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kinngxali · 3 years

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hii! i had a cute idea! may i request nagito as a prince and he’s slow dancing with his female reader at a grand ball? thought it would be very tooth rotting fluff<3

i am in love with this request ahhhh! hope you enjoy this <3

in this imagine his parents are alive, i can’t think of any other way to keep him as a Prince and not a king lolol

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Prince!Nagito slow dancing with s/o

warnings: none that i can think of !

“Who’s that handsome fella over there?”

You pointed over to a tall male with fluffy hair that was as white as snow; you could see his pearly white teeth as he laughed at Mikan’s clumsiness - he seemed to be enjoying the ball more than you. “That’s Prince Komaeda right there, you gotta thing for him s/o?” Akane swiftly moved her arm around your shoulders, a small smirk plastered on her face. “No! I don’t even know the guy! He’s kinda cute, though...” Akane and Chiaki nodded in agreement, with Akane grinning at you. “Akane, don’t do anything stu-” Before you could finish your sentence, you felt her push you forward with a great force, making you stumble over as you desperately tried to steady yourself. The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself in front of everyone.

“Do you need some assistance, miss...?” You looked up to see the Prince himself, standing in front of you with an open hand. “N-no, I’m okay.. and my name is s/o.” You managed to stand up straight, smiling awkwardly at the attractive man. His green eyes shone with curiosity, and his graceful demeanour almost made you drop to one knee right then and there.

“What a beautiful name, it fills me with so much hope!” His angelic laugh sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, causing you to look away, your timid nature rising up from the shadows.

Suddenly, you backed up, your smile fading away. “I’m so sorry, your highness!” You bowed, looking at the floor. He stumbled slightly, trying to register what had just happened. “Why are you apologising, s/o?” His eyebrows were furrowed together to form a frown, and his lips were slightly parted, almost as if he was contemplating on telling you something. “I forgot to bow...” He let out another chuckle, going slightly red in the face. “I suppose I could forgive you if you call me by Nagito.” You nodded, standing up straight once again; gazing into his forest green eyes, making him seem more handsome than before.

“Okay then... Nagito. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” You gave him a warm smile, bowing once again. He stared at you for a second, taking in all your prominent features. “Would you care to dance with me, s/o?” His face had gone a darker shade of red, and he held his hand out, shyly rubbing his neck with his other hand. “I-uh, is this allowed?” Nagito nodded his head, flashing you another charming smile. You reluctantly took his surprisingly smooth hand and he gently led you over to the centre of the room. “Nagito?” Your voice was quiet, and you were extremely anxious. “What is it? If you don’t want to dance with me that’s fi-” You shook your head quickly, going red from embarrassment. “No it’s not that-! I just...,” You paused, messing with your dress. “I don’t know how to dance..”

Nagito suppressed a laugh and smiled at you, showing off his pearly white teeth once again. “I can teach you as we go, don’t worry.”

You pressed your lips together firmly, nodding. He gently grabbed your hand - which seemed to fit with his hand like a jigsaw - and placed it on his shoulder; placing his own on your waist - not daring to go any higher or lower. With his other hand, he grabbed your free one, intertwining your fingers. “Just follow my lead.” Nagito stared into your eyes, a loving look on his face.

You eventually got used to the stepping pattern, accidentally stepping on Nagito’s feet a few times. There was a romantic song being played, and you and Nagito made the most of your time together. “Do you have any hobbies?” You tilted your head, maintaining eye contact. “I don’t think you would be interested...” You frowned, of course you were interested, that’s why you asked.

Nagito noticed the confused expression on your face, and he sighed, closing his eyes. “Despite my high status, I am still a piece of trash, nothing can ever change that.” His face looked grim; you let go of his hand, placing it on his shoulder, causing him place his free hand on your waist. “Well for the record, I don’t think you’re trash.” Nagito turned into a tomato, he felt his face heat up, and he awkwardly laughed. No one had ever said that to him before.

‘I have to marry this girl’

“You’re extremely beautiful, I’m sorry for not saying it before.” Now it was your turn to turn into a tomato. “Thank you.” Your voice was quiet, and he laughed once again, almost as if he was trying to pull at your heartstrings.

You both danced in silence, slowly edging closer with each passing minute. His movement was graceful, almost as if he were born to savour this enthralling moment. You noticed how remarkable he truly was, the complete opposite to how he sees himself.

The music slowly faded away, and you were trapped in your own world, it felt as if you were the only two people in the room. His eyes were fixated on yours, and his grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly.

“S/o?” You were pulled out of your trance by Hajime, who was awkwardly standing beside you and the Prince you had grown to adore. How long was he standing there for?

“Uh, we gotta go...sorry to interrupt you.” Hajime cringed slightly at his awkwardness and you giggled softly, letting go of Nagito. “I’ll be there in a minute, okay?” He nodded and scurried off; you turned back to Nagito, who had a smile on his face. “That’s a shame.” You nodded in agreement, if it was up to you, you would spend all night with this man. “Tonight was nice, thank you.”

“I would like to see you again, s/o.” Your eyes widened slightly, and you stared at him in disbelief. “I-is that even allowed-!?” He chuckled under his breath before answering your question. “Yes, but I won’t be upset if you don’t want to-”

“I would love to see you again, your highness.”

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i feel like i dragged this out too much, oops~

- alicia >_<

#i am crying this is so cute #prince nagito i live to serve you #nagito-x-reader #anime imagines #anime fanfic #danganronpa nagito #super danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa fanfiction #nagito komeada x reader #nagito x reader #nagito imagines #nagito komaeda #sdr2 komaeda #sdr2 #imagine

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ryekamasaki · 7 years

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Thrown Fortune - Day 6

@iwadaiweek

(This week’s ficlets are all connected, and unless otherwise specified, use all available prompts.)

Day 1 | 14th August : Mornings (“I just rolled out of bed to call and tell you, that I want you so much more than I did yesterday.” / Roommates/College AU)

Day 2 | 15th August : Support (“You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.” - Amie Kaufman / Magic/Fantasy AU)

Day 3 | 16th August : Strength (“You taught me the courage of stars before you left: how light carries on endlessly even after death. With shortness of breath you explained the infinite, how rare and beautiful it is to even exist.” - Saturn, Sleeping At Last / Superhero/Villain AU)

Day 4 | 17th August : Nature (“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” - Edward Abbey / Farmer boys AU)

Day 5 | 18th August : Bodies (“I would love to say that you make me weak in the knees but to be quite upfront and completely truthful, you make my body forget it has knees at all.” - Tyler Knott Gregson / Age Change AU (Childhood/Aged-Up))

Day 6 | 19th August : Victories (“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” - Maya Angelou / Same Team AU)

The air is still and electric as the ball finally hits the court again, both teams still finishing their last movements before standing frozen, staring at the point of impact. It’s not even something that they have to wait for a call for, obvious in the way that it’s completely inbounds, in the middle of the court. Hajime watches as the other team’s libero slumps to the floor, having missed the ball by a bare inch, even as the game is officially called and the stands erupt into cheers. It’s the loudest that Hajime’s ever heard anyone get for a team he’s been on, but even the roar of it dulls as he turns and looks across the court.

He meets Daichi’s eyes, and his heart pounds, until the only thing Hajime can hear is the blood rushing in his ears. It’s like moving through molasses, trying to get to each other through the rest of their overexcited team, though he really can’t blame them. It feels like hours until Daichi is close enough to touch, even though Hajime knows it’s only a minute or two, and when Daichi raises his hand, Hajime slots their fingers together. He knows that’s not what Daichi was going for, but it feels right in a way that Hajime’s never quite felt before.

Someone slams into him from behind, and then he and Daichi are pressed together, chest to chest, surrounded by teammates that Hajime only barely notices. Daichi’s wide, hopeful eyes are far more distracting, the way his tongue darts out to trace along his bottom lip, the tiny hitch in his breath that Hajime can hear like it’s been projected over the loudspeaker. And Hajime knows, like he knows his own name, concrete and unyielding, that this is the moment they’ve been waiting for, the one perfect moment they’ve been unconsciously working toward for longer than Hajime can figure out.

Daichi tilts his head and closes his eyes, and Hajime leans forward and presses their mouths together, soft and sweet and the exact opposite of the frenzied excitement all around them. Hajime feels a warm hand around the back of his neck, and then Daichi is pushing in more, taking over the kiss, intense and passionate. He pulls away after a lifetime and no time at all, eyes glittering and cheeks flushed, and the world around them finally rushes back into focus.

Their team is gathered around them, still yelling and crying as they hug in the middle of the court, congratulations to he and Daichi intermingled with the high of the win. Hajime grins, excited, and thinks that he couldn’t have chosen a better way to remember winning the Olympics than Daichi flushed and freshly kissed right in front of him.

#haikyuu!!#iwadai week #IwaDai #Iwaizumi Hajime #Sawamura Daichi #ry writes

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its-love-u-asshole · 7 years

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IwaOi + 1, with Iwa-chan saying the line, please!

Val!!

AO3

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Iwaizumi glared at the set before him, the overheadlights and the chatter of the director suddenly too stimulating for him, evenwith all his experience in the industry.

What had he gotten himself into?

Iwaizumi never thought he’d regret taking a job, especiallywhen it came to the epic action films he loved so much. He was an actor, this was his livelihood, and therefore whathe enjoyed doing. It came with a lot of good memories and opportunities, andsince Iwaizumi was a relatively reserved celebrity, he avoided tabloid rumorsfor the most part. Yeah, his life was good. He made a hefty salary, and he gotto have fun in the process.

Plus…

Acting was something close to his heart, and it washow he’d met his husband, the ever popular Oikawa Tooru.

Oikawa Tooru, his beloved partner, who happened to bethe source of his woes that day.

Iwaizumi watched as the pretty brunet was touched upwith makeup, his calm smile blinding and his sparkling eyes quickly readingover the script before the scene started. Such a perfectionist. Oikawa was theopposite of Iwaizumi in a lot of ways when it came to acting. He was often theprotagonist of action films, with how he radiated confidence and the way heseemed to have the natural aura of a leader. His skills were much more variedthough. Yes, Oikawa was also the star of quite a few romance films, comedies,and had even acted in a few horror movies in the past.

In short, he was a star, and Iwaizumi couldn’t be moreproud. Of course, it wasn’t always so simple. Oikawa was someone who ratherenjoyed the spotlight, and his name popped up in magazines and on rumor sitesmore than either of them liked. But oh well, they were used to it. They trustedeach other, and at the end of the day, Iwaizumi couldn’t be happier with theother by his side.

So naturally, when they’d both been cast in the samefilm, something which hadn’t happened in years, they’d jumped on theopportunity to work together. Iwaizumi was the protagonist’s best friend, andOikawa was the protagonist’s love interest.

Currently, they were about to shoot the epic kissscene, an important highlight of any movie. It was fairly standard, theprotagonist was about to go risk his life against the main villain, and thus hadto act as if he’d never see his true love ever again.

Again, standard. Standard…

Oikawa nodded happily as the director informed him ofa few acting tips, and before Iwaizumi knew it, the bell was being sounded, andit was time.

It should’ve been fine. It should’ve been no big deal.Iwaizumi was a goddamn professional.

But as he watched Oikawa’s eyelashes flutterseductively, as he saw the brunet’s lips part to welcome someone else’s…it wasmore than he could take. Iwaizumi clutched the armrest of his chair, thecostume he had on suddenly too itchy and form fitting. He remembered how he’dkissed Oikawa right before shooting had started, how he’d held his hand beforean important scene, how they’d fooled around a bit in the dressing rooms.Oikawa was his, and he was Oikawa’s. At the end of the day, it was them againstthe world, so why was this bugging him?

God,don’t tell me…

The denial swam in his brain, making his vision hazyand his thoughts run all over the place. No way. This was not happening. He hadto get himself together, his scene was next, and he had to—

“Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes snapped open, and he was greeted bythe wide eyes of his husband, the brunet’s head tilted to the side in the mostadorable way. Fuck. I hate him.

“Iwa-chan…you zoned out again, you missed the wholescene!” Oikawa scolded, holding up a water bottle which Iwaizumi gratefullytook. “You’re not getting sick are you? Or is my acting just that good?”

“I’m notsick,” he replied, chugging half the water in one go. Iwaizumi couldn’t believehe’d let himself drift so far from reality. His blood was still boiling, butwhatever. At least the damn scene was over. “And don’t get too full of yourself.I’m just happy that cheesy scene is fucking done with, how many takes did youneed?”

Oikawa bristled as expected, and Iwaizumi was almostsatisfied, until the brunet froze mid tirade. It only took the one moment ofhesitation for Iwaizumi to know he had lost, he’d revealed way too much byreferencing the scene at all. Now he just had to be ready to either brush itoff or deny it completely.

Great…

Slowly, a smirk formed on his husband’s face, one waytoo attractive to be fair. It made Iwaizumi want to kiss the daylights out ofhim, but he couldn’t risk ruining their makeup. They still had about two morescenes to go today, one which included a second kiss with the protagonist, andIwaizumi did not want to see thatmore than he had to.

Oikawa’s eyes sparkled with triumph and satisfaction,like he was starring a villain instead of some corny love interest. Not good.

“Oh Hajime…are you jea—”

“I’m notjealous.” Iwaizumi’s voice was practically a snarl, and yup, he’d definitelylost.

“You are!” Oikawa gasped in glee, wrapping his armsaround Iwaizumi in excitement. At least most of their co-stars were used tothis shit by now, and no one bothered to glance over at whatever nonsenseOikawa was spouting. “Aw, you’re so cute Iwa-chan!”

“Shut up already!” Iwaizumi didn’t pull away though,which was a bigger blow to his pride. He couldn’t deny that after the dumbscene, it felt nice to have Oikawa back in his arms, where he belonged. Damn. “How is it cute? Makes no sense…”

“Oh Iwa-chan. Sweet, naïve Iwa-chan—”

“Hey—”

“It’s cute because you actually think I enjoy kissinganyone but you,” Oikawa said softly, his volume dropping until it felt like itwas only the two of them, hiding some big secret. Oikawa’s eyes were gorgeousdespite the color contacts he’d been forced to wear, his smile soft and solelyfor his husband to see. Iwaizumi couldn’t help it, his face warmed upimmediately, and damn you Oikawa.

Damn him for being everything Iwaizumi needed andmore.

All the tension from before seemed to drain out ofhim, and now he felt especially silly. But it hardly mattered, not when Oikawawas kissing him in the familiar, mind blowing way.

#adri writing #iwaoi #vylhunter #haikyuuwriters

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frenchibi · 7 years

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24 - Iwaoi (duh 😎)

HELLO FRIEND, sorry this took me so long (wtf) - and also sorry, this is almost 5k?? This was supposed to be a short drabble?? :’D

[24: Spin the bottle kiss] - I took some liberties with this one! It’s a college AU, there’s pining and kissing and that’s basically all you need to know xD

Read it on ao3 here, or the full fic under the cut (but, like, it’s LONG ok).

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“…are you serious right now.”

Oikawa’s grip on his wrist is way too tight, and his smile is too bubbly to be completely genuine - Hajime can’t help but be irritated. What irks him even more, though, is the destination Oikawa is tugging him towards.

“Come on, Iwa-chan, it’ll be fun!”

“Oikawa, I really don’t-”

“You need-” Oikawa starts, interrupting himself as he pushes past a group of people and is momentarily cut off from Hajime’s view, “to stop- sorry, could you just- we’d like to- thanks- to stop being such a prude, Iwa-chan! We’re young and we’re not burned out, let’s have a little fun! The college experience, come on!”

Hajime pushes past the same group of people, getting a bunch of annoyed grumbles in response.

“Not everyone’s college ex- sorry, sorry - not everyone’s college experience has to include getting senselessly drunk and then making out with strangers!”

Oikawa throws a grin and a wink at him over his shoulder, and Hajime hates how fucking smug he looks right now. He also hates that his damn grin is working.

“You need to relax, Iwa-chan! Maybe a little bit of action would do you some good!”

“Stop waggling your eyebrows at me, you look like a fucking idiot,” Hajime says grumpily, but Oikawa just laughs.

“I can’t help it that my natural good looks have attracted a lot of potential sexual partners - I can’t imagine what it must be like, for you, with no one showing any interest at all-”

Hajime whacks him over the back of his head - not hard, just hard enough to get him to shut up. But of course, Oikawa whines theatrically, even stopping in his tracks.

“Ow, Iwa-chan! This is why no one likes you, you’re so brutal-”

“Can we just leave, please?!”

“No! You’re going to have fun today, and if I have to force you! We’re joining this game!”

And with that, Oikawa resolutely pulls Hajime towards the next room, where a relatively large group of people has already gathered, pushing and shoving at each other to get in a shape that somehow resembles a circle.

“What are we even-”

But Hajime doesn’t need to ask that question when he sees what they’re all gathered around.

“Oikawa, no.”

“Iwa-chan! You committed!”

“I most certainly did not, and I’m not playing spin the-”

“Alright!” a voice calls out, and everyone around them slowly settles down. Hajime sidesteps another group of people, and his eyes fall on the person in charge of this game - and he almost groans out loud.

Oikawa must sense his annoyance (honestly Hajime wouldn’t be surprised) because he throws a glance at him and grins.

“Oh, good, it’s Tetsu! He usually goes for the fun version!”

Before Hajime can ask what the fuck that’s supposed to mean, his question is already being answered.

“You know the rules, people - we spin, and whoever is chosen goes in the closet! What you do in there stays in there, of course. Except felonies and homicide, people, my insurance doesn’t cover that.”

Hajime fights back a groan - but, then again, there’s a lot of people here. Chances are he’ll get lucky and Oikawa will just leave him alone after he gets bored with this game.

It doesn’t look like that’s likely right now, though, not with how he’s still clutching Hajime’s wrist and tugging him into the circle.

There’s a bunch of scuffling around as Kuroo herds everyone into place, raising the empty glass bottle over his head as he does so - and in the end, he singles out one of the girls to do the honors and spin it.

She makes a show out of it, to a lot of people’s amusement, and throws Kuroo a fierce grin as she bends over and places the bottle on its side.

Oikawa tenses a little beside him, and it’s like everyone is holding their breaths in giddy excitement as she twists it around and spins it - and when it stops, all eyes shift to where it’s pointing.

Hajime blinks. “…are you fucking serious.”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa cheers, and soon everyone is joining in, some of them even clapping their hands.

Hajime heaves a heavy sigh - but it’s not like he can back out now.

“…fine. What do I do?”

Kuroo grins widely at him, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the doorway. “You’re gonna go get in this closet, my friend,” he says, indicating a large wardrobe in the middle of the hallway outside, “and then we’ll find you a partner! What’s your preference?”

Hajime frowns. “What?”

“We could narrow down the selection,” Kuroo says, still grinning. “Guys, gals, both, neither?”

“Oh. Uhm. …both?” Hajime says, adding a shrug for good measure. The collective volume in the room goes up immediately as everyone starts discussing this. Hajime glances back and sees the eyes of a few girls widen, and he’s pretty sure he can feel Oikawa’s gaze piercing holes into the back of his head, but he refuses to turn around and acknowledge him.

This wasn’t the way he’d planned to come out, really - not that it matters, at this point. He hadn’t made it a secret, and it’s no one’s business anyway.

Kuroo gives him a nod and claps him on the back as he steps forward to let himself be shut into the dark wood closet.

“Now, I want no reactions from you guys!” Kuroo calls after he’s closed the door on him, plunging him into darkness. “He’s not gonna know who’s going in there with him!”

Hajime sighs again, for no one but himself to hear. He’s pretty close to regretting all the choices he’s made that have gotten him to this point. Goddamn Oikawa and his stupid ideas - and damn himself for always, always giving in.

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Kuroo is making all of them be extra quiet in the other room - not that Hajime is really paying attention to anything over there. He almost zones out a little, and he’s torn between being glad he hasn’t had much to drink yet and regretting it.

A knock on the outside of the wardrobe jolts him back into reality, and Kuroo’s voice carries through. He can practically hear him grinning.

“Alright, turn around so you can’t see who’s coming inside!”

“Back’s turned,” Hajime all but drawls. He just wants this to be over, really. The door opens behind him, and he can feel someone else entering the closet by the way the coats behind him shift, and by the little sliver of light he’s getting. He waits, dutifully, until the door is closed, before turning back around to face whomever they’ve matched him up with.

Outside, he can hear Kuroo call “Alright, that’s it, you guys, there’s nothing to see here for the next couple minutes! We’ll be back for the next pair in a few, thank you for playing-”

Hajime tunes him out, focusing on where he thinks the other person must be.

“…hi,” he says. Might as well talk.

Except the person opposite him doesn’t seem to want to reply. Instead, there’s some rustling, and then he feels fingers brushing the front of his shirt.

“…no talking, at all?” he asks, and for some reason he hears a smile in his own voice. So this is how it’s going to be, huh?

The hand travels up his chest, just the fingertips, and Hajime almost shivers.

He reaches up, catching the other by the wrist, because if this is really what’s happening then he needs to make a few things clear - but oh. That’s a large hand.

And not just that. A second hand curls around Hajime’s own wrist, tugging him a little closer, and suddenly, there’s a smell that Hajime recognizes.

Oh.

The pressure on his skin is familiar, warm - and insistent. He’s pulled closer, until he can feel that their chests are almost touching, and that smell-

Hajime is sure he’s rigged this. There’s no way this is a coincidence. There’s no way he’d end up in this closet with Oikawa during a stupid game like this by accident. Sure, maybe Hajime getting chosen was by chance, but he’s 90% sure Oikawa bribed Kuroo in some way. He’s always been able to charm his way to whatever he wants, and though admittedly Kuroo seems like a tough opponent, Hajime has no doubts that Oikawa would know how to rub him the right way.

That thought makes him slightly nauseous, for some reason, and he finds himself focusing again on the situation directly at hand - on Oikawa, who may or may not have bought his way into this closet, who is decidedly not talking, and whose actions suggest… well…

“If we’re not talking… do you have alternative ideas?” Hajime asks quietly.

There’s a small snort, and he knows Oikawa must really be holding back, trying hard not to get recognized-

So he’s serious about this?

This night is going in a very different direction than he had anticipated, but despite everything, Hajime can’t say he minds all that much.

The thing is - it’s not like he hasn’t imagined this before.

Hajime is four years old when he meets Oikawa Tooru, hands curled into fists over the fabric of his mother’s skirt as he hides behind her legs, peering over at Hajime with a strange mixture of interest and fear. It takes less than an hour for them to become inseparable.

Hajime is seven when Tooru comes running up to him, clutching a volleyball. They’re both hooked in no time.

Hajime is ten when a girl in a pink skirt and pigtails approaches Oikawa and tells him that she likes him. It takes Hajime less than ten seconds to feel an intense spike of jealousy and rage towards her, though at this point, he doesn’t really know why.

Hajime is thirteen, and he knows he’s not like the other boys in his grade, who gush about girls and snicker over each other’s crushes from a safe distance. Hajime is thirteen and watches Oikawa take hold of a girl’s hand and finds himself wishing that was him instead.

Hajime is seventeen when he admits to himself that he loves him. He admits it, in the middle of the night, with Oikawa curled up against him and sleeping. He admits it, and for one night, he lets himself dream.

The next morning, Hajime buries it.

And now he’s here, barely twenty, dragged to yet another college party by the same boy he’d promised himself he’d forget, but he just can’t seem to go through with it. At this point, both Oikawa himself and Hajime’s unfortunate feelings for him are so ingrained in his very being that he’s positive he will never be able to get them out.

And the thing is - he doesn’t want to.

Standing inside a closet, between scratchy coats and winter boots, so close that they’re almost touching, but not quite - all Hajime wants is to kiss him.

Because deep down, even though he’d sworn to bury it all, Hajime has always kept dreaming. What would it be like, if Oikawa let him be the one standing at his side? They’d been so close, so damn close to victory with volleyball, and if they’d won, that year, Hajime would have taken it in stride and moved on. But like this? Nothing is resolved, and Oikawa is way too close, their breaths mingling, and Hajime doesn’t have a clue what he’s planning.

Hajime knows what he wants, though.

He knows because he’s imagined what it would feel like, to stand so close to Oikawa, not by chance, but on purpose, to grin up at him and pull him closer by his belt loops until Hajime can lean up, just a little, and peck his lips.

And Oikawa would smirk, in that stupid, over-confident way of his, but Hajime would know that move by heart - so instead of letting go, he’d push forwards, catch Oikawa’s face in his hands and kiss him in earnest, until that dumb, gorgeous smirk slips right off his mouth, until he’s gasping and calling Hajime’s name-

But this isn’t a game. The Oikawa in Hajime’s ideal world loves him back, but in truth, Hajime has no idea how Oikawa would behave if they were lovers. He’s seen how Oikawa treats his girlfriends - with respect, if a little cold and aloof sometimes - and though part of him wishes he could take their place, another part also hopes that Oikawa would behave differently if Hajime was the one by his side.

He’s felt lost and hopeless about this for far too long, hiding it under a gruff attitude and simply by not thinking about it too much, by pushing it away, by denying it.

He never thought he’d get an opportunity like this - but now, Oikawa isn’t talking.

The silence between them feels loaded, heavy, and Oikawa is still moving closer. His hand is still on Hajime’s chest, but it’s like that’s the only thing that’s between them now. It feels like the darkness has heightened Hajime’s other senses, because everything is so intense, the burning heat where Oikawa’s fingers are curling around his own, the fire raging through his veins telling him to move, to close the gap-

But he hesitates.

He’s always the one who hesitates. Because what if this is a prank? What if this is just Oikawa’s way of telling him to loosen up? What if any second now, he’ll pull back and start laughing, ”So bold, Iwa-chan, it’s time you got laid-”

And then they’re kissing.

It takes less than a second for Oikawa to cup his hand around Hajime’s cheek and tilt his head upwards - the angle is exactly how Hajime pictured it, not large or uncomfortable, just… just there, subtle and basically no problem at all, but Hajime’s brain short-circuits because who cares about five centimeters when these are Oikawa’s lips, right on top of his.

Oikawa’s hand slips upwards, into Hajime’s hair, and even though it’s soft, careful, Hajime feels the touch like he’s been electrocuted.

What happens next is basically an instinct, Hajime has no control over it - kissing Oikawa comes to him as if he was born for it. He pushes forward, increasing the pressure between them, and Oikawa’s lips part in surprise. That’s all the invitation Hajime needs.

He deepens the kiss, allowing his tongue to dart out to lick into Oikawa’s mouth, and Oikawa actually gasps, stumbling a little.

Hajime moves with him, bringing his arms up to catch him - but somehow, they end up against the closet wall, Oikawa with his back against it and Hajime practically on top of him. The wall gives him all the support he needs, and he braces his arm beside Oikawa’s head as he continues chasing his lips, tugging them into his mouth and sucking, soaking up all the tiny, desperate sounds that Oikawa is making. He runs his free hand up into Oikawa’s hair, relishing in the softness of it, and the fact that it’s the perfect length to fist into and manhandle him into any position Hajime might want-

He doesn’t think about what this means for him, for them - he can’t. He feels like he’s hallucinating, delusional - because there’s no way he’s actually kissing Oikawa, there’s no way this is real-

But if it is?

Oikawa lets out the tiniest of moans when Hajime pulls back, letting him straighten up, and he sounds completely wrecked.

“…I knew it,” Hajime breathes into the tiny space between them, his heart beating loudly in his ears. “Of course it’d be you.” This is the only way to go.

Oikawa’s breath hitches - and god, Hajime really knows him inside out.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t recognize you? With the amount of scented bullshit you pour all over yourself? I could smell you a mile away, Shittykawa.”

He can practically feel the heat emanating from Oikawa’s face - and he’s already leaning away, as if he’s not sure if he should be backing off now, as if he’d hoped Hajime wouldn’t notice-

“…if- if you knew, then… why did you kiss me?”

Why does he sound so broken?

“…why would you do that to me, Iwa-chan? You… you must know how I feel, how I’ve always-”

Hajime catches his wrists as he’s squirming out of his grip, and Oikawa makes a small, distressed sound. “This was stupid, I shouldn’t have-”

“Hey.”

“And you didn’t stop me, why didn’t you stop-”

“Oikawa. Hey.”

“You got my hopes up, you know, when you said ‘both’, and I was shocked, too - you never told me any of that, and now you didn’t stop me-”

“Tooru.”

That shuts him up.

“…breathe, please. We can- we can talk about this, okay? We have time.”

He really, really wishes he could see Oikawa’s face right now - this is one of the times that he’s afraid he’ll mess up if he can’t see how Oikawa is reacting.

Not that it can get any riskier than this - Oikawa sounds close to tears already.

“…why did you kiss me back?” he whispers.

Hajime takes a second to breathe, because he can’t fuck this up. This is too important.

“I think… I always knew. Somehow.”

Oikawa sniffles. God, he really is going to start crying, isn’t he? He’ll be a total mess in a matter of seconds. “…knew what?”

Hajime exhales, almost a little frustrated. “Just- don’t know. Everything. That- that our friendship wasn’t- you know. Like everyone else’s. And…”

He stops, squeezing Oikawa’s fingers. “…the way you felt,” he says finally. “And… me, too. I never knew how to deal with it, so I played it off as a joke.” He almost laughs. “That was… kind of a jerk move, and I’m sorry. I think… I think I’ve been… I don’t know. Waiting, maybe.”

It’s not exactly what he wants to say, but it’ll do for now. He’s never been good at this sort of thing.

“…for what?” Oikawa asks quietly.

Hajime tugs at his fingers, trying to pull him closer, hating the distance between them already. His lips are practically burning with the memory of Oikawa kissing them.

“…for someone to take away the decision from me, probably. So I wouldn’t have to… face my own feelings. It was way too easy for nothing to change.”

“…so you were waiting for me to fall in love with someone else and stop bugging you?”

Oikawa’s voice is bitter, and Hajime doesn’t like it one bit.

“No,” he says, increasing the pressure on Oikawa’s hands. “No, that’s not- no. I hated it, every time you got a girlfriend. But… they never stayed long, and you’d always… you’d always come to me for support when you broke up. They were always temporary, but… but I wasn’t.”

“..that’s-”

“Awful,” Hajime says. “Yeah. I’ve been… pretty awful to you. I didn’t think much about it, or about how what I did would affect you.”

Oikawa lets out a tiny sound that might have been a laugh, but before he has the chance to say anything else, there’s a sharp knock on the wood of the closet, and the door is yanked open.

Hajime brings up a hand to shield his eyes from the hallway light that’s just way too bright, and he squints over to see Oikawa do the same - but realizes with a jolt that he hasn’t let go of his other hand.

Kuroo, whose smug face comes into view as Hajime’s eyes adjust, seems to have noticed that too, because he gasps theatrically and points between them.

“My, my, what have we here?!”

Hajime feels Oikawa tense beside him, and reflexively tightens his grip.

“C’mon,” he says, tugging him along as he pushes past Kuroo, ignoring the wide-eyed stares of at least ten people who are crammed into the hallway in an attempt to see what’s going on.

Oikawa follows, but it’s reluctant, and his eyes are fixed on the ground. Hajime squeezes his fingers, trying to get him to calm down - the murmurs of the crowd aren’t doing anything to help the situation, though.

“We need to get out of here,” he mutters, pulling Oikawa closer. Oikawa even glances up, startled at the sudden contact as Hajime links them by the elbows - he’s not losing Oikawa in here, not now, not when there’s so much left to be said and he needs to clear this up now.

“Outside,” he says, loud enough for Oikawa to hear him and give him a shaky nod.

~~~

Fighting through a group of excitable and/or drunk college students is difficult - but what’s even worse, Hajime realizes, is when they part ways for you because they’re all staring.

Or, well, it feels that way, at least, as he pulls Oikawa towards the exit. In truth, half of them probably aren’t even paying attention, but those who are - well. Hajime is very, very glad to get out of this place as fast as possible.

Thankfully he remembers where he put their coats, so there’s no awkward searching around for them in the half-dark entrance area. Instead, he shrugs into his and watches Oikawa wrap his scarf around his neck before resolutely reaching out and taking him by the arm again. Oikawa gasps a little, but Hajime chooses to ignore it.

Don’t overthink it.

Hajime is pretty sure that Kuroo calls something after them, but he can’t bring himself to listen or care. He opens the door and ushers Oikawa outside, only allowing himself to breathe when he hears it click shut behind them.

He pulls Oikawa down the narrow corridor and towards the stairs. He doesn’t know where they’re going, except that he wants to put as much distance between the two of them and that party as possible.

When they reach the street, he takes off in direction of the bus stop that brought them here, for lack of a better option and for fear of getting lost.

It’s chilly, but not exactly cold - still, Hajime is sure he’s not imagining the way Oikawa tightens his grip just so. He’s walking beside him, uncharacteristically quiet, and his silence carries more weight that Hajime would have thought possible.

There’s a playground by the side of the road, Hajime remembers walking past it on their way here. He hesitates, thinking briefly how it might be better to go home, to have this conversation later - but really, he can’t wait. So he changes their path, walking Oikawa towards it.

The setter raises his head slightly at the new direction, but when he sees where they’re heading, he quickly looks down again, steps slowing ever so slightly.

Hajime tries not to let that discourage him - he owes Oikawa an explanation, after all, and… he needs to know where they stand, too.

They stop walking on the lawn leading up to an old set of swings, and Hajime turns to face him.

Now that they’ve stopped, Oikawa drops his arm - but he doesn’t step away. He’s hovering, almost like he isn’t sure what he’s allowed to do, or what Hajime expects.

Hajime clears his throat. “…what- uhm. What happened back there-”

Oikawa’s eyes dart up to meet his, and holding his gaze feels like a punch to the stomach. He looks so… wrecked.

It’s time for Hajime to explain himself. He takes a deep breath and lets go.

“Maybe- maybe I was waiting for a chance,” he says. “To let you kiss me. Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop you.”

Oikawa searches his face, teeth biting down on his lower lip. His hair is still a little disheveled, and it’s incredibly distracting - all Hajime can think of is running his hands through it again, and pushing him up against the wall, and-

“Did- uhm. Did you… like it?”

And this is Oikawa fucking Tooru, looking bashful.

Hajime tilts his head a little, trying to read his expression.

“Did you?”

He’s picked the easiest answer, the non-answer, but he can’t bring himself to really feel sorry for it. Oikawa has been torturing him as long as he can remember, so really, Hajime deserves a break. Plus, this gives him just a little more time to think about his real answer to that question. Or rather - a polite way to say “I need to keep kissing you like that for the rest of my life.”

Oikawa glares at him, like he knows exactly what Hajime is doing. He refuses to play along, though.

“Yes,” he says simply. “And I want to know where that leaves us. Am I gonna have to go back in there and drown myself in cheap vodka until I can’t remember anything I did today? Find another easy, meaningless fling to cope with rejection? Or- or am I going home with you tonight?”

Oh.

Hajime allows himself a little sigh, because it hides the way his heart is pounding inside his chest. “…such a drama queen.”

Oikawa doesn’t grace that with an answer, and Hajime knows it’s his turn now. No more dancing around this.

And really, if he’s honest, there’s only one thing he wants.

He reaches for Oikawa’s hand - he feels so far away right now, and Hajime doesn’t like it at all.

“…I’ve… been having a hard time stopping myself from kissing you again,” he says. Go big or go home. Push it until it breaks. “I want your hands in my hair again, and I want to cover that pretty neck of yours in hickeys to show all those idiots in there that you’re mine.”

Oikawa is blushing scarlet, eyes wide. “Iwa-”

“I want to shove you up against a wall and take you apart,” Hajime continues, and Oikawa’s breath hitches audibly. “I want all those little sounds you make, and I want to be the only one who hears them. I want-”

“Hajime!”

Oikawa reaches up to cover Hajime’s mouth with his hands, and though he’s hiding his face by fixing his gaze on the floor, the back of his neck is just as red, and his arms are shaking.

Hajime stops talking, but he can’t stop his lips from twisting into a smile. He’s sure Oikawa can feel it, because he briefly increases the pressure before slowly, slowly lifting his head to glare at him.

“Y-you need to stop saying these things,” he says, and Hajime is briefly immensely satisfied by how absolutely mortified he sounds.

He’s loosened his grip, and Hajime manages to speak again.

“…does that answer your question?”

Oikawa moans, but it’s cut off by an almost pathetic whimper.

“You’re not fair, Iwa-”

“Hey. This is what you wanted, right?” He reaches over to twirl a stray strand of Oikawa’s hair around his finger. He might be enjoying himself just a little too much.

“…Hajime,” Oikawa groans, and damn, that’s doing things to Hajime’s heart.

“Hm?”

Oikawa is searching his face again, and something about the look in his eyes makes Hajime drop the act. Sure, it’s fun to tease Oikawa, but, when it comes down to it-

The thing is, if Hajime knows Oikawa inside out, the same is also true for Oikawa. He sees the change in Hajime’s expression, the subtle shift - and immediately, his eyes are watering again.

“Y-you…”

Oikawa’s face scrunches up, and Hajime knows what’s coming. He lets out the tiniest of sighs, and allows a small, honest smile to tug at the corners of his mouth - and that’s all it takes.

Tears stream down Oikawa’s face, and his expression is getting all twisted again, the way it always does. Hajime has never enjoyed watching him cry, really - it makes him want to cry as well.

Oikawa sniffles, although it’s really just a gross, wet sound at this point, and Hajime huffs out a laugh. It’s an instinct, he’s already reaching up to cup Oikawa’s face in his hands, wiping the tears off his cheeks with his sleeves.

“…why are you always such a mess, huh?”

Oikawa just gasps into a fresh wave of tears, teeth digging into his lower lip again even as he leans into Hajime’s touch. Like magnets, Hajime thinks, or like gravity. Oikawa will always come back, without fail, and Hajime knows he will, too. Maybe this is inevitable.

Hajime doesn’t want to believe in fate - this is a choice he’s making, after all. A choice that feels right.

“H-Ha- Hajime-”

“Trust me to fall for the most troublesome person I know. Typical,” Hajime says with a smile. Oikawa is practically blubbering, making a complete mess of himself. His shoulders are shaking, and Hajime wants to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

“Hajime-”

“Tooru, listen. Hey. It’s gonna be okay. We’re- we’re gonna be okay.”

Oikawa chokes on a sob, frantically blinking the tears out of his eyes so he can look at him, but he’s not fast enough, and a fresh wave of crying makes him shudder.

“I know I tease you a lot, but- I’d never joke about this. Okay? You’re- you’re the most important person to me, and I-”

He takes a deep breath - but Oikawa needs to hear this. Tooru needs to hear this.

“I’m glad that it’s you,” he says, and Tooru sobs again. “I’m glad that you’re the one I fell in love with.”

Tooru slams into him with a wail, smushing his face against Hajime’s chest and smearing his hoodie with snot and tears. Hajime stumbles a little at the sudden weight, but his arms come up without even needing to think about it, like it’s natural, like they were meant to pull him close. Tooru is still sobbing, and Hajime is pretty sure there are tears trailing down his own face, too, but he finally feels complete. Like Tooru is the last piece of the puzzle that’s finally fitting itself right where it belongs - in Hajime’s arms, close to his heart.

~~~

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Queen of His People, Ch. 9

Pairing: Ushiten

Rating: T

Tags: a/b/o, royalty

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“Fly fast,” Satori told the pigeon, although he was pretty sure it wouldn’t understand him. It just cooed at him and left, heading for Rowanwood.

The letter it carried was short and to the point, but little traces of affection had slipped through. He had just meant to tell his mother that he was going to Shiratorizawa to be married, but he couldn’t hide how much he missed her. He’d barely seen her since he came to the castle.

Maybe she would come to visit him in Shiratorizawa. His father had restricted her movements ever since her affair, but if he was going to be queen, he had to have some power to change that. His parents weren’t mated, and probably never would be after everything, but she was a timid woman and had been dominated by the men around her for her entire life. From the stories she’d told him, her father had been just as overbearing as his, and she’d been given away as a bride far too young. He couldn’t begrudge her the affair, even if it had made his life harder. He couldn’t be mad for the one moment of freedom she’d had.

And she’d done her best to protect him when he still lived at Rowanwood. He’d never doubted for a moment that she loved him fiercely, loved him enough to send him away to the castle because she thought he’d be happier away from her.

He shook himself. This wasn’t a day to feel sad. He was going off on an adventure, he was supposed to be excited.

Tooru and Hajime were waiting for him in the courtyard, ready to say their goodbyes. They had been distant recently, Tooru’s fight for the throne keeping them busy, but Satori was going to miss them.

“I don’t suppose you know anything about Tobio offering to stay away from the throne as long as I promise not to marry him off, do you?” Tooru asked, but they both already knew the answer.

“Be good to him,” Satori told him. “He’s going to be loyal to you.”

“Yeah, he is,” Tooru sighed. “I have a lot of work to do to make it up to him, don’t I?”

“You were an ass,” Satori agreed, and Tooru made a face.

“You’re not supposed to agree!” he protested, but then he sobered. “I wish you the best. I’ve seen you with Ushijima. He makes you happy. I’m happy for you.”

Satori hugged him, because Satori was a hugger, and Tooru was clingy anyway.

“Take care of yourself,” Hajime said. “And don’t forget to write sometimes.”

“I will,” Satori promised. A young beta woman walked up behind Hajime, grinning at him. “Maiya? How long have you been here?”

“I just got back,” she laughed. “And I heard the little bug eyed kid who used to run around with my baby brother is all grown up and going off to get married. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, nee-san,” he said. She pulled him into a rough hug.

“Anyone gives you trouble, you just let us know,” she said fiercely. “Hajime and I will come up and kick some ass.”

She and Hajime stood strong beside each other. They were two of a kind, brother and sister. Satori was feeling the love.

Tobio was standing off to the side, fidgeting. He’d already said his goodbyes, but he came forward to give Satori another hug.

“Promise you’ll write to me?” he asked in a small voice.

“Of course,” Satori told him. “Someone has to tell you stories about the far north.”

Tobio looked happier.

“Don’t let your brother give you any shit,” Satori said. “But don’t hold a grudge. I think he’s going to try to earn your forgiveness. Let him.”

Tobio nodded, looking serious. Satori slung his bag over his shoulder, turning to where Wakatoshi and Kawanishi and Goshiki were waiting.

“That’s all you’re bringing?” Wakatoshi asked.

“I don’t need much,” Satori admitted.

“That moves up our timetable, then,” Kawanishi said. “We were expecting to have to use a carriage for the ride back, but if you packed light, we can make it back in a few weeks. Assuming you can ride, of course.”

“I know how to ride,” Satori scoffed, ignoring the fact that he hadn’t been on a horse’s back in years. He could keep up just fine. He wasn’t going to break.

“Consider this my wedding gift to you,” a voice broke in. The king was there, holding the reigns of a hearty looking horse. “She’s a tough one. She’ll survive just fine up in the north.”

Satori couldn’t respond for a moment, throat closing up.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “She’s beautiful.”

She wasn’t, not in the traditional sense at least, but she looked strong, and Satori thought there was beauty in that.

“Good luck,” the king said. “And have a safe journey.”

“We thank you for your hospitality,” Wakatoshi said. “I’ve already sent word to Shiratorizawa. A legion should be on its way down already.”

The king nodded, and then they were off.

“I didn’t realize you were going to pack so light,” Goshiki commented. They were riding at a steady pace, but not so fast that they couldn’t talk. “Most omegas need more stuff.”

“I don’t,” Satori shrugged. The jolting of the horse was already starting to get to him. “How far is it to Shiratorizawa?”

“About two hundred miles to the border, and another hundred to the capital,” Wakatoshi answered. “If we can keep the pace we had on the way down, it should take about two weeks.”

Satori tried to hide his grimace, and Kawanishi grinned.

“Semi is going to adopt him on the spot,” he said. Goshiki nodded in agreement.

“Who’s Semi?” Satori asked. “Is he like a head omega?”

Goshiki snorted.

“No,” Kawanishi said, laughter in his voice, “but he got all the motherly instincts his mate missed out on.”

“I’m sure Kenjirou will be a fine mother,” Wakatoshi argued. Kawanishi just gave him a look.

“The day Kenjirou gracefully accepts motherhood is the day I eat my own socks,” he said flatly.

“They have only been mated for a year,” Goshiki reasoned. “And they’re both busy since Semi-san is the general and Shirabu-san is the chief strategist. They might want children someday.”

“You still haven’t dropped the habit of calling him by his maiden name,” Kawanishi pointed out.

“Shirabu-san will always be Shirabu-san, even if he took Semi-san’s family name,” Goshiki argued. Kawanishi shrugged.

“My point is, Semi is going to like you,” he addressed Satori again. “He likes picking up strays, and you’ll be a young omega in a new place. He’s going to fuss over you, fair warning.”

“I can deal with fussing,” Satori assured him. “Semi and Shirabu are general and strategist? And they’re mated?”

“Yes,” Wakatoshi answered. “They hardly ever leave the citadel, save for wartime. Even then, Kenjirou will stay while Eita goes off to battle. They’re too important to risk going out too often.”

“What’s the citadel like?” Satori asked. “What are the people like?”

They spent hours telling him about the city up on the top of a mountain, nearly impenetrable from the outside. The walls had been redesigned over the years to keep the worst of the wind off, and natural hot springs below the palace kept it warm year round. There was a lower town around the palace in the safety of the walls, and was mostly populated by merchants that dealt with the farmers that had learned over the years to farm in the mountains.

They stopped for the night at an inn, and the keeper seemed to recognize them from their trip down. He offered them two rooms, one with a double bed, and one with two twins.

“Goshiki and I will take the double bed, and you two can have the twins,” Wakatoshi announced. Satori sighed happily, already glad to be able to res this aching legs. He wasn’t looking forward to getting back in the saddle tomorrow.

He dropped into bed, not even bothering to change out of his clothes. He was almost dead asleep when he heard Kawanishi drop into the bed next to him.

“I can’t wait to get back,” he sighed. “It’s so hot down here.”

“I’m sorry I’m keeping you from your mate,” Satori offered sleepily. Kawanishi shrugged.

“We’re knights,” he said. “It’s our job to make sure you two are safe. Besides, it’s only a few weeks. Then I’ll have him all to myself again.”

Satori was about to make a lewd comment, but he was asleep before he could, and the next thing he knew, Kawanishi was shaking him awake. It was time to get going again.

***

Two weeks later, and Satori was ready to never ride a horse again. He was almost ready to cry with happiness when they started to climb the narrow path that led up to the citadel.

Trumpets blared at the return of the prince, and the gates were opened. Satori sighed. He couldn’t wait to get settled and sleep for a week, if he could.

There were people waiting for them just inside the gate, cheering as their prince rode back in. Satori tried to sit up straight, smile, be the queen they were expecting him to be someday. No one looked at him angrily, which was a good sign.

They passed the second gate into the palace grounds, and fewer people were waiting for them. They handed off their horses to waiting groomsmen, and turned to face the small crowd. Satori steeled himself. This was his first test.

“Ushijima-sama,” someone said, coming forward. He had long black and white hair pulled into a ponytail, and though he was shorter than Wakatoshi, he radiated an air of power. “It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Eita,” Wakatoshi answered. “This is Tendou Satori.”

Satori tried to make himself look friendly. Eita – this was probably Semi – looked him over critically, before arching a brow.

“He’s perfect,” Semi said.

“I hope my mother thinks so, too,” Wakatoshi said.

“That’s why he’s perfect,” Semi countered, but he held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Tendou-san. I’m Semi Eita, but you’re welcome to call me Eita, most people do.”

A slightly shorter omega stepped around Eita. His light brown hair was cut with completely straight bangs. He was the polar opposite of Eita, and yet, they fit together.

“Hello, Tendou-san,” he said, voice much softer than Eita’s. “I’m Eita’s mate, Kenjirou. You’re welcome to call me by my given name as well. It gets confusing since we’re both Semi now.”

“Hello, Kenjirou,” Satori said shyly. He was almost overwhelmed by the people starting to crowd around.

“Everyone back off, give him some room,” a female voice ordered. An absolutely tiny omega woman stepped forward. She was classically pretty, if a little plain, and at the very least double Satori’s age. “Don’t scare him off before he even gets inside. Hello dear. I’m Ai, and this is Reon.” She gestured to the older alpha behind her. “If you need anything, you can come to us.”

“Thank you,” Satori said. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful, and he was happy that everyone was so nice, but he wanted to sit down.

“That’s enough niceties,” another female voice cut in. Satori looked up and…

This. This had to be the queen. Even without her resemblance to Wakatoshi, she was clearly royalty. She walked with her head held high and not even the idea that her words might be disobeyed.

She greeted Wakatoshi before looking over Satori critically. He tried not to squirm.

“He’ll do,” she said shortly. “Come inside. You’ve had a long journey, you must be exhausted.”

Not exactly a warm welcome, but she hadn’t greeted him with outright dislike. He could deal with this.

She led him and Wakatoshi to a wing of the palace, although Wakatoshi probably didn’t need the guide. She turned.

“Wakatoshi, I expect you to get him settled,” she said. “I’ll send dinner to your rooms for tonight. Tomorrow, you start training with me.”

She was off in a flurry of skirts. Satori turned to Wakatoshi.

“She’s not being rude on purpose,” Wakatoshi assured him. “That’s just how she is.”

Satori just nodded. He needed to sleep.

“These are your rooms,” Wakatoshi said. “I’m next door. We’re not connected, but you’re welcome to visit anytime.”

Satori nodded again, and Wakatoshi seemed to sense that he would collapse at any moment. He picked up Satori’s hand, kissing the back and leaving him alone.

Satori dropped into bed, face burning. That was such a sweet gesture. He didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. He was already burrowing under the soft furs on his bed, and it wasn’t long before he was entirely asleep.

Tomorrow, he could deal with the new home. Tonight, he had to sleep.

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