was really. MCR still slaps though."He sighs wistfully, "Well I think that's all of that album but I do have some high school photos with Dynamight, Pinky, Cellophane, and Chargebolt if you wanna see those!" He eyes the comments gauging his audience's response. "What are my pronouns... OH, that's the she/he/they thing right? I'm super he/him but I know a lot of heroes who arent cisgender I believe is the term, so be sure to ask!" He hits his knuckles together in his signature pose. "Alright onto embarrassing my friends-"

MINA

"He said WHAT?! Oh, that boy is dead-" Pinky growls as she slams her file back on her freshly manicured nail. "If he weren't like a brother to me, Eijirou would've been a victim of these hands years ago." She sighs, "I swear it's like he-" she looks at the comments, nodding vigorously along with one, "YES exactly!!! Like a cute puppy who doesn't understand that peeing on the carpet is bad. Actually- She snorts, "That reminds me of this one time in third year where he-" She looks back to the comments, "OH they/she babe thanks for asking! Anyway he got SUPER drunk, sorry Aizawa-sensei, and was crying onthe common room couch because he saw a bird shit out of a tree and thought it was an egg that fell to the ground-"

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bgyuus · 3 years

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chifuyu matsuno x reader

; where takemitchy takes his friend out for his birthday and his present? you.

cw: light spoilers, fingering, riding, mentions of choking, no condom, overstimulation, he calls you princess/slut, unedited writing.

note: i'm finally reading the tokyo revengers manga and ngl, it was a total rollercoaster while reading it. also, chifuyu’s in his present time (the pic below 😫 *simp screams*)

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIFUYU!”

Takemitchy exclaimed, engulfing his old friend in a tight hug.

The ebony black haired male smiled, thanking him as he hugged back. It’s been a while since he last hang with him. Having their schedule busy with meetings and such, they couldn’t find the right time to catch up on things. Sure, they see each other everyday but spending the rest of the day with an old friend without worrying about work just hits different. At least that’s what Chifuyu thought.

“Shall we go have dinner then go see your present?” the blonde asked with a smile. Chifuyu nodded in response, shutting the car door behind him as Takemitchy speeds off into the horizon.

“Thanks for the dinner, man,” the birthday boy said, smiling at his friend in the drivers seat. “No problem! And now! It’s time for your present!” Takemitchy exclaimed. His voice filled with anticipation. He looks more excited than Chifuyu himself.

“Alrighty, we’re here!” he said, parking the car in front of a fancy looking complex. “Are we in Shibuya?” the black haired male asked, facing the building in awe. Takemitchy only nodded as he skipped into the building, making Chifuyu ran up to catch him.

The elevator stopped at level 4. As the two adults stepped out from the lift, Chifuyu’s jaw nearly dropped at what he saw. Right outside the elevator was a counter, handled by a middle-aged man, who was occupied with a women- who was dressed in a very thin silk dress. The male's eyes wondered around the boards beside the counter. They were filled with pictures of- lewd photos. Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at this. What even-

"Looks like this place hasn't change one bit," Takemitchy said with hands on his hips, a proud and nostalgic look displayed in his eyes. “Oh, Takemitchy, right? Here for your reservation?” the man behind the counter asked. Blondie nodded furiously. Why is he so excited? Chifuyu raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Actually, I’m just here because I made the reservation, the one who’ll be doing the job is Chifuyu,” Takemitchy said proudly, pushing his friend towards the counter.

Chifuyu swallowed hard. Is this place what he thinks it is? "Alright, sign here and please proceed to the waiting room," the man said, handing a form to Takemitchy. Chifuyu tugged his shirt and pulled his friend aside. "Oi, what're- what am I suppose to do?" he asked, sounding nervous. "You're a 26 year old virgin, I'm helping you out!" Takemitchy explained while signing the form and handing it back to man behind the counter. Chifuyu mentally face palmed himself. This was definitely not how he imagined getting his virginity loss. Especially not with some random girl at a brothel.

"Wait! This is not how I-,"

"You may now go to the waiting hall, gentlemen," the man said, pointing to a room not far from the lift. Takemitchy thanked him and head towards the room without wasting any minute. Chifuyu walked after him, deadpanned at his friend's excited behaviour. "Look, I appreciate the effort but-" "Chifuyu, meet my friend, y/n!" the blonde said, holding hands with a girl in front of him.

The black haired man stared down at the girl. She was gorgeous. Is he lying? Of course not. His eyes trailed down to your body, scanning every inch of your curves. You laughed as he snapped back into reality. "Can't wait to do the dirty, are we?" You teased, pulling him towards you by his tie. Chifuyu's cheeks heated up as you brought your face close to his. “Aww, Takemitchy, you didn’t tell me he was a shy one,” you exclaimed, turning your head to face your blonde friend. “Eh? Chifuyu? Shy? Please, he’s one of Toman’s Top Admin, why would he be shy now?” Takemitchy laughed, making the said boy’s cheeks even hotter. You faced the man in front of you again. Now it was your turn to blush. The faint smell of his cologne filled your nostrils. His skin was fairly smooth. His eyes, oh how you got lost staring into his light blue orbs. Those orbs were just so mesmerizing that you didn’t notice that he was also actually staring into yours. Takemitchy gave off a small chuckle, making both of you snap back into reality.

“Sorry about that,” you said slowly, eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to let this Chifuyu guy to see your red tinted cheeks. Funny how this was actually your first time experiencing a quickened heartbeat for a customer. You slowly jerked your head up to look at the male. Chifuyu took a quick glance at you, making your eyes meet again once more. He rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to say. “Ay yow! I’m not here to just sit and see y’all being all gushy and wasting my money,” Takemitchy complained in a jokingly way. You shot your head up as if you had escaped from a trance. “Alright, Chifuyu! Let’s get going, shall we?” your playful smirk crawling back to your lips, grabbing both of his hands and lead him to another room, leaving Takemitchy alone with his earbuds plugged in.

Chifuyu scrubbed his body under the hot steaming water. One second she was like a teenage girl staring at her very new boyfriend then suddenly she became a playful flirt again, he sighed in thought. He was sure that he could here her heart beating rapidly as if it was about to burst out from her chest.

And yet, here he was, taking a shower before losing his 25 years of being a virgin to a girl he doesn’t even know, let alone have met before. Sounds kinda messed up to be honest, he chuckled at his joke. After slipping on his undergarments and a robe, he exited the bathroom while wiping his damped hair. “Look, I know you’re only doing your job but-” he got cut off, eyes widened at your figure who was slowly taking off your dress, revealing a see through lingerie. Being the kind (and nervous as fuck) gentleman, he immediately looked away, blood rushing to his cheeks and a slight pain growing in his boxers.

You walked up to him and slowly pushed him onto the bed with a light touch of your finger. Chifuyu’s breath hitched as you placed your legs at his sides. You dragged a finger along his jaw to his chin, tilting it upwards, making his eyes stare into yours. The both of you stayed there in silence, listening to each others quicken heartbeats. Your cheeks were tinted red, it was noticeable to Chifuyu. His eyes flickered to your lips then to your eyes. You gulped nervously. On the inside, you were practically cursing to yourself, telling you to get a grip and just treat him like your usual customers. You closed your eyes, wishing that this was just a dream or hoping that the man in front of you isn’t that Chifuyu guy but another customer.

Your eyes fluttered open, only to find that he was leaning into your touch. Fuck it, you thought as you slammed your lips into his. Surprisingly, he too, kissed you back. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your body. Chifuyu placed his hands on your waist and soon, his hands grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist. The kiss then became sloppy as he bit the bottom of your lip gently, gaining access to explore your mouth.

You finally let go in desperate need of air. Chest huffing up and down whilst your sweaty forehead leaned against his. Your cheeks were definitely red now and same as his. "It's okay if you don't want to do it," you said nervously, looking down at- shit. Your eyes widened at the tent in his undergarment. All that kissing made him hard? Your cheeks flushed even more now. Chifuyu noticed this and looked down. Shit, shit, shit, shit, he cursed to himself. "Uhm," he laughed in a nervous and unsure tone. For the first time in your life, you're being this flustered and nervous. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, you concluded as you looked at Chifuyu who was fumbling with the ropes of his robe.

"Uh, I'll take care of this myself," he said, pushing you off his lap. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I know you don't want your first time to be with a, um, a p-prostitute like me, but let me help you with that, plus you don't wanna let Takemitchy's money go to waste, don't you?" you explained. You avoid looking at him, cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment. With a light tug from your hand, Chifuyu went back to the bed.

"F-fuck, that's it," the male sighed, hands gripped onto your sides as you rode him. Screams can be heard from you as you slammed yourself onto his cock. It was tiring, really. Getting your pelvis to hit his everytime was a pain. "Fuyu, I can't," you gasped as his tip hit your cervix. "Now now, princess, you were the one who was all over me in the first place," he said, pulling you by the neck, slightly choking you whislt making your foreheads touch. You flinched at his sudden demeanor. Where did the shy and nervous Chifuyu go?

You can't do it anymore. You toppled on top of him, gasping for air. Chifuyu found this amusing. "Is my wittle princess tired?" he asked in a playful tone while stroking your hair lovingly. You nodded in response, too exhausted from riding and cumming for the third time. You feel like you were about to pass out when he suddenly flipped you over. "Ass up, face down for me, princess," he whispered. You wouldn't be lying if you say his tone of voice turned you on.

You obeyed his words. Chifuyu groped at your ass, feeling the soft flesh against his warm skin. You squirmed under his touch, wanting him to desperately put his dick back inside of you. "Chifuyu, please, ah!" You yelped at the sudden contact. He inserted a finger into your wet entrance, pumping them slowly. Enjoying the pleasure his finger's giving, you didn't realize that your hips started to rock against his hand, following the pace of his digit.

"Stay still, you slut," he snapped as he slapped your ass making you moaned in both pain and pleasure. Chifuyu's free hand grabbed your hip to lock you in place. He stopped penetrating your cunt with his finger and pumped his cock, which was already leaking with precum. You winced at the pain as he inserted his cock inside you. The blacked haired male didn't move, he let you readjust to his size and once he got the signal, he slammed his his against your ass, making you screamed.

Tears slowly streaming down your eyes as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets too hard. Takemitchy said this will be his first time but the way he thrusts-

"Why are are you crying? Don't you like this?" He sounded sadistic and that nearly made you cum on the spot. "Chifuyu, I'm about to cu-," he grabbed a fistful of your hair, making your back hit his chest. "Hold it, hold it in for me, princess," he whispered into your ear. His voice, oh my god, his voice literally nearly made you burst. But you did hold it in for him. At this point, you’d do anything for him.

His thrusts never slowed down. His hand gripping at your waist guided your body, matching his thrusting rhythm. "Chifuyu, please, I can't hold it anymore," you panted. He grabbed your face and kissed you roughly. Tongue swirling, fighting for dominance. His lips trailed down to your jaw then to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving dark purple blue marks. His thrusts began to slow down, signaling that he was close too. “Shit, come for me, princess,” he whispered into you ear and this time you finally came whilst feeling his cum dripping down your thighs.

Chifuyu sat up from the bed. He smiled softly at the girl sleeping peacefully beside him. He checked his phone and saw a message from Takemitchy.

Seems like you’re enjoying yourself, Chifuyu! I’ll be going home now. Hope you like the present!

- Takemitchy

The ebony black haired male smiled at his friend’s message. He turned to face the girl again. She stirred in her sleep, her feet lightly kicking his waist. He chuckled at her sleepy behavior. Their first encounter was weird enough for him. It was as if they were teens again. Staring and getting lost in each others eyes. He smiled at remembering the incident where she stared at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen in her entire life.

“Hey, you’re up early,” the girl said, rubbing her eyes. She crawled towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning against his bare back. “Are you really this clingy after doing your job?” Chifuyu laughed at her pouting face. Heat rises to her cheeks once more as she let go of him. “No, it’s just that, you’re warm that’s all,” she crossed her arms in denial. She looked at the man beside her. He was laughing with his toothy grin shining against the rising sun. The girl’s face blushed at how gorgeous he looks. Chifuyu noticed her tinted cheeks. He kissed her a good morning kiss, taking her by surprise.

“This sounds weird and sudden but wanna be more than just my present?”

note: okay! so that was longer than i expected but this does show how much of a simp i am for this guy lol. anyways, hope you enjoyed the story! <3

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One Sided Mirror

Smile With Teeth (Part 5)

This photo was taken and posted at Japan Info.

{ Alice in Borderland Master List }

Summary: The games have started. There’s no turning back now. Chishiya sees you for the first time in months through a widow that you can’t see into the other side. He watches you smile and laugh, and he can’t help but mirror you. As the game commences, everyone is either a master or a puppet. You were assigned as the puppet, and Chishiya is the master controlling your strings.

Warnings: Spoilers for manga, Character death (Minor).

Notes: Also posted on AO3. If you want to read it there instead, here's THE LINK. This chapter is in Third person POV because it's going to be a constant flip between the two rooms. Anything in italics is a flashback/backstory or, for this chapter, music. One last note, this is the longest chapter thus far - So get comfy!

Tags: @starjane312 @dream-escaper

AIB ML | Index | End

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When Niragi finally entered the same room you were in, you sighed and got up from your spot you were sitting on the floor.

You got nervous when a girl with short hair entered the room instead of him. You thought maybe he decided to ditch you and go into the other room instead. You were weirdly glad to see the burnt man again. As Nirgai walked closer to you, you saw the other girl in the room giving Nirgai a death glare from the other side of the room.

You thought this was curious, but payed no mind to it.

“There you are tater tot. I thought you decided to ditch me and have a party in the other room instead.”

Niragi chucked this time and you realized he was actually in a good mood for once. So much so, that he didn't say anything about the nickname.

“Don’t worry firecracker princess-” Excuse me? “-I wasn’t lying when I said I would be coming into this room with you.”

Then what are you lying about, you thought.

Meanwhile in the other room, there was a frozen Chishiya staring though the one-sided window. And his eyes were aimed directly at you.

Even now with your hair in pony tail and wearing clothing that looked like they really needed a wash, you looked like you were the most beautiful girl in the universe, to him.

For months he only dreamed about seeing you again. For months he scammed and betrayed others to get back to the same world as you. When in reality, you were in the same world the entire time.

His eyes didn’t leave your face as he walked over to the window. He put his hand on it and held his breath when he thought he saw your smile for a second. He was about to hit the glass, to make you look at him because all he wanted in that moment was for you to look at him, but Arisu stopped him.

“They can't see you. It must be one of those one sided mirror, windows.”

He heard Arisu, but he didn’t look at him to acknowledge he heard him. Chishiya was too in awe of you being just a piece of glass away.

Kuina realized quickly Chishiya was concentrating on something. She looked into the other room through the window and realized his eyes were set on a girl she's never seen before. She stepped away from the wall she was leaning on next to Arisu and stood next to Chishiya. Starting at the same girl he was.

“Do you know her or something?”

Chishiya nodded his head, but in that moment couldn't speak. It took him until you turned fully away from him to get him out of his trance, but his eyes still never left the back of your head.

“Her name is Y/n. She’s my fiancé.”

He wasn't sure why he decide to tell Kuina this especially now after all this time he hid it. Maybe because you were right there in front of him, and had to say it out loud to make sure it was real. That he wasn't dreaming, and by saying it out loud, it was written in stone REAL!

But, it very much wasn't a dream.

Kuina was surprised Chishiya just admitted he had a fiancé. Even more so that he has a fiancé to begin with. She looked at Y/n more closely now and thought she was pretty, but what she was really looking for is a reason this girl would want to marry someone like Chishiya.

Kuina only saw the sides of Chishiya that were ruthless, and would do anything and everything to survive.

As she was looking at Y/n, chewing on her unlit cigarette in concentration, she watched her roll her eyes and smack Nirgai's arm. Niragi made a face like he was in pain and Kuina smiled.

“I like her already.”

As Kuina made this comment she heard the door behind her open. A man no older then 20 with slick black hair walked in. When she faced the window again, she saw a women in her lower 30s enter the other room.

After glimpsing at the two new players, she looked back to Chishiya and nearly dropped the cigarette out of her mouth.

Chishiya was smiling, with teeth! It was the weirdest and most baffling thing to see on Chishiya. Chishiya smirks and half smiles, but never ones like that. She liked Y/n a little more now. Anyone able to make a man like Chishiya smile like that, was worth everything Chishiya’s been doing to get back to her, in Kuina’s opinion.

Kuina was about to make a joke about his smile, but then a ‘bing’ was heard on all of their phones. Everyone in both room A and B looked down at their phones in an instant to finally find out what this game was going to be about.

“Welcome players. You have entered the Jack of Clubs. Worth 11 days.”

“This is different,” you voiced outloud to Niragi.

He nodded, but didn’t look away from his phone.

“Name of game: Puppets on stings.”

Puppets?

You were confused on what this game would entail. There were no puppets or strings around. You thought maybe the people on the other side had these things, but then what were you four going to be doing?

“Rule 1: Those in room A are the puppets. Those in room B are the masters and will choose which puppet they would like to master by pressing the tile their puppets are in front of.”

You glance down at the floor and mentally pat yourself on the back for your intuitions being right. You knew the second you say the black and white tiles that they were going to be important.

“Rule 2: If the puppets don’t step on the exact tiles their masters picked, both the master and it’s puppet will be eliminated.”

You swallowed at the thought of what “eliminated” entailed.

“Rule 3: The masters must pick ten different tiles each time before their puppets do their steps. They can not pick the same steps twice.”

After that rule, everyone’s screens went black.

In room B, a panel started to glow on the opposite wall of the window. It was an exact replica of the tiles in room A’s flooring.

In room A, everyone stepped off the floor onto the black carpet when the edges of the tiles started to glow. It went away when everyone got off the floor. Then, the mirror in the front of the room illuminated an exact replica on the floor in front of them.

“That must be what they see on the other side.”

Usagi stated. The other three participants in room A all nodded in unison. Everyone in room A then stayed quiet and waited for the other players to make their move.

In room B, the man with no name walked up to the illuminated board. He glanced back at the women he entered with and swallowed loudly.

Chishiya knew the second he saw the man he was going to fuck up something that should be so simple.

The man pressed a tile all the way to the left on the board and it made a noise that sounded like a keyboard. He continued to pick tiles, super slow, and it played a different tune every time he pressed a tile, until he finished.

Chishiya didn’t even need to look at the other side to know his partner was going to die. He picked it at random instead of paying attention to the sounds the board made.

The unnamed women was the first to go since the man pressed the tile in front of her. She got the first 3 steps correct, but when she got to the fourth one she was standing in place looking at the tiles around her in deep concentration. Trying to remember the next tile she was supposed to step on.

The man that picked her steps banged on the window and yelled at her, “It’s the one to your right! To your right, Maya!”

It was no use though, since no one on the other side could hear him.

She didn't pick the one to her right. She stepped on the one to her left and a loud and long siren sounded. Both boards lit up in red, and both the players were killed by lasers instantly.

You stared at the now lifeless body in front of you and swallowed. Your main goal was to survive, but it never got easier watching someone die in front of you.

Chishiya on the other hand wasn't caring about the dead man in his room. He was looking at you the entire time. He saw you swallow and your expression change. He never wanted to hold you in his arms more than in this moment. To tell you it’s okay, and that he was here for you.

But he had to wait. He had to wait until this game was over to hold you again. To feel you in his arms and burry his face in your hair. To smell your signature sent that his nose became so accustomed to. And by God, he promised himself he would make sure this reunion happened.

He glanced at Arisu when he saw him move up to the board. He was about to press the tile in front of you, but Chishiya jumped in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Arisu questioned.

“You can’t pick her.”

It was a simple answer, but Chishiya’s tone of voice said it all. He wasn't going to let Arisu pick your steps and have the potential of killing you. He wanted to pick your steps because he wanted to, hopefully, in someway let you know he was there. He listened to the key board once and already knew what steps he was going to give you.

“Why can't I pick her? It’s better if we pick someone we don’t know and leave the other two for last.”

Kuina stepped up now, standing on the otherwise of Arisu.

“Yeah, but you also now have the power to give Usagi super easy steps. Better if you pick her steps than one of us.”

Arisu looked between Kuina and Chishiya. He wordlessly nodded his head in understanding, then put his hand down from the square that he was about to press that would of picked the tile in front of you.

As Arisu was putting in Usagi’s steps, Kuina and Chishiya stepped away from Arisu again so he was out of ear shot.

“Thanks, Kuina.”

Chishiya whispered.

“Don’t thank me. I want to save her just as much as you.”

Chishiya looked at Kuina and raised an eyebrow to question her statement. Kuina rolls her eyes at him like the answer to his unsaid question was obvious.

“I wanna meet the women that brought that smile on your face.”

Kuina laughs at her own comment, but instead of acknowledging it Chishiya looks to you through the window.

You're leaning on the wall and watching Usagi take her steps that Arisu picked for her. You wondered what the people on the other side of the mirror looked like. You know for sure the person that burned Nirgai is over there.

There’s no other explanation for Nirgai not coming into this room earlier besides that.

He probably got in an altercation with them - actually - you're almost positive he did. When he came into the room all smiley, you knew he won whatever battle commenced in the hallway.

You start to tune into the little song the steps Usagi is taking made, and bob your head. Each time she takes a step it sounded like a keyboard and you can almost image it becoming a song in your head.

Nirgai bends down to your level and whispers into your ear, “Having fun dancing firecracker princess?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname. You turn to face Niragi and squint your eyes at him to show you're announce.

“Do you want me to hit you again?”

He scoffed at your come back.

“That’s all you got? Not my fault you hate the nickname. Like tater tot is any better.”

This is true. You giggle at him and go back to facing Usagi.

She just landed on the last tile she needed and you watch her whole body relax after that. The board turns green and a chime goes off. Usagi’s phone bings so she takes it out of her jacket pocket to look at it. The robotic voice your all used to hearing announces,

“Congratulations.”

Usagi goes to the other side of the wall next to you. You wait until she gets to the wall to grab her attention.

“Hey! Good job. You can now stay you went through a face card game.”

You smile at her, but when she turns to face you her confident smile disappears. You don't realize why until you see her eyes aren't looking at you, but at the tall man behind you. You glance behind you and see Nirgai isn't paying attention to you anymore. You scoot over until your shoulder to shoulder with her.

“Don’t worry about him. He may seem like the villain in every fair tail, but on the inside he’s got a lot of baggage.”

You don’t know why you're telling her this. Maybe because you're bored of just standing there, or too clear her mind of Nirgai. Either way, you see someone nervous and instantly want to help them calm those nerves.

“He has baggage, you say? Does that give him the right to rape girls?”

“What?”

You bounce off the wall like it suddenly felt uncomfortable to lean against. You knew it was a possibility he tried to attack other girls besides you, but you didn't think you would meet someone else that knew about him too.

Usagi nodded her head as a confirmation as to what she just said.

Your concentration is steered away from her for a second when you hear the chimes from the wall. They didn’t pick your spot, so that means Niragi is going next.

You turn back to Usagi and still have a face of disbelief on.

“You know Niragi?”

Usagi nods her head for another confirmation.

“Yeah, we were at The Beach together.”

You made a ‘Ah’ sound and then looked at the man himself again. He had his gun leaning against the wall in-between you and is staring at the illuminating wall intensly.

You whipped your head back to Usagi when she tapped you on your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t stay with him if I were you. You have no idea what’s he’s done.”

You understood Nirgai was a bad person. You didn't need to be told twice that you should ditch this guy as soon as possible. All he needs to do is point out the guy who has the cards and you’ll be on your way.

“Trust me, I'm not going to stay with him for any longer than I need to. Names Y/n, by the way.”

“Usagi. B-but if you don’t want to be around him, why are you?”

You looked at Usagi, who you literally just met, and knew by that alone that you can't tell her your true intentions. She may try to get those cards for herself and you have your own reasons as to needing those cards.

You decide to give the best answer you can without giving away your plans.

“I’m helping him go after the man who burned him close to death.”

It’s not an entire lie. You still haven't ruled out all possibilities of who that person could be, but you still needed those cards. If it gives another person a goal to help you with your plans, then so be it.

Usagi looks at you in question. “Why are you after Chi-”

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence because Nirgai’s loud voice overpowered hers.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

You turn back to Niragi and scoot closer to him until your shoulder bumped his.

“Hard steps?”

“Yeah.” He looks down at you and raises an eyebrow at you in question. “You worried about me?”

You nearly laugh at his question. You shoved his shoulder and tell him, “Go. Just try and not to get yourself killed. I need you after all.”

He lazily waves his hand at you, then begins the steps that whoever his “master” gave him.

That master was none other then Kuina. She made sure to give Niragi the hardest steps she could make up. Ones where he has to jump practically 3 feet just to get on the right blocks. She knew if he messed up she would die too, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud as she watched him jump around.

As she was laughing at Nirgai being her own personal puppet, she glances over at Chishiya. He’s been none stop staring at you the entire time. He’ll have a little smile bloom when you laugh or smile, but then he’ll tense up every time Niragi gets close to you.

Nothing special really happens as Nirgai does his steps. He finishes pretty quickly and you realized then why his speciality is Diamonds. He didn’t even stop to think about any step he took.

When he was done, Nirgai walked back to you and bumped your shoulder.

“Told you I wouldn’t die. Your turn firecracker princess.”

You ignore his stupid nickname and breath in all the air you can muster. You look at the board on the wall and wait for whoever your “master” is to create your steps.

And that master, is none other than your fiancé Chishiya himself.

Chishiya has never had to care about the steps he’s taken before. He's glided through his childhood, school, and even the games he’s needed to play in the past. But as he walks up to the board to pick the steps you're going to take, he can't help himself but fumble on his own thoughts.

Chishiya knows what steps he wants to give you. He knows what song he wants to recreate for you. He just hopes you remember what they mean, to the both of you.

You and Chishiya are walking down the streets of Tokyo. You just left an exclusive - and very expensive - restaurant you went to eat at. It was your first date and Chishiya wanted it to be special.

Chishiya finally convinced himself that the feelings that have been growing for you since he met you weren’t just his imagination. He asked you out a week later though. The day he asked you on a date was the most nerve raking day of his life - next to when he proposed to you - but he wasn't thinking that far ahead in that moment.

You told Chishiya he didn’t need to bring you somewhere so expensive, but he just looked at you and told you, “Your worth every yen in Tokyo.”

Just thinking about your earlier conversation with him brings a smile to your face. You squeeze his hand, that’s tightly wrapped in yours, to get his attention. He looks down at you and raises an eyebrow to show he's listening.

“Worth every yen in Tokyo, huh?”

He shakes his head and smiles your favorite type of smile. His pretty white teeth show and this makes you bite your lip. If you smiled any bigger, your face would split.

“I don't know... Can I think about it?”

You scoff and playful hit his arm, but your smile never leaves your face. You both look forward again and continue your journey into town.

It wasn't until you both started to pass a old looking gift shop that was playing American music, that you stopped.

He stopped with you since his hand was in yours. He sees your looking at something, so he turns in the direction your eyes are directed. When he doesn’t see anything, he looks back to you and - he can’t breath.

All the air has been sucked right out of his lungs as he looks to you.

You're staring at him with admiration. No one’s ever looked at him like that before.

Your lips are parted and your head is crocked to the side. You're not sure if it’s the day, or the music playing in the background, but you can’t stop looking at your date like he’s the most incredible person you’ve ever met.

You slowly pull Chishiya close to you with his hand still in yours.

His eyes go wide for a second, but he lets you pull him close to him. He swallows even though his throat has gone dry. He knew what dates entailed. Dinner, movies, and at the end - just maybe - you would kiss.

He’s never kissed someone before, he never had the need to. But he wasn't going to make it obvious or tell you this information.

Just as your lips were about to meet, you stop leaning forward. He thinks you're waiting for him to make the final push, but before he could talk himself up into doing just that, you say something he wasn't expecting.

“Dance with me?”

He shakes his head and has to blink a few times. To clear his earlier thoughts. He was so focused on the task he thought you wanted, so he didn't think he heard you correctly.

“W-what?”

You giggle at his reaction, and it sounded like the best music to his ears.

“Dance with me, Chishiya.”

It takes him a moment, but he eventually nods his head. He places his hands on your hips and you wrap your arms around his neck. You place your head on his shoulder, and in that moment, Chishiya felt like you two were the only people in the universe.

You're both swaying to the beat slowly, even though the music starts to pick up, but you both don't care. You both were in your own little world at the center of Tokyo in front of an old gift shop that you both have never seen in your lives.

It was this moment, that Chishiya knew you were the girl for him. The fact that you were smart, could make him smile, be spontaneous, and surprise him was only a few reasons on why he knew.

He always told himself girlfriends and wives were not needed, and only a distraction to what mattered. With what he knows about his parents marriage, only getting together to gain a chair at the hospital, he also saw relationships as a scam.

But this was no scam. You didn’t care what his last name entailed or how much money he was inheriting. You only cared about who Chishiya was as a person.

He hears you hum along with the song and listens contently.

You hum to each press of the piano it makes then hum a little louder each time the song picks up to a new beat. You were listening to the music, but he was listening to you.

Feeling at peace for the first time in his life.

He pressed the blocks that made the same sound you hummed that day. He remembered it even now after 6 years. He remembered a lot of things about that day. How it was your first date, first kiss, and the first time he knew he was going to fall for you.

He turns around to face you through the one sided mirror, and he knew the second he saw the tears in your eyes...

You knew it was him.

You were hoping it was, but at the same time hoped it wasn't, throughout the whole day. But now that you know, you can't keep back the water works that are about to burst. Chishiya, the love of your life, is on the other side of that mirror. And all you have to do, is repeat the song you danced to all those years ago, to see him again.

You breath in a shaky breath and try to contain your emotions as best you can. This song became your song after that day. It was the song you would turn up anytime it would play in the car while he was driving. It was the song you picked to play at your wedding that was supposed to happen a month from when you got sent here. It was the song you hummed to yourself before going to bed just to feel closer to Chishiya and remember that day on repeat.

And now this song is about to be another milestone. A song you have to remember the right steps for, so you both can survive this death defying game.

You step forward onto the right tile and the first key plays. You go on to do this and hum a long to what should be the music.

You're hearing rumors about me and you can't stomach the thought

Of someone touching my body when you're so close to my heart

I won't deny what they saying because most of it is true

But it was all before I fell for you, so please, babe

So please, babe

I don't wanna go there

We should never go there

So please don't judge me and I won't judge you

'Cause it could get ugly before it gets beautiful

Please don't judge me and I won't judge you

And if you love me, then let it be beautiful

When you hit the final step, your face is practically drenched in tears. You stare at the mirror and skim the whole thing just thinking about where Chishiya is behind it right now.

You knew your phone probably gave you a congratulations, but you didn’t hear it.

You were too focused on the fact that he was right on the other side of that mirror. So close, but still so far.

On the other side, Chishiya is starting at you just as intensely. He didn’t realize it, but as you were replaying the steps he picked, he was slowly inching himself closer to the mirror.

All that was keeping you apart, was this one sided mirror.

You weren't right next to each other, but your hearts we're connected. Even as your eyes looked across the mirror, you felt in your heart that at some points you both made eye contact. You were so close to each other.

So God damn close.

You jumped when Nirgai ruins the silence by clapping. You quickly wipe your face before turning around to look at him.

“Well done, sweetheart. Who knew you were such a good dancer.”

It was then, as you were looking at Nirgai in the eyes, all you saw now from him was a person that just made the worst possible enemy he could make.

He didn’t just lie to you, he lied to you about knowing Chishiya. The love of your life, and the reason why you wanted the cards so badly to get back to Tokyo - and he knew where he was the entire time. He knew him and didn’t tell you. He wanted revenge against the love of your life so badly, he made you suffer an ongoing loss for continuing being away from him.

You had a feeling, a sickening feeling, but you told yourself that can’t be true. Now you know why you’ve never felt worlds apart from Chishiya - because he’s never been worlds apart to begin with.

And this person, this evil and cruel man, kept you from him.

Big mistake.

You knew what Nirgai was like. Even though you just met him a day ago, you knew what type of person he was.

He was an animal that loved to torture his pray before claiming and ripping it to shreds. That pray wasn't you either, it was Chishiya. Nirgai would do anything to create a reaction out of Chishiya. He would want to know he's squirming in his spot because of him. That’s how you knew what you had to do.

You create the biggest fake smile of your life onto your face. You skip over to Nirgai like a schoolgirl wanting to be near their crush. You eye the gun leaning against the wall next to him, but not for long so he could notice.

You crooked your head to the side and slowly rubbed your hand up his arms.

“Did I really do good Nirgai?”

His eyes got bigger for a second. You saw him glance at the mirror, but then back to you. He leaned in close to your ear, and you had to keep yourself from shaking with disgust when you felt him lick it.

Before you could let him whisper some dirty words you’ll never want to hear coming from his mouth, you grab his gun and push him a few feet away from you.

You’ve only shot a gun once at a shooting range before. It was a spur of the moment thing that you dragged Chishiya into, but in that moment, you were glad you went, so you weren’t clueless with the weapon in your hands.

You picked it up and tried not to show how heavy it was in your hands. You pointed it right at Niragi and made sure to keep both eyes opened as you pointed it at him.

It took Niragi a second to realize what just happened. When he did, he laughed and acted like this was all a big joke.

“Oh, Y/n. What do you think your doing?”

But you didn’t answer him. You had your own questions you wanted answers too.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What? Tell you what?”

Your finger tightened on the trigger and his eyes went wide for a second. Nirgai was actually beginning to understand the servility of the situation.

“Why didn’t you tell me my fiancé was here? Why didn’t you tell me that Chishiya was the guy with the numbered cards, and was here in Borderland the entire time!?”

You heard Usagi gasp behind you, but you didn’t move your eyes away from Niragi.

Niragi put his hands up lazily, trying to fake not being scared that you could easily end his life with one move of your trigger finger.

“You got me, sweetheart. Call me an asshole, but I needed you to get my revenge. I wasn’t expecting the games to be like this though. Stupid on my part, wouldn’t you say?”

Your eyes twitched and you heard a door open behind you, but you paid it no mind. Any background sounds were not making you look away from your target.

“So, what then? You were just going to kill me and have a good laugh about it later. No care about anyone but yourself?”

Nirgai laughed like you just said the most funniest joke in the universe.

“Me! Be selfish! Bitch, if you really knew who I was, and what I’ve done these past few months, it would make your jaw drop to the God damn floor. You think just because we had a little therapy session earlier that I wouldn’t try to kill you at some point?”

That’s not what you thought at all. In fact, you knew that occurrence would happen again at some point. You just weren't expecting it to be this soon.

“You have a lot of smack to say for someone who’s on the other side of the gun right now.”

Nirgai bites the corner of his cheek then glances behind you.

“Yeah, well you should ask your precious fiancé what he’s done these past few months. I would see if that ring of yours is refundable.”

He nods behind you and this time you actually turn around.

You froze in your spot.

Standing right there near the door, was none other then Chishiya himself.

Ending notes: Finally! You’ve finally reunited and both know each others in Borderland! I got so emotional while writing this because I had to kick into my sappy side to write the flashback for this chapter. I hope it wasn’t too cheesy though XD

For anyone that doesn’t know, Yen is the Japanese version of US dollars… kinda. I was originally just going to say ‘worth every penny,’ but it didn’t seem right since this is based in Japan, Tokyo. I hope Google gave me the right information when I looked it up, but if not sue Google not me.

Also, the song I used was Don’t Judge Me by Chris Brown. I don’t necessarily love the singer, but I do love this song and I thought the lyrics fit perfectly in this story.

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#alice in borderland #Chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya x Reader #niragi suguru #games #reunited #minor character death #smile with teeth #smile with teeth part 5 #one sided mirror

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TEACHING THE TOMAN BOYS TO SKATEBOARD (part 2)

Pairings : Hanma Shuuji x reader, Takashi Mitsuya x reader

Warnings : mentions of Shuuji's sadism and crude language( angst to fluff) , cigarettes (cause it's Hanma) and manga spoilers for Mitsuya (pure serotonin. He is such a precious baby T^T)

They are in their third year

Here's part 1!

Hanma Shuuji

“Fucking hate it here”

Out of the corner of your eye you could see a puff of grey smoke. Shuuji split his lips as he breathed out the cancer stick.

“Even if this is the same place where you and your gang gather?” you asked with an amused tone.

“At least I know there’s gonna be a fight. Someone would be lucky to have their teeth knocked out by me” Shuuji said with a glint in his eye.

“Well… today we’re not here to knock someone’s teeth out. We’re here to” you said as you lift your skateboard up, “take a break”. Shuuji looked at the skateboard lazily. Taking if from your hands, he flipped it over examining the faded-out art at the bottom of the board. His eyes widened as a crazed idea went through his head as the cigarette stuck out of his mouth.

Taking another long drag of it, he twirled the cigarette around the tips of his fingers and pressed the lit end of it into the board. He smothered the bright embers of his cigarette into the wood till there was nothing but a scorched mark left on it.

“If anything, it makes a good ash tray. Don’t you think (Y/N) ♡ ~?” he said in a teasing tone as his wide eyes moved from the mark on your board to your face. What kind of an expression did you make? What kind of a feeling were you feeling? Were you going to get angry at him? He felt an adrenaline rush from the feeling of unpredictability of what could possibly be going through your head.

“I pity you” you said in a soft tone as you snatched the board from his hands and kept it close to your side while your other hand clenched into a tight fist.

“Hah?” Shuuji said as his hands went limp by his sides and slithered their way into his pocket.

“What? You thought I was gonna get angry? Gonna yell? Scream? Hit? I know you Shuuji. I’ve been watching you for a while and nothing comes off as a surprise to me anymore. If anything, it makes me feel pity cause the only thing that seems to make you happy is the expense of someone else. And today… it was the skateboard my dad gave me” you said as your gaze was fixed on cement of the skateboarding rink. You could feel a ghost of tears on the edge of your waterline, but you had to get away before you could let them fall.

Pushing past Hanma and shoving your shoulder against his bicep you left for home. Shuuji didn’t turn around, choosing to grit his teeth and walk home instead of taking the bike ride, thinking about what you said while fiddling with the box of cigarettes in his pocket and lighter in the other.

It had been a week since you last saw Shuuji. A week since your favorite skateboard got burned. And a week since you last spoke to him. Even though you did have your space, you felt strange of not hearing any sort of hollering in the empty hallways of school or being waited for at the gates. In a way, it did give you the space you needed, but it came with a heavy heart of a silent grudge you held against his actions. Picking up your skateboard, you grazed your fingertips on the burn mark. You could feel the uneven bumps and brown mark left by the harsh embers. Gritting your teeth, your heart turned cold at the thought of that sadistic smile Shuuji wore as he snuffed out the embers on your skateboard.

Clink

You were pulled away from your thoughts. Where was that sound coming from?

Clink

You looked towards your window

Clink

There was no mistaking it. It was coming from that direction. Opening the window, a hand with the word “punishment” embedded into the top of it came to your attention.

“ah huh. Kuso. Mendokusai. Demo na, Almost getting caught by your mom sure was such a treat ♡ ~” a high pitched voice came from under the black hoodie as the man threw himself into your room by swinging his arm over.

You could recognize that voice anywhere.

“What the fuck do you want Shuuji?” you said as you crossed your arms staring into the purple eyes of the tall man in front of you. Pulling his hoodie back, you could see his hair flat against his head, covered in sweat from climbing up your window earlier.

“My my no need to get hostile (Y/N) ♡ ~” he said as he reached behind him. You took a step back, unsure what it was. This did not go unnoticed by Shuuji. His shoulders slouched as he pulled out a box from behind him. I t was shabbily wrapped but it had something in it. Holding it out to you, his moved in the direction of your old skateboard that laid on the floor upside down, presenting the consequences of his actions.

Taking the box from his hand, you placed it on the table and began to unwrap it.

It was a skateboard. It was your (f/c). Even the brand matched from your last one. You a sound of shuffling on the floor. Looking towards your side, you saw Shuuji sitting on the floor, running his finger across the burn mark on the faded underside of your board that sat in his lap. Knowing that he can’t say the words, you took a seat at a good distance beside him. You both stared into the darkness of the night from your room with only the moon in front and bed behind you to keep you company with words that hanged in the air waiting for the right time to be said.

Gomen.

We’ll be okay.

Bonus:

“What’s the point of customizing it?” Shuuji said as he handed over his brand-new skateboard to you.

“You’ll see” you said as you grabbed the skateboard from his hand. Before you could pull your arm back, you felt a firm grip on your wrist. Shuuji took your wrist up to his lips and left a trail of kisses on it before he began to suck on the skin of your inner wrist, leaving a mark.

“what was that for” you asked as he moved behind you.

He licked your cheek and you squealed in disgust.

‘I will never hurt you’.

Takashi Mitsuya (his is more of a dialogue but this is how the idea played out in my head. He is so sweet T^T)

Mitsuya sat on his bike as he saw you push your weight on the skateboard using your leg, a soft smile on his lips. Using your skateboard, you came towards him and stopped, holding the end of your skateboard in your hands. He waved at you as you broke into a small jog, joining him.

“For how long have you been standing here” you asked as you pressed your palms against your knees while bending down, catching your breath. “Maybe for the last fifteen minutes or so…” Mitsuya said as he handed you a can of juice he picked up on the way to the skateboarding rink.

“You really shouldn’t have waited Mit-chin” you said as you opened the can and took a swing of juice from it. Looking down at your skateboard, an idea came into your head.

“Ne Mit-chin” you said as you looked towards him.

“Hm…?” he said as he looked at you.

“Do you know how to skateboard?” you asked.

“Hm… no. Why do you ask?” he said with a confused tone.

“So the second division captain doesn’t know how to skateboard” you said with a smirk.

“The second division captain knows to kick ass and is a part of Toman too” he said in an irritated tone. Grabbing his hand, you gave him a gentle pull, silently asking him to get off his bike. Releasing a sigh, he hooped off his bike, kicking it into a standing position. “Nanda?” he asked with his arms crossed as you let go of his hand. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you said

“We are going to skateboard”

His lavender eyes widened as the words escaped your mouth.

“Oh no you don’t. I am not about to have another situation of bruises and scratches after dealing with Luna and Mana today” he said as he gently pushed your hands away.

“Hora Mit-chin. It’ll be fun, I promise! Hold my hands” you said as you turned your palms upwards and looked at him. After his orbs met yours, he looked down at your hands, entwining his digits around yours. Guiding him towards the skateboard, you stood ahead of him.

“Keep one foot on the board and place the other one on the ground” you said as you stared at his foot clad boots. “Turn it facing forward” you said as he shuffled his foot on the board. Listening to your instructions he placed his foot on the ground.

“Good. Now, relax your shoulders” you said as you pressed his shoulders, feeling the muscle tense but loosen the knots beneath your fingertips.

“Now push your foot” you said.

Listening to you, Mitsuya raised his arms on either side and began to push the skateboard. The skateboard was slow and shaky but it wasn’t bad for a first timer. You could see that he began to lose balance and you ran in front him, catching him by the shoulders in order to prevent him from falling.

“baka! What if I fell on top you?” he half yelled at your reckless action.

“Did you have fun?” you asked as you stared up at him with a smile. Returning your smile back he answered

“I have a great teacher”.

‘Shiawase da’ said his silent voice.

Bonus :

Giggles could be heard all around the skateboard shop. “Luna. Mana. Ikageni shite” Mitsuya said in a firm tone.

“It’s alright Mit-chin. They’re still children” you said as you shuffled through skateboards deciding which one to pick for your boyfriend. “Doesn’t help the fact that I have three kids to take care of” he retorted.

“Hidoi” you said with a pout as you looked at him. He pinched your cheeks as you continued to furrow your eyebrows at him. Staring at the opposite end of the wall, something caught your eye. Following your gaze, Mitsuya looked down, thinking that you were about to look for a helmet.

“ano sa Mit-chin. You can ride that if you don’t want the skateboard” you said pointing towards the scooter that hanged on the wall.

“Onii chan would look so lame in that” Luna said as she stared at the aluminum contraption.

“Right?” came Mana’s voice, agreeing with her sister.

“Urusai” Mistuya said as he grabbed the helmet, kneepads and a skateboard.

It had a streak of your (f/c) in it.

‘You’ll be there to catch me again’

Notes :

Kuso : fuck

Mendokusai : Pain in the ass

Demo : But

Gomen : Sorry

Nanda : What is it?

Hora : C’mon, There there

Baka : Idiot, Stupid

Shiawase da : I’m happy

Ikageni shite : That’s enough

Hidoi : So mean

Ano sa : Yanno

Urusai : Shut up

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pluviophile-imagines · 4 years

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LOWI CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER MILESTONE!! 🥺💞💞💞 u deserve it and so much more!! for the kiss prompt could i get 18 with shinsou ?? 🥺👉👈

TYSM SOFFFF so uh. I’ve been fuckin stupid dkfnskfb my dumbass rlly wrote Shinsou correctly on my master post like a week ago and then still managed to write for Shigaraki instead when it came to the actual piece 😳 so thanks to my handyman brainrot you get two—that’s right, two!—characters for the price of one ur welcome ♥️ I cheated a lil bit so shinsou;s not sitting in the reader’s lap it’s just his head but i think its cute 🥺 also Shiggy’s is like twice as long as ive been trying to write them oops i rlly like the jealous reader premise 👉👈 it’s under the read more bc of that and bc of kiiiinda spoilers? if yall arent caught up to the manga you won’t get it but if u are it’s canonical. Whew that was a lot! Enjoy!

Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap

Shinsou

To say that your relationship with Shinsou is new would be an understatement. You’ve been friends for years—ever since the third year of high school when you’d been assigned to him as his support—but you’ve never been particularly close until recently when you’d once again found yourself working on his hero costume and support items.

He’d only asked you out yesterday after nearly two months of tension-filled glances and fleeting touches. Now, the two of you are watching a movie at your mutual friend Kirishima’s apartment, sitting quite awkwardly on a loveseat and pretending like you don’t want to get closer to each other. You haven’t told your friends yet about your new relationship status, but that’s not entirely what’s holding you two back. If anything, it’s run-of-the-mill first date awkwardness (if watching a movie with six of your closest friends around can be considered a date), too afraid to initiate anything.

The movie’s dull; the two of you have pulled out your phones to snark at each other through text, a strategy you’d begun weeks ago after being hushed one too many times by Kaminari because you were talking too loudly. The bright screens probably aren’t all that much better, but you two are in the back anyway; nobody can see it unless they turn away from the TV.

You risk a glance up and end up locking eyes with Shinsou. Your face heats up, heartbeat quickening, as he gives you a charming smile. You watch him glance around the room, unsure at first why he’s doing it until he turns his attention back to you and slowly, silently, moves over across the loveseat into your personal space.

Your legs are touching now, faces so close your nose is nearly brushing his. One of his hands has come to brace against the armrest you’re leaning on, allowing him to stay leaning in.

“Hey,” he says, little more than a whisper and clearly hushed so the others don’t hear.

“Hey yourself,” you respond, earning yourself a low snort.

Instead of vocally responding, he pushes himself back up to a sitting position and then moves his hands to maneuver your legs until you’re no longer curled up against the couch’s backing but sitting like a normal person.

Then he lays down, head resting on your thighs, and turns to face the movie.

You’re grinning uncontrollably. All possible self-conscious thoughts of the others seeing you are dashed from your mind; you like the weight of him in your lap too much.

You spend much of the rest of the movie like that, easily over half an hour. A few minutes in he reaches down to find your hand and bring it to his hair, encouraging you to stroke it. It’s even softer than you’ve imagined in the past, fluffy and thick and genuinely nice to run your hands though. There’s a surge of contentment that rushes through you, and maybe a little bit of pride at the knowledge that you can do this pretty much any time you want now.

By the end of the film, you’re pretty sure Shinsou’s fallen asleep. He gives you the scare of your life, however, when he grabs your arm as you’re trying to pull away. His eyes open, purple irises trained on you.

What happens next you blame on grogginess, him still not quite being awake. He blames it on you; whenever you mention it, he says he saw you and had become consumed with an overwhelming desire to just lean up and kiss you. Whatever the reason, it’s nice for you.

His hand comes up to the back of your neck, tugging you down just as much as he lifts up. It begins soft, kind of sweet, just lips as the two of you melt into each other—but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Within moments the two of you morph the kiss from a quick peck after a movie to a very passionate makeout, and frankly you’d be more concerned if they hadn’t interrupted the two of you.

You pull away when you hear Kaminari’s wolf whistle, left sitting on the loveseat with a burning face and your boyfriend in your lap, still half asleep.

Shigaraki

You’re not jealous.

No, you’ve been dating Tomura for months. You can’t be jealous when he’s, well, yours, and has been for quite some time. You’re his first relationship, his first everything, and it’s frankly foolish of you to feel this insecure just because some floozy is simpering at him from across the enormous room where you and the rest of the League are scattered about. It’s not like she really wants him, or even knows him; he’s just the hew big-shot leader and she’s decided being his lover sounds good. Too bad that role’s already taken.

Still, there’s a sinking feeling in your chest—an ache in your heart, a burning lump in your throat—that says now that Tomura is Grand Commander he’ll drop you for someone better.

You don’t realize you’re glaring daggers at the woman until she catches your eye. She has no business looking that smug; the only reason she’s allowed in the room is to give Tomura reports. You’re the one lounging next to him as she approaches; he has your legs over his lap, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing circles on your thigh.

And when she bends down to drop the report on his lap (as if your damn legs aren’t there, you want to scoff) she draws the eyes of every League member except the one she wants, because you’re the one who has Tomura’s attention.

He’s wearing Father, but you’ve long passed being afraid when he looks at you from between those lifeless digits and you can see the expression beneath; those lips tugging down slightly in a pout, brow furrowed, eyes far softer than they have any damn business being while hiding behind the severed hand of his old man. He’s concerned, and a little confused.

Tomura plucks the report from your legs and sets it aside, reaching to pull you fully into his lap. To your surprise he takes Father off, too; he buries his face into your neck to prevent the outsider from seeing, lips just brushing your ear so that you can hear him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since the secretary came in, brat.”

Like hell you’re saying anything in front of her. You remain stubbornly silent.

He doesn’t like that, you can tell, but while the secretary’s interest is lost on him he knows you well enough to tell that you’re uncomfortable with her. Presumably that’s why he doesn’t press the issue and kisses you instead.

You don’t expect it. Tomura’s not exactly one to shy away from PDA (you’re sitting in his lap in front of the whole League, for fuck’s sake), but intimacy is something he’s never wanted to take beyond closed doors. When he’s in a sour mood you’ll kiss him sometimes, even in public (he’s invigorated by your affection in many way, but never anything you’d call heated.

This kiss, though, is. It’s anything but chaste, perhaps even downright lewd. He’s all but initiating a makeout with you while Miss Secretary is standing right there. Maybe his affection-motivated ways are rubbing off on you, but it helps more than it probably ought to.

You’re dazed by the time he pulls away. The sound of the door slamming closed snaps you from your trance. The secretary, ploy foiled simply by your annoyed expression, had left. It doesn’t matter. None of this was ever really about her in the first place.

“There,” Tomura says, audibly quite pleased with himself. “She’s gone. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You sigh, leaning in to tuck your own head into his shoulder. Your voice is muffled when you speak, quiet so that only he can hear.

“It’s dumb.”

“It’s bothering you,” he says simply. There’s an underlying statement there: tell me so I can destroy it for you. In many ways, Tomura is a predictable man.

You know he’s not going to drop it, so you accept your fate. “She was making a pass at you.”

He tenses beneath you, holding you closer. You risk lifting your head from where it’s buried to see the way his nose is scrunched up. “She wasn’t.”

“Yeah, she was.”

There’s a pause, like he’s processing everything you’re saying. Then, seemingly finally registering what exactly is bothering you, his hands move to grip your hips and maneuver you to straddle him, sitting fully on his lap facing him. “Fine. Why’re you pissed about it, then?”

You lean in again, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you bury your face into his chest and try to ignore the tears that are coming. You’d never be able to live it down if any of the others saw you crying over the fucking secretary.

But you know more than anyone thanks to many late nights assuring your boyfriend he’s the only one for you that Tomura can empathize with this insecurity. It’s a little strange how the script has flipped.

“She’s a high ranking MLA member, she probably has some crazy strong quirk. I’m quirkless. I dunno. I guess I’m scared you’ll drop me for someone like her. Like I said, it’s dumb.”

He doesn’t speak for a moment. You sit there, listening to his heartbeat and matching your breathing to his. Then he speaks.

“Your emotions aren’t dumb. It’s okay that you’re feeling this way. Thank you for telling me.” He’s parroting you, you realize; this is what you tell him every time he comes to you for comfort when he’s gotten in a mood. You feel a little fuzzy, warmth flooding your chest. “But I think we both know they’re irrational.”

“Tomura… I—”

“I’m not interested in some lame-ass NPC,” he interrupts, no hesitation and entirely sincere. He doesn’t even need to think about it. “You’re my player two, my endgame. The only thing in this world worth protecting. You really think that secretary can hold a candle to you? I didn’t even notice her. Why would I when you’re here?”

You can’t help it, you surge upward and kiss him, just as passionately as he had you mere moments before. His right hand traces up your spine to find the back of your neck and pull you closer, sending a thrill through your body as your own arms tighten around him.

“Oi! Horndogs! Get a damn room, don’t make us see that!”

You break away at Dabi’s words, panting slightly, and if the sincerity of Tomura’s little rant hadn’t convinced you that his words were true, the look of utter adoration he’s regarding you with would have.

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sevenmikento · 3 years

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uhmm i know it’s super broad but a gojo satoru fluff? nothing like domestic AU but more like close childhood best friends where they both clearly like eachother but reader is a really big tsundere

A/N: imma try making this a oneshot! :D also there MIGHT be some spoilers for the manga but i’ll try to keep them as vague as possible

genres: fluffy!! slight angst; 1.4k words

the three times he says “i love you” [Gojo Satoru X Reader]

The first time Gojo Satoru tells you he loves you was during a simpler era in which nothing was expected of the two of you in spite of your powerful heritage as jujutsu sorcerers. It was a time when you could still laugh at the mistakes you made during training sessions, the adults slightly more forgiving than they would have been if you were a few years older.

You’d been left to your own devices after dinner, having chosen to stay in your room throughout the evening and night. The sound of your door sliding open doesn’t alarm you as it could only ever be one person: the boy whom your parents are taking care of… your closest and only actual friend.

You fail to spare him a glance, eyes glued to the old book that weighs heavy in your tiny hands—in both physical weight and spiritual significance. A smaller, more petty reason for your lack of acknowledgement is the person himself who’d now taken it upon himself to simply stand right in front of you, blocking the light from reaching the yellowed pages of the book written by your ancestors.

“Why’re you still studying?” he asks, leaning forward a bit more, obscuring your vision further. Whether it’s unintentional of on purpose, you cannot tell. “It’s so easy,” Gojo continues, referring to the technique he so easily picked up during the day, “I can show you—”

When he grabs your wrists, your head shoots up, lips parted as you ready yourself to reject him, to tell him to go away and let you study by yourself. However, the words escape you when you notice the blood gushing down his forehead, his right eye shining in the midst of the dark, red liquid.

“What happened?” All frustration is drained out of your very soul as you grab his shoulders, guiding him to sit down on your bed. Your positions now swapped, Gojo stares up at you, silent. “Does it hurt?” you ask, holding your hands to either side of his head, his temples covered by the warm palms of your hands.

He hums in response—neither a yes or a no—and appreciates the fact that you don’t push for an answer. His eyelids flutter closed as the sensation of your reverse cursed technique flows effortlessly into him. The feeling is comforting beyond all words, warm and cooling at the same time, it all originates from your soft hands and tender touch.

The broken skin heals and the words slip off his tongue:

“I love you, (Y/N).”

Your technique abruptly stops as your hands fly off his face as though his skin were boiling hot. Gojo opens his eyes to look at you again but by then you’re gone, leaving him alone in your room with the book you’d abandoned and his racing heart.

The second time those words spill out of his lips, they’re spoken in a tone so casual and careless that you find yourself more irked than flustered—even if he was, then, already someone you’d developed feelings for.

Gojo had stared at you from over the round frames of his sunglasses, brilliant blue eyes twinkling with the usual playfulness they always seemed to carry no matter where he was or what was happening. His gaze was also expectant—as were the looks of your fellow jujutsu classmates—in a way that you just couldn’t decipher.

What did he want you to say? What were you expected to do?

Gojo Satoru had, of course, spoken those words out loud in front of all your mutual friends. It was perhaps, in hindsight, not the best idea, seeing as your response was a simple punch to his shoulder followed by a brisk walk out of the classroom.

The white-haired teen merely sighed, as though not realising that he’d, in no way, shown any form of seriousness during his confession; acting as if the blatant rejection was no fault of his own demeanour. But he’s not an idiot, of course. Reckless with his feelings, yes, but no idiot.

“You’re a dumbass,” Geto chuckles, slipping into the chair of the desk that was beside Gojo’s, his arm casually slung over the backrest of the seat with his cheek resting against his hand. He looks at his white-haired friend with amusement but also slight pity, knowing fully well how much he meant what he’d said, even if it definitely didn’t sound that way.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies with a pout, crossing his arms behind his head while he sticks his long legs out from under the table and gives them a little stretch. “That was most certainly just a prank that played out perfectly well.”

“Perfectly, you say?” Ieiri Shouko comments from her seat at the back of the room. “All you did was piss (Y/N) off.”

“Exactly!”

It’s only a few hours later when Gojo realises he may have annoyed you a little bit too much.

Having not seen you at all ever since the very successful prank, he decides to look for you at your room and, much like his prank, succeeds in finally finding you. He lets himself in and shuts the door behind him before sauntering over to your bed where you sit at the end, legs crossed and eyebrows furrowed as you type furiously on your flip phone. Gojo feels an odd sense of deja vu when you ignore him but he shrugs it off easily.

The mattress sinks under his weight before his head lands on your lap. In the midst of making himself comfortable, he slips off his glasses and tosses them aside, hands rubbing at his eyes lazily. When he opens them once more, he stares right up at your face, peeking at you from underneath your phone. Your own eyes flicker towards him briefly but return to their original focus, eliciting a whiny huff from the young man.

He grabs your free hand and smushes the palm to it into his cheek, smiling like a fool when you let it rest there, your fingers tickling the edge his hairline. Your skin is calloused and scarred, the results of years of perfecting your inherited cursed technique, but it soothes him all the same. His heart stutters when you begin to caress his skin with the pad of your thumb, rubbing his face with tender affection.

“I meant what I said…” he whispers as he lets his eyes flicker closed, fully immersing himself in the feeling of your touch, just missing the way you look at him. Your phone lowered, you stare at him silently as you continue to keep his face nuzzled in the palm of your hand. He falls asleep a short while after and so do you.

The third time he says those words, Gojo fully prepares himself to watch you run away yet again. He tells himself that if you do what he expects you to do, he’ll never say those words again—not to you, not to anyone else. He’s convinced that if you, the person who knows him more than he knows himself, are unable to love him then he won’t even try to love anyone else.

The third time he says those words, he says them as you eat dinner together in your room at the school, the sentence tearing through the sound of clinking cutlery and the YouTube video playing on your phone that you were watching together. He says them out of the blue, after quietly staring at you eat and laugh instead of the screen for the past twenty minutes.

He says them after thinking to himself, ‘I really do love you.’

And you… you stare at him with an expression he’s never seen before. Your eyes are wide, lips parted but there’s no shock on your face, there’s only… relief and—

“I love you, too,” you reply before letting out a shaky breath as though the words themselves took immense effort to say. You smile widely, the scars littering your face bending to the shape of your joyful expression. A source of great insecurity over the years, Gojo can’t help but find every single one beautiful.

He resists the urge to say something stupid, to make this all-too-serious atmosphere become slightly less serious—a terrible habit of his and one that you immediately pick up on after years of dealing with his foolishness. You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers with his—a gesture that sends his heart flying off to god-knows-where.

“You can say whatever it is you want to say.”

Ah, he always knew you were the one for him.

“… does this mean I can touch your butt? :D”

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