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papenathys · 1 month
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a poem from my upcoming collection, "there used to be a lake here once" (2024) about losing my grandmother exactly a year ago, on 23rd of february, 2023 after a very sudden illness, and my lingering regrets at being unable to give her what she wanted– the dream of seeing her granddaughter get married. a bengali hindu immigrant from barisal, bangladesh, my thamma was my last surviving grandparent. I never came out to her, as either queer or trans.
author's note: this is a very personal poem written by a trans queer bengali person about their own childhood and coming-of-age. please do not tag this as fictional characters or inspo, removing the bengali and/or trans context. if you want to write about your own experiences or thoughts on dealing with loss as queer folk, I welcome them. terfs and radfems dni.
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moonspirit · 7 months
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Imma ask you the same questions you asked me for the aruani ask game:
1 + 3 + 4 + 14 AND 16 as a bonus
Hi mimi, and thank you for the ask!
1 - Share your favorite part of your latest fic hhhhhhhh this is very difficult xD I have many little parts I like, so I guess I'll just pick one at random. From ch 11 of VBEOW:
He doesn’t want to waste a single second anymore. He’ll live, live with her, in the now, soak in her happiness, her tears, her love, her laughs, her movements, her life.  The chink of light from under her door makes his heart want to jump from his throat and run off screaming. But it doesn’t matter, it really doesn’t matter. He just wants to see– he pushes the door open. His chest alights with fire.   Annie turns to face him, looking shell-shocked, hands in the midst of working a dazzling flowery hairpin out of her… ponytail.  Catching his breath and panting heavily, he stands there, in her open doorway, feeling all his nerve endings spark as he takes in how she looks.  He’s just a boy, who wants to see the summer sky.  And the sky is in her eyes. He crosses the distance and kisses her. 
3 - If you look back at your first fic compared to your last, what's changed? Hm, well, this is technically my writing streak 2.0, and the first fic I wrote in this streak was back in April. Between then and now I think I've learned how to make the flow of sentences smoother and less choppy and sudden; I think I would consider that to be the biggest improvement :O~
4 - Fanfic authors can be harsh on themselves, especially with older work. Share three things you like about your first fic. First fic! Again, the one I wrote in April, was pretty much a sudden idea that came overnight. I also put very little effort into this, but three things I like about it are: (1) - I very much like the topic it deals with, and the potential it had for the sequels that followed. (2) - I found it rather easy to write, despite not having written for a long while before that #_# (3) - I like that it got the camaraderie between the Alliance members mostly decent :3
14 - Tell us about a detail you wrote that nobody has commented on yet. Well I suppose I could point out an interaction between Armin and an OC who's supposed to have a thing for Annie in VBEOW. It was a very mild and subtle display of Armin's jealousy, stuffed in between many other things that were happening at that time, and I wonder how well it was conveyed xD I can't really say it's gone entirely unnoticed tho, because Anna did know about it beforehand.
16 - Share a WIP you're excited about. While I haven't written anything atm, I am excited for ch 12 of VBEOW and a forest seggs chapter/oneshot :3 Horny aruani having forest floor seggs yeahhhhhhhh T^T
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cherishmimi · 1 year
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"...because she’d just been slapping a band-aid over whatever she thought the wound might be, instead of letting herself bleed so that she could see clearly what needed to heal."
-Cherished Affliction, Chapter 31.
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y2kuromi · 3 months
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⭑ : 呪術廻戦 ❛ 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜𝗦 : satoru gojo x reader
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࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 synopsis: you have no choice but to believe he'll always come back to you. after all, home is where the heart is
contents:JJK SPOILERS CH236! angst, fluff kinda comfort. profanities. second & third person pov.character death. ( i despise you gege you ruined christmas eve ) wc: 1.8k
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satoru gojo was an enigma. you knew that from the moment you met him. on first glance, there was nothing ordinary about him. his vivid blue eyes could simply not go unnoticed.
his smile, and that irritating laugh he shared too often were your kryptonite. you despised how soft you felt in response to his smile. his name alone could inspire the most extraordinary of emotions.
you had fallen hard for him. you'd fallen so irreversibly hard for him that you couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad at him when he called you out of the blue.
being with gojo meant expecting the unexpected. being with gojo meant believing he would come back after disappearing for days, weeks and occasionally months on end, without offering so much as an explanation
the call came whilst you were nose deep in christmas preparations. the kitchen in your shared home smelled of sugar, cinnamon and cloves.
the rest of the house had already been decorated for the holidays. there was tinsel everywhere. reds, whites and greens were splashed all over the place and christmas was only a few hours away
“you’re getting ready for santa?” satoru asks, upon hearing the whirring of the teal kitchenaid mixer he bought you for your birthday. “what about me?”
“you are santa silly” you laugh, switching off the mixer to hear your fiance’s voice clearer
“that i am” he smiled, flicking at the drops of blood adorning his lips with his tongue, “what are you cooking up tonight? ‘m starving”
“i thought we were going out for dinner..” you murmur, confusion evident in your words, “did you forget again ‘toru?”
“no baby. ‘course not” he says, pausing momentarily to wipe off the excess blood, “just something came up at work. i'll make it up to you”
“well the cookies should be done in a bit” you said, and he could hear you smiling. “extra chocolate , just the way you like it”
“mmm” he hummed, blood ringing in his ears, “can’t wait to try them”
“when are you coming home?”
your question is met with silence on the other end of the phone, and satoru has to admit he can tell by the lack of noise on your part that you've grown concerned.
the last thing he wants right now is for you to cry because of him. so he lies to you. it's all he could do. he couldn't tell you that he, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, was reduced to a bleeding mess at the hands of sukuna. the notion shouldn't even be plausible
yet here he was, leaving his allies to do all the work, while he choked back heart wrenching sobs. he should try to stop the bleeding. try to stay conscious but there was too much. too much blood
“toru” you breathed, sounding completely broken. your voice was barely a whisper, but it was all he could focus on, blurring out the massacre taking place behind him. “what’s happening?”
he couldn’t tell you. his throat felt dry and hollow. his hand twitched in pain as he reached towards his bleeding abdomen. fingers sticky with dark blood
he didn't know. everything had been fine a while ago. it almost seemed like he would win. but satoru gojo was faced with a fatal curse. he could never win.
“nothing too serious my love” he fibbed, the lie dripping off his tongue like honey.
“bullshit” you frowned, “i can hear you wheezing gojo. don’t lie to me”
"you’ve always been too smart for your own good" he laughs, the motion rendering him breathless.
he hears your breath hitch and he can feel his heart shattering. he really shouldn’t have called you. he just wanted to hear your voice one last time
“switch to video” you ordered, after a painstaking moment of silence, before adding softly, “i want to see you”
“you really don’t” he says teasingly, trying his absolute hardest to make light of the situation, “i’m really roughed up right now, ‘m scared you won’t think i’m pretty anymore”
“satoru” you said through gritted teeth
“‘m half the man i used to be” he jokes weakly. satoru was a stubborn bastard, yes. but he also cared more about you than anything else. and he knew seeing him like this would scar you for life.
“stop stalling” you pleaded, "we've talked about this"
"don't wanna do this to you" he slurs, squeezing his beautiful blue eyes shut
“i’ll hang up i swear” you say, and he knows you mean it. the thought of no longer hearing your sweet voice hurts more than his pending death
“please don’t” he said, “don’t wanna be alone right now”
you can feel the vulnerability he carries reverberating in his voice. you can hear him panicking.
loneliness is something satoru gojo had grown to despise. but it clung to him endlessly. it came with the weight of the jujutsu world hanging on him — the first sorcerer in four hundred years to have the six eyes and limitless .
he could be touched only when he wished to be. choosing to keep others safe from the burden he had to carry at an unfairly young age simply because he inherited these abilities.
it was painstakingly hard for him to connect with people after losing geto, a void was left in his absence. a void he didn’t bother to fill until you came along
he tended to hide his true desires and feelings behind his cheerful and charismatic personality, but that didn’t work with you. you saw right through him
“okay” you nodded, blinking back the tears that prickled your eyelids, “how bad is it?”
“really fucking bad” he says weakly, “can’t hold out much longer”
if you could you would hug him, or do anything to make him feel better. but you couldn't. he was alone. you wished you could see his face, you wanted to kill him for doing this to you. for leaving you when he promised to stay by your side forever
“you're not going to die on me" you said as firmly as you could manage, “you can’t”
"promise me, you’ll be alright " he said, trying not to grimace as the effort he put into speaking left him weaker than before, "i want you to move on, just because my life ends doesn't mean yours has to”
"don’t say shit like that" you said, fresh tears brimming in your eyes. he was glad he’d decided to stick to audio call. seeing you cry would surely finish him off
“promise me" he pleaded, he could feel his body suddenly growing colder, his bottom lip quivered furiously
"i promise" those words were heavy on your tongue. believing you could move on from satoru was quite literally stupid, you didn't want anyone but him, you didn't need anything, need anyone, as long as you had him with you.
“it really s-sucks that ‘m gonna — s-shit — die alone” he says, his bloody lips trembling “i love you so much (y/n)"
no. no. no. you couldn’t allow this to happen
“keep your eyes open for me toru please" you said frantically, but you knew you were losing him. you were still crying, even though your eyes felt sore and dried out.
“say it back” he whimpered, “need to hear you say it”
"i love you too toru” tears stream down your face, stinging your cheeks as your heart shatters into a million pieces
“i know” he says, smiling to himself despite the pain. it was everywhere all at once. he didn't have the strength to fight it anymore, allowing the cold feeling to wrap itself around him, completely burying him.
“toru?” you whisper timidly. you’re met with numbing silence. stillness, tranquility. you wanted to lash out, you wanted to make everyone hurt the way you were hurting.
you felt unabashedly raw, like a vital part of your body had been ripped away. and then you realised it was something that belonged wholly to him. your heart. he owned your heart, he always would.
you couldn’t stop the loud, unfiltered sobs that fled from the confines of your chest. you wanted to scream until you could taste blood. you were shaking now. you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t-
“(y/n)!!” you felt arms around you shocking you back to reality. your eyes shot open, locking with gojo’s ethereal blue pupils. concern evident in his face as he tenderly wiped your tears away
you looked around the dimly lit room, turning your head frantically, (e/c) eyes grief stricken and wide with fear “
"it's okay baby, i'm here" satoru said softly, slipping your fingers through his. you grabbed onto him as if he was a lifeline, squeezing his fingers so hard you were sure no blood was rushing to them.
“you’re alive” you said slowly, struggling to see through your tears, you needed some form of confirmation, anything, to let you know that you just had a bad dream, a silly nightmare that wouldn't come to fruition
“‘course i’m alive” he laughs "it was just a dream baby"" he placed kisses on the smooth canvas of your visage, not caring that your face was tear stained
“he killed you.” you sobbed, “and you called me-”
“who?” he interrupts, feigning offence at the mere prospect of someone beating him, the gojo satoru, the undeniable strongest
“sukuna” you murmur, “he looked like megumi for some reason but it was him”
“sukuna?” he frowns, “as if! sounds like a really silly dream my love. but you can talk about it when you're ready"
in the solace of his arms, you quietly tried to regain your sanity, tried to put yourself back together. he whispered sweet nothings to you,gently threading his fingers through your hair. patting your head affectionately—his love language— for once you didn't want him to stop, that small movement helped you clear your head.
you felt so weak, so vulnerable, so exposed. you knew that loving someone, loving gojo, would make you feel things you’d never felt before. you’d never been so scared, never been so happy, never felt so complete all at once
“was it that bad?” gojo asked, his curiosity getting the best of him, “you’ve never been this shaken up before”
“it was really fucking bad” you say, almost laughing because you sounded just like him
he was frowning at how absurd the sound of him dying was. he traced a finger over your hips, ghosting shapes on your warm skin. a cirlce, a triangle, a heart. "i love you y’know. i’m not dying any time soon”
you wanted to believe him so bad, you wanted to be certain. but you were holding on to the fear that your dream would one day become reality “promise me?”
he stuck out his pinkie childishly, looping it with yours. “i pinkie promise”
a small smile makes its way across your face. gojo never broke his promises. they were golden, the surest thing in the universe
“do you think you’d ever lose to sukuna?” you ask, after a sweet moment of silence. you peer at your other half with curious eyes and your heart flutters at the cocky grin on his face
“nah, i’d win”
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© Y2KUROMI '23 . please do not plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.
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poksmimi · 18 days
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" ★ 𝙈𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙈𝙄 ! " - call me, mimi or mimey ! ♪ ᵗᵃᵍˢ : #ᵖᵒᵏˢᵉˡᶠˢʰⁱᵖˢ, #ᵐⁱᵐⁱʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ, #ᵖᵒᵏˢᵐᵘᵗ
୨ৎ — 𝗣𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗠𝗜 | requests!open ^^ same username on ao3, wattpad{poksmimi}
★ — I call some people : miss or sir or mx ! ^^ just been a habit of mine even in real life
★ — Spotify playlist !
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★:𝐈.ᵒⁿᵉ. MASTERLIST
RECENT: updated at march 27
SERIES: THE LIEGE and THE AFFAIRS! (♪)
★:𝐈𝐈.ᵗʷᵒ. RULES & DNI
★:𝐈𝐈𝐈.ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ. MUTUALS & ANONS
★:𝐕.ᶠᵒᵘʳ. TAGS
★:𝐕𝐈.ᶠⁱᵛᵉ. ABOUT ME & SELFSHIPS
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dividers and images don't belong to me ! (★)
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fuckyeahheartstrikers · 5 months
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Heartstriker/DFZ Fic Recs! (No Spoilers)
Heartstriker and DFZ fic recs that are spoiler free! (as in major plot points, but some have character backstory spoilers)
HEARTSTRIKER SERIES
Battle on the Wing— Sheliak_(Sheliak)
AO3: Teen, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Amelia/Svena, Pre-Canon, Complete, 756 words.
An Impulsive Act of Baby Theft— Sheliak_(Sheliak)
AO3: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Amelia & Brohomir, Pre-Canon, Complete, 901 words.
Enemy Territory— Sheliak_(Sheliak)
AO3: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Amelia/Svena, Pre-Canon, Complete, 809 words.
All Our Hues— LemonsBitter
AO3: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Amelia & Brohomir, Pre-Canon, Complete, 1939 words.
DFZ SERIES
50/50— mimiwrites
AO3: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Nikola Kos/Opal Yong-ae, Post- Minimum Wage Magic, Complete, 766 words.
then i might miss you— mimiwrites
AO3: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Nikola Kos/Opal Yong-ae, Post- Minimum Wage Magic, Complete, 1599 words.
Dinner and a Show— Atomicpom
AO3: Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Nikola Kos/Opal Yong-ae, Miniumum Wage Magic, Complete, 1430 words.
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blueinkscribe · 9 months
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Drama AU masterpost!
I am very happy to finally present to you the Hermitcraft/Life Series/Empires/MCYT DRAMA AU
This AU is something I've been working on with my friend @mimiwrites for a while now!
This AU consists of multiple series!
The main storyline!
The kissing closet series! (Links to Tumblr posts under the cut!)
Further random bits and bops! (Such as tally boards, kiss of the week and much much more!
Bits and Bops:
Kiss of the Week
Continue reading for more info!
The Drama AU is a collection that follows many of your favourite MCYTs through their time with the drama club. Of course, they're all incredibly gay.
All links will be added as the works are being posted.
The main storyline will be starting in September since before then, we are still busy with other projects. BUT! Until then, we will be posting all kinds of snippets over on AO3 and maybe also here on tumblr to keep ourselves entertained and sane!
Feel free to hit either of us up at any point if you have questions (or requests for the kissing closet maybe?)
Posted works!
Kissing closet:
Sfw:
Scar and Scott || Tumblr Link
Grian and Skizz || Tumblr Link
Lizzie and Ren
Scott and Skizz
Jimmy and Bdubs
Doc and Skizz
NSFW:
Joel and Skizz
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sportsanimesrarepairs · 6 months
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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bokuto Koutarou/Miya Atsumu Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Drinking, Friendship/Love, Developing Relationship, Eventual Romance, Getting Together Summary:
It had been about two weeks since Atsumu and Hinata broke up. It made Bokuto’s chest ache to see Atsumu so broken, so he decided to take him out for a fun night. The more time they spend together, the more they realize just how well they get along.
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zoyaalinas · 2 years
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some ways less, some ways more
pairings: mailee, (background ships→) zutara, sukka, azirin
characters: mai, ty lee, azula, katara, suki, june, original female character
after the war, mai's redemption arrives in a shade of bright pink.
inspired by a twitter prompt by @kataraslove . see replies for ao3 link.
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lunaathorne · 4 years
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trouble needs a place to sleep (grishaverse big bang 2019)
Summer in Keramzin. Things wilt away. Alina muses on the politics of waiting, miracles, and the glorious arch of Zoya’s back. 
Of a tiny village at the border of a ravaged country, and two lonely, lethal women in love, learning to heal by ripping to shreds.
Pairing: Zoya Nazyalensky/Alina Starkov
Characters: Zoya Nazyalensky, Alina Starkov, Tamar Kir-Bataar, Nadia Zhabin, Nikolai Lantsov (mentioned), Malyen Oretsev (mentioned), Genya Safin (mentioned)
written for the Grishaverse Big Bang 2019 event by @grishaversebigbang
Corporalki: @isaakandreyevs
Materialki: @bdhead (here’s some beautiful art to bless your feed),  @zemenipearls (x,x these are so lovely i cry)
TW: This is an M-rated fic, aside sexual content the language and themes are mature so please check tags before reading!!
Read it on AO3!
Prologue under the cut:
For the first winter or so, she tries her best. Battles the blight with thick lumps of charcoal, hammers in new floorboards, saws through split wood ends with rolls of sandpaper, the kind they’d used on irritable teething toddlers back at the orphanage, right until she’s chipped her nails down to the cuticles, and –may the Saints bless and keep her- heads down to the fortnightly village fair in a spur-of-the-moment onslaught of poor life choices; allowing herself to be jostled and groped for two whole hours standing on an overcrowded morning ferry across lower Sokol… and all this for a goddamned toolset, bleeding forty silver coins off her nest’s egg. She even goes the extra mile, buys Zemeni poppies in pretty painted pots for the corners where mould has covered wooden panels like a fetid second skin and inserts solid pelts of dried orange blossom in strategic parts of the house.
In the end, like always, it is the rot that bests Alina Starkov. There’s too much decay, too much ruination for even her prodigious fingers to coax back into the deep earth.
She gives up. Waits, as penitents do, for the beginning of the end.
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papenathys · 3 months
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And if I say I'm writing a Bengali lesbian dark academia short story between a trans butch and a femme??? Then????
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moonspirit · 9 months
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For the writer emoji ask
🎶⛔💖🌞 aaaand ❌
Hello Mimi! (Ahh we've never really interacted much before but we should! I'd like to be better fren!)
🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? Oh, music absolutely inspires me to write, but I don't actively listen to it during writing, because I end up being very slow. However music is the sole driving force for any idea I get, it's pretty much 50%, and the other 50% is my love for the ship xD It's why for every chapter, if I don't find that perfect song that helps my imagination run wild, I will suffer lmao xD I don't really care about the lyrics, it's the mood and vibe. The song could be about drugs but if it sounds sexy, I will imagine smut T_T But lately, I've been looping 'Carried Home' by Marcus Wagner. It has birthed a good chapter idea, but it won't be written for a while xD Ain't time yet.
⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? Many, many, many. But nothing recently since I've just returned to writing after several years.
💖 What made you start writing? Ah xD The golden years of 2008-10, I watched my first ever shoujo-anime called Special A and chanced upon the fanfic world. And that's when I began writing. I was like... 12 or 13 and I typed out chapter after chapter of the most cliche, trope filled fic ever and published it every week on fanfiction.net. Good memories, although I deleted it many years later.
🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write? Nah. Whenever, wherever, even in bed on my phone. Most of my AruAni fics so far have been birthed entirely during the most inconvenient times (smack in the middle of exams, like the night before an exam lmao).
❌ What's a trope you will never write? I don't really know, because I might feel like writing anything if a song inspires me...
Thanks for the ask T/////T!!
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y2kuromi · 2 months
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࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LOVE LETTERS ?! O2: stars aligned,
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synopsis: love is a foreign concept, often hard to express in words. except your feelings poured into the sweetest letters, intended for your eyes only. when the saccharine envelopes are mailed out to the five boys you've loved sparks fly, hearts break and chaos ensues. "heavily inspired by tatbilb"
𝖎. series: seishiro nagi x f! reader (she/they) | wc: 7.0k | contents : fake dating trope. kinda? forced proximity. toxic/fake friends, heavy pining. second person (you/your/yours) swearing in italics.
𝖎𝖎. notes: pretend it’s been two days and not two months since i updated this… so sorry wth
⇆ series masterlist prev: parallel lines next: call me baby
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MONDAY,
. . . ❀ the weekend dragged on in a hazy blur of ignoring texts and staying curled up in the confines of your bed watching old shoujos, but you couldn’t forget your current predicament.
it felt like a recurring nightmare. and you half wished it was. but it was real. the sick feeling in your stomach. the constant buzzing of your phone. and rensuke kunigami standing outside your house.
your hands faltered, your spoon filled with cereal suspended in the air. the eerie sound of milk dripping off the metal echoed in the kitchen
he was outside your house. of course he was. the two of you always walked to school together. your spoon clattered into your bowl, splashing white droplets onto the kitchen counter
“should i let him in?” your mom asked, the scent of her warm lavender body mist filled the kitchen with a false sense of hope
“no!” you shook your head fervently, “i can’t talk to him mom, i don’t even want to go to school today.”
“you can’t avoid him forever” she sighed, “i told you i didn’t like that kiyomi girl constantly sleeping over, now look what’s happened”
you groaned, pushing your half eaten bowl of cereal away from you. “can you just get him to leave — please?”
your mom exhaled loudly, but she set her phone on the counter and drifted out of the kitchen. you could faintly hear the door opening in the distance and muffled dialogue between them. she returned shortly, with her lips pressed in a thin line and her arms folded across her chest.
you glanced at your phone, watching a notification from kunigami pop up on your lockcreen. you felt awful. you could vividly picture the dejected look fleeting across his face when your mom lied to him
+ 1 new message from: ren you went to school without me?
“you have to sort this mess out” your mom said, shaking her head, “kunigami’s a good kid, don’t throw away your friendship over something so fickle”
“‘s not that easy mom” you frowned, pushing yourself off the stool and smoothing your neatly ironed skirt down, “but i’ll try”
“what are you going to do about meguru and that kid you used to be close with?” she asked, raising a brow as you slung your school bag over your shoulder
you had been ignoring bachira's texts as well, you knew deep down he didn’t deserve it. he'd been really sweet about everything , even going as far as to offer to send his letter back to you. but you couldn't bring yourself to respond.
“who, nagi?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, she hummed in response. “i’ll avoid him too. it shouldn’t be hard, i doubt he’ll go out of his way to talk to me”
"are you sure about that?" she queried, "his letter was pretty intense"
"yeah i'm sure- wait." you narrowed your eyes, "did you read my letters mom?"
"they were cute" she smiled warmly, "you really should get better at hiding things, not that it matters now,"
"thanks" you said through gritted teeth, turning on your heel and making your way towards the front door "i'll be home late, i have to work extra hours to cover my shifts"
"have a good day at school" she called, "or at least try to!"
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. . . ❀ you slumped against your desk dejectedly . having a double period of economics first thing in the morning after a subpar weekend seemed like a 'gift' from the devil himself. a gift that went unappreciated, you had suffered enough
it had its silver lining, kunigami wasn't in any of your morning classes. nagi and kiyomi, on the other hand were in some of the classes you had lined up throughout the day. kiyomi rarely attended physical education and you would simply sit beside reo in geography. nagi tended to skip physical education to play video games, he’d be asleep in history too — so that wasn’t a problem.
you heard the scraping sound of the chair beside you being pulled backwards, (e/c) eyes landing on reo mikage. he looked as good as ever, his hair slightly damp from his shower after soccer training and the everpresent scent of his woodsy perfume engulfing him in a soft cloud.
"your hair's wet mikage" you said languidly, your head resting in the cavern of your arms.
"reo" he sighed, sitting down beside you, "and good morning to you too" he was smiling now, the smile that had all the girls at hakuho falling to their knees. except you.
"morning" you hummed, eyes darting around the classroom as the rest of your classmates streamed in.
"you did amazing on friday" reo said, trying to make conversation. you raised a brow. would nagi have told him about the letters? was reo mikage about to congratulate you for being good at writing cringy love letters?
"the semi finals" he added, raking a hand through his lightly dripping hair. you let out a nervous laugh "you guys are really good"
"thanks mikage" you smiled, a soft genuine one that made your eyes sparkle . reo thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. he couldn't fathom why nagi had chosen sora over you in the first place.
"reo" he said, "c'mon just once? everyone calls me reo"
"it's a good thing i'm not everyone then" you said, stretching and leaning back in your seat. you'd been friends with reo since you were fourteen. three years of banter, three years of him secretly pining after you
"can't argue with that" he murmured, averting his warm violet gaze. he half wished he'd received that letter instead of nagi. nagi didn't deserve you. he did
he was the one who'd found the letter in the first place. nagi was too lazy to check his mail. he said it was too much of a hassle, reo had been sifting through bills and soccer academy envelopes when his fingers grazed the faded yellow envelope
he wanted to talk to you about it. he wanted to tell you that you didn't deserve to be a second choice, he wanted to tell you he understood how you'd felt. but he'd be lying then because he wasn't even a choice at all
you gazed out the window absentmindedly, completely oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions storming through reo's mind. you breezed through the case study assigned after mr. ikida finished teaching. sketching graphs and writing detailed evaluations
his notebook remained blank, he wanted to blame it on being exhausted from morning training, but he knew deep down that the reason he couldn't think about production possibility curves, or demand and supply was due to his surplus feelings for you
"i'm assigning you pair projects for your continuous assessments, a powerpoint presentation analysing the effects of demand and supply in terms of economic growth." mr ikida announced
collective groans and complaints echoed in the classroom and his lip curled into a frown.
"you can pick your own partners" he added, "at your own risk, the presentation is due in two weeks"
you nudged reo with your elbow, pulling him from his thoughts "wanna do the project together?"
"do you even have to ask?" he asks, his violet eyes twinkling. you rolled your eyes.
"you weren't even paying attention" you scoffed, scooping your notebooks into your arms. the bell rang shrilly and your chair scraped backwards as you stood up, "see you in pe mikage"
"reo" he corrected, shaking his head fondly, "see you (y/n)"
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. . . ❀ the sun hung lowly in the sky and the faint gusts of breeze enveloped you as you ran effortlessly. you were literally and figuratively running away from your problems
your teammates had noticed the tension between you and kiyomi, —you couldn't blame them, you could cut it with a knife — and you decided to bask in solitude. charging ahead of them, floating through the wind on a trajectory
until your serenity came crashing down chaotically. in mere seconds you were sprawled on your hands and knees on the track. your eyes flickered around the burnt orange expanse, searching for the source of your fall and you found it
seishiro nagi. his leg tangled beneath yours and his head blocking out the sun. the glowing rays highlighted his snowy curls in a way that resembled a halo. ironic, because nagi was no angel. they called him the devil's child for a reason
“are you actually insane?” you spat, shooting the snowy-haired boy a glare. your hands grazed the track roughly and you could feel bruises forming on your knees “like genuinely?”
“nah” he says, shaking his head firmly. “you’re the crazy one”
“excuse me?” you inhaled sharply, eyes widening in disbelief. only seishiro nagi could trip you and somehow make it out to be your fault. your mild irritation slowly subsided as he stretched his hand out towards you
“‘m not repeating myself”
“have you always been this annoying?” you ask, taking his hand. you suppressed the burning urge to pull him towards you and leave him sprawled on the bristled track. you stood on the balls of your feet, tentatively stretching out your legs. "what the hell is your problem?"
“i wanted to talk to you, but you’ve been ignoring me” he pointed out, and you purposefully avoided meeting his gaze.
“there’s nothing to talk about” you said matter of factly
“there is” he said, “your letter”
you had two options: come clean or play dumb. you chose the latter, a near convincing look of confusion was plastered on your face, “what letter…?”
“this letter” he shrugged, pulling it out of his pocket. a flash of yellow paper came into your period vision as he languidly waved it around in your face.
this complicated situation was no longer a distant nightmare. your words lay bare. it was real. it was your handwriting, your letter, your everything.
“i’ve never seen that in my life”, you adamantly denied, though your quivering bottom lip betrayed you. he raised a brow and began to read the concluding paragraph out loud.
“so i relinquish you from my heart, seishiro nagi. have fun with sora, i could care less now. the two of you deserve each other anyways. you’re a match-“
“can you give that back?” you hissed, trying to snatch it from him and failing in the process. he effortlessly dangled the letter out of your reach. your face burned with embarrassment. you could feel your classmate's eyes on you.
“i think i’ll keep it” he says, and there’s a near evil smile etched on his face that you weren’t remotely aware he was capable of.
“give it back now” you said, glaring at him with jarring intensity, "or i swear i'll end you."
“‘s mine isn’t it?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, “says dear nagi doesn’t it? ‘s my address too”
“you weren’t supposed to get it” you frowned, “i didn't send them out, kiyomi did behind my back, without my consent, so please give it back nagi”
you tried to reason with him. emphasis on tried. your efforts were in vain, nagi was insufferable
“sei” he corrected, the teasing smile on his lips growing as you seethed with rage and embarrassment.
“what?” you spluttered, a look of utter confusion clouding your visage
“you said calling me nagi felt weird”
“oh my god will you stop quoting that stupid letter” you groaned, “give it back you nuisance”
“‘s not stupid, i want to keep it” he says. shoving it back in his pocket, “‘ve never gotten anything like this before”
“i’m not surprised” you huff meanly, “it’s not like you deserve it”
“is it because i stole your first kiss?” he says carelessly, not understanding the weight of his words, “you said it belonged to me anyway-”
“do you hate me?” you shrieked, covering your face in embarrassment, “like do you want me to drop dead? clearly you do”
“‘m sorry it’s just cute” he says, “‘m sorry for stealing your first kiss too…”
“you should be sorry” you retorted. nagi had a lot to apologise to you for, and this painfully awkward interaction was going to make the top of the list
“i just said i am”
“then give me back the letter nagi”
“sei” he corrected again. his grey eyes sparkled with teasing intensity.
you didn’t even grace him with a response. you could feel kiyomi’s eyes on you. she shot you a smile. hopeful, unsure. you shot her a withering look. this was all her fault, her fickle attempt at playing cupid was ruining your life.
you turned on your heel resolving to continue your warm up. you were growing tired of arguing with nagi, in all honesty.
then you saw him.
he was slightly blurred by the distance but you knew it was him. kunigami. he was heading straight towards you.
“fuck my life” you exhaled, squeezing your eyes shut. maybe if you squeezed them hard enough all of this would go away. you opened your (e/c) eyes tentatively. nope. kunigami was so much closer now.
“i’m so sorry” you murmur before locking lips with nagi infront of the entire class. it wasn’t easy considering how tall he was. your arms snaked around his neck and you stood on the absolute tips of your toes, barely reaching him
he raised his eyebrows in shock and disbelief, and maybe a few drops of amusement but to his credit he kissed you back hard, hand on the small of your back, fingers rubbing circles on your hips
your nerves jittered wildly and your heart thumped so hard in your chest you were sure nagi could feel it against his. but you kept kissing him, drowning in lapse after lapse of poor judgment and the faint scent of minty citrus tinging his lips
it was over almost as soon as it had started. you pulled away hesitantly. eyes locking with nagi’s. his grey eyes are blown wide and his lips look freshly kissed, a bright pink that mirrors the blush dusting his cheeks
“the hell was that?” he breathes out. much to his displeasure you pulled away from his grasp and your eyes dart around the field. kunigami was gone. mission accomplished…but at what cost?
“5 laps ‘round the track sawako and nagi” coach harukaze says, “this isn’t some rom-com, keep the lip-locking off my field”
“sorry” you squeak out, the apology was more towards nagi. he looked shell shocked and utterly bewildered. you almost felt bad for dragging him into this mess. but on the other hand, this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t tripped you. this wouldn't have happened if kiyomi didn't send out your love letters. none of this was your fault.
“‘s fine” he shrugs. but he stares at you as if you’ve sprouted a second head. maybe even a third. he thinks you’re crazy. he thinks you’ve completely lost the plot but he refrains from expressing this because he thinks he's crazy too.
reo is jogging up towards him. looking straight out of a perfume advert. he deserves background music with how beautiful he looks. a paradox of the pain he feels brewing inside his chest after watching you kiss his best friend.
you shoot him a nervous look as you walk towards the white markings of the starting line, leaving the pair standing alone.
“dude what was that?” reo asked, violet eyes tinged with confusion, “i thought you said you were going to talk to her?”
“i was” nagi says, raking a hand through his hair, “we were talking...then she jumped me”
he touched his lips gingerly. it was just sinking in that you’d kissed him. and he’d kissed you back. and he'd liked it. a week after breaking up with sora. didn’t that make him an asshole?
“did she tell you why?” reo prods, snapping nagi out of his trance, he's practically interrogating him now “was it because of the letter?”
“i think so…” nagi trailed off, “i don’t know, this is such a pain”
“nagi! does that look like running two thousand meters to you??” the coach hollers, “less yapping more running beanstalk”
nagi exhales loudly, frustration clouding his face. his brain was throbbing, he’d never had so much to think about at once. he hated being confused.
“talk later” he murmured to reo, before breaking into a lazy jog. his head was swimming . he couldn’t get the stupid kiss out of his head. you tasted like strawberries with faint undertones of something he couldn’t quite place a finger on
why did you have to kiss him?? the letter had already messed with his head significantly and now he was losing it. he almost wanted to trip you again for revenge when you sprinted past him. but he refrained. he had a feeling it wouldn’t result in a sweet earth shattering kiss again, more of an earful of curses
twenty minutes later, you slowed to a halt. beads of sweat trickled down your face and your tongue tasted like sandpaper. the track was completely devoid of sound. no one remained but you, nagi and coach harukaze
“i should really give you extra laps” coach harukaze said, shaking his head discontentedly, “but you’re cutting into my lunch break”
“it won’t happen again” you said, honesty dripped from your words like honey. you meant every word. it truly wouldn’t reoccur. you wouldn’t be kissing nagi on the track. you wouldn’t be kissing him, period. you’d resolved to pretend he didn’t exist — nagi..? didn’t ring any bells
“i should hope not” he scoffed, turning his attention away from you and bearing the brunt of his glare on nagi, “and you casanova, have detention with me again for skipping practice this morning”
nagi blew his bangs out of his face exasperatedly. “‘m not gonna come”
“ahh you insolent brat” coach harukaze seethed, “i’ll bench you for the rest of the season!”
“you wouldn’t, 'm your star player"
“both of you, pick up all the cones and take them to the storage closet” your coach ordered, “and maybe clean it up while you’re at it”
“no way” you spluttered in protest, “let nagi do it by himself, he’s the one mouthing off”
“do you want detention too, miss president?” he asked, a menacing grin blooming across his face. "friday wasn't enough for ya?" you shook your head fervently. you wholeheartedly believed this day couldn’t get any worse
“no thank you” you murmured weakly. moving to pick up the cones and batons scattered on the track. you wanted to get this over and done with as fast as possible-
“why’d you kiss me?” nagi asked, as if his words held no weight, “do you still like me or something?”you thought he would've gone off and left you to do all the work by now. instead, he settled for trailing you like a shadow.
you don’t grace him with a response. convincingly acting as if he was no more than a fly. you’d hoped he’d take the hint and leave you to your own devices. you were irritated and sweaty, all you wanted to do was take a shower and change out of your pe uniform that was clinging to your skin. but you were stuck hauling physical education equipment
you’d dumped the last of the cones in the storage closet, sneezing quietly as a storm of dust filled your senses. then nagi’s voice piped up again
“ look, you’re great in your own way. but i’m not ready for another relationship” the words sounded mechanical, as if he'd been practising them in his head for the last few minutes — he had.
the tenderness in which he said your name almost melted your heart completely. almost
“i don’t want you” you said plainly, folding your arms over your chest “not even in the slightest.”
“then why did you kiss me?” he asked, sounding completely helpless. you were driving him near insanity. he hated being confused. he hated having to think so much, to feel so much. he was losing his mind.
“it’s none of your business” you shrugged, pushing the closet door open and stepping into the hallway
“it is my business! you kissed me in front of our entire form class” he spluttered, trailing after you
“well go figure it out yourself then, since you know so much”
“what- sawako-” he started, but you bolted then. and he couldn’t be bothered to chase after you. nagi really didn’t understand girls. he figured you were all wired differently. so complicated. so confusing
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. . . ❀ “you did what???” bachira exclaimed, his vibrant sunny eyes nearly popping out of his head, “you kissed nagi?? (y/n) you kissed-”
“megs keep your voice down” you huffed, covering his mouth with your hand. his mom let out an explosive laugh as she spun around in her chair. your face flushed with embarrassment, “it was a mistake!”
“he doesn’t think that” he laughed, squirming away from you, before nudging you with his elbow. you had half a mind to dump his pineapple flavoured soda water over his head
bachira didn’t go to hakuho high with you, he went to namikaze in an entirely different prefecture, but his mom was substituting as an art teacher whilst your teacher was on maternity leave. the brunette with mesmerizing golden highlights only stopped by to drop lunch off for yu,
then he’d stick around and keep you company, cross-legged on the carpet, while his mom ate her food and chipped in occasionally
“he can think whatever he wants” you shrugged, passing meguru the pack of sour skittles you shared between you, “and he can burn that letter while he’s at it”
“ooo speaking of letters” bachira sang, pulling his out of his bag and handing it to you, the wrinkled envelope had blue ink splotches beside peeling off dolphin stickers “you can have this back”
“thank you” you sighed, relief washing over you, “sorry for not texting you back all weekend, i was such a mess”
“nahhh” he giggled, waving you off, “‘m sure you got a billion other messages from your cute little harem”
“i did” you groaned, slumping against the wall, “kunigami must’ve called me at least a hundred times by now” guilt crawled under your skin. you’d promised kuni things wouldn’t change between you and they had, "and he wanted to walk to school with me this morning"
“you can’t avoid him forever” he quipped, chugging his pineapple favoured ramune with vigor, “i would've taken you hostage by now and forced you to talk to me. nagi had the right idea"
“yeah you would ‘cause you’re a freak” you said, scrunching up your nose and scowling at him. "you and nagi are a bunch of weirdos"
“a freak you were in love with” he giggled. you swat at him playfully, “you’re so cute (y/n)”
“oh my god shut up” you sigh, rolling your eyes exasperatedly, “i wish kiyomi never sent those out”
“why did she anyway?” bachira asks, curiosity shining in his eyes like a red giant star, “i know you said she wanted to play cupid but that can't be the only reason. what if she's secretly in love with you? that's romantic as hell you've gotta hand it to her”
“you’re crazy” you splutter, and you can hear yu snickering under her breath “you don’t even try to hide it..”
“kiyomi’s the crazy one” he mutters, shaking his head, “thank you for the letter though”
“you’re not welcome”
“i’m serious!!!”
“you’re never serious”
“i mean it (n/n)” he says, and all the usual playfulness in his voice is gone, “it’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me”
“that’s actually cute” you murmur, ruffling his already messy hair, “you’re welcome megs”
unlike the other boy’s you’d loved before, you’d never really stopped loving bachira. your feelings for him just became platonic, as they had with kunigami until they started bubbling up again.
“just keep your head up” bachira said, cupping your face in his hands and squishing your cheeks together “it can’t get any worse”
“don’t jinx it” you say, shaking your head, “i’ll text you later megs” you reluctantly stand up from the comfortable carpet, smoothing your skirt down and slipping out of the art room
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. . . ❀ you’re in a daze as you trudge to geography, you’d typically sit beside kiyomi, but that was out of the question. you opted to sit beside reo instead. the stream of questions came as soon as you came in contact with the chair
“so…you and nagi huh?” he hums, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips, it doesn't quite reach his violet eyes
you sigh, embarrassment tinging your face, “did he tell you about the letter? did you know about it this morning?”
"yes.... i saw it first” he admits sheepishly, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck “he’s too lazy to check his mail so i do it for him, but there's no need to feel embarrassed or anything, it's just me”
“i’m screwed” you sigh, “mikage can you fly me out to mars or something?” you'd rather be anywhere than on earth right now. you'd even settle for burning on the sun.
“can’t do that” he hummed, “not when you’re dating my best friend”
“i’m not-” you spluttered, "we're not- i'm not dating nagi,"
“that’s not what he said” he shrugs, picking up his pen nonchalantly and flicking through his notebook
“what…?” could nagi possibly be annoying.. and delusional? you wouldn't put it past him. nagi was a complex jigsaw puzzle that you were once able to comprehend. now he was a mystery to you. (and vice versa)
“kunigami asked him about you during lunch” reo explained, “he just waltzed up to our table and started interrogating us”
“and what did nagi say?” you queried, curiosity and nausea clung to your being. "is he crazy? kunigami knows we don't talk at all, there's no story convincing enough to negate that"
“well he said he really liked you, said he saw you a lot at the konbini during spring break” reo shrugged "he also said you were keeping it on the downlow, and kiyomi was mad because you kept it a secret so she sent out the letters"
"oh" you gasped, nagi had singlehandedly helped you solve your problems. he had no reason to. you weren't friends. you weren't even on good terms, "why the hell would he do that??"
“kunigami believed it” reo raised a brow, completely bewildered, “the drama is more or less over now shouldn’t you be relieved?”
“it's not really over, she sent out five letters. though i would be under normal circumstances.” you mused, “but nagi isn’t normal,”
“point taken” reo laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “are you going to keep up the charade..?” he doesn't want you to. he's butthurt that you'd written five love letters and he wasn't the receiver of a single one
“obviously not” you splutter, “first and foremost…sora would kill me?? she's already going to kill me for kissing him” you said the last part under your breath
“sora’s the one who dumped nagi” reo pointed out, ever the critical thinker, “she cheated on him with a college kid, why would she care?”
“because she practically owns him” you said pointedly, “everyone knows that nagi belongs to sora, he always”
“nagi’s his own person” reo said defensively, as mad as he was about this entire situation, he jumped to his best friend's defence. you raise an eyebrow skeptically, but chose to reserve your comments.
an uncomfortable silence hangs between you and reo for the rest of the hour. you’re elated when the bell rings and you bolt out of mr. mishima's class
your short-lived happiness depletes and your jaw drops when you see nagi waiting for you beside your locker, as if he had a right to be there. he gave you a once over, sleepy grey eyes locking with your (e/c) ones
“can you move” you say impatiently, avoiding his burning gaze. he shook his head, heavy lidded eyes fixed on you
“tell me why you kissed me first” he said, "you owe me that much"
“can you…get over that?” you muttered, “it was just a kiss, i didn’t make-out with you or anything”
his eyebrows furrowed slightly and a pink tinge crept up his face, “so it meant nothing to you?”
“it meant nothing to you when you kissed me in middle school” you countered, nudging him out of the way with your hip
he wanted to argue with you, he wanted to tell you it was his first kiss too and it meant a lot to him. but he didn’t. he moved out of your way wordlessly and he watched you fish out your history books with an almost wistful expression on his face
“why would you tell kunigami we’re dating?” you asked, narrowing your gaze as you slammed your locker shut. "as a matter of fact, why would you come up with that story for me?"
he shrugs. you’re beyond irritated by his nonchalant attitude . you’re almost tempted to pull his hair out. you think it looks stupid, curling around his face, making him look cute when he was actually the worst
“can you answer me?” you asked, he spared you a brief glance before walking away. you stormed after him, steam nearly blowing off the top of your head
you tug at his slightly rumpled blazer as he strolls in-front of you. he tilts his head and shoots you an expectant look. your stomach turns, butterflies erupting and making your face heat up.
“let me walk you to class first” he says, “then i’ll answer you”
“in your dreams” you scoff, swerving around him and speed walking to class. he’s not very far behind you and when you plop down on your seat, he sinks into the chair beside you
“can’t you sit somewhere else?” you ask, “you’re drawing unnecessary attention to us” you didn't really mind, kunigami usually sat beside you in history and that would've been an absolute shit show
“us?” he asks, he’s smiling now and you want more than nothing to wipe it away. even if you have to kiss it off his stupid face.
“you are insufferable” you sigh, “just go to sleep or something” you didn’t need to tell him twice. nagi had been fighting sleep all day. he was beyond drained, due to a late night gaming session and the unwavering train of thoughts powering through his head.
“okay” he murmurs sleepily, leaning against you and resting his head in the crook of your neck. he feels you tense up against him and he smiles. fair play, you'd done worse to him today.
“stop it” you whisper harshly, trying to pry him away, “have you finally lost it?"
"'m trying to help you" he shrugs, but to your relief, he slips off your shoulder and slumps against the table. closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep
you take this opportunity to examine his features; his chalky pale skin and sharp cheekbones and soft white hair, falling against his face. you're hyperaware of him. of how his eyelashes brush his cheeks when he turns his head towards the window, hyperaware of his steady breathing
with the sunlight streaming through the classroom window bathing his body and casting a golden glow across your face, he looks ethereal. the soft look on his face chipped at your newfound hatred for him. you almost liked him when he was docile and asleep. almost
you forced your eyes away from his sleeping form. you stared at your history notes as the class progressed uneventfully. you tried to focus on the lecture but your brain was still running amok
you'd had such a long day. you hands fisted themselves in frustration as you replayed the last few days in your head. you couldn't believe this was your life now. all the drama, the irrational decisions. it felt like you were the tragic main character in a cliché love story
you'd kissed nagi. in front of kunigami. in front of everyone. and even worse, your love letters were out. you didn't even want to imagine rin's reaction. or isagi's. you sighed, rubbing your face tiredly.
nagi shifts, pulling you out of your spiralling thoughts. you turn your head to check if he was stirring and finally waking up and found him still sound asleep.
except his head was resting near your arms on your desk. for some reason, you couldn't stop yourself from staring at him. you were irritated now. why did he have to look good? why couldn't he look like a troll so you could hate him with ease?
oh god he smelled nice too. 'don't think about nagi' you scolded yourself mentally 'he's insufferable and he's a nuisance' you looked back down at your notes, determined to pretend he didn't exist
after what felt like hours the lesson finally came to an end and you packed your stuff quickly. you moved to stand up and leave when an hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you back down
you fell ungraciously onto your seat and shot nagi a withering glare. kunigami catches your eye as he leaves the classroom. auburn eyes heavy with underlying sadness. you felt awful. you swallowed, averting your gaze.
your gaze flies back to the boy beside you, who's now gazing down at you, a soft, sleepy smile playing at his lips. a wolf in sheep's clothing. one would think he wasn't pure evil.
"we can talk now" nagi yawns. you shake free of his hold before he's able to pull you any closer.
"what makes you think i'm still interested in anything you have to say?" you retort coolly. he cocks his head slightly at you
"stop being confusing" nagi complains, "'s such a pain"
"stop being annoying" you shoot back. he grumbles but to your satisfactions he doesn't argue. you sigh exasperatedly before continuing, "i guess we can head to the field"
he’s surprised when you loop your hand through his and tug him behind you. so much for not wanting to draw attention to yourself...nagi stumbles forward slightly, caught off guard, before following along.
his hand was warm in yours, sparks stung your palms and you dropped it like it was blazing metal. he shot you a confused look but he said nothing as you walked through the hallways and made your way outside. you hightailed it to the bleachers and sat down, wringing your hands in your lap
nagi took his sweet time sitting down. shuffling over until he was right next to you, propped up on his forearms. the sun cast the skyline muted shades of orange, pink, and blue.
"why did you cover for me?" you ask, "and don't ask me why i kissed you, because you're smart enough to put two and two together"
"'cause we're friends" he shrugged, "'s a hassle but i'm helping you"
"we haven't been friends for years" you point out, "and i said you were on the waiting list"
"i know" nagi replies, "but i still helped you" you wanted to know why he had. nagi was selfish. you knew that. but here he was proving you wrong. it unnerved you.
"i'm telling kunigami we broke up" you said simply. nagi blinked at you in surprise. he really didn't understand you. but he found that he wanted to. he had before, it shouldn't be too hard now.
"why would you do that?" he asked, raising a brow
"because we're not even dating, he deserves to know the truth" you shrugged, crossing your legs and leaning comfortably on the metal seat behind you "and you’re hooked on sora"
“‘m not” he said adamantly. although he wasn’t fooling you at all. not in the slightest. you shook with peals of laughter, the saccharine sounds wafting around the empty field
“you so are. you’ve been on and off for ages. she’ll come crawling back in a few weeks and you'll go back to her without hesitating”
"'s not funny" he frowns. his typical 'x' pout more prominent than ever, " and 's not true either, i'm done with her"
“it is funny nagi," you say, stifling your giggles, "and she's not done with you. i'm sure the college guy won't last a week" you pat his arm reassuringly, but his frown deepens. you're sure he's about to cuss you out, but the words that leave his lips nearly floor you..
“date me.”
"what??" you splutter, "are you crazy?"
"it’ll drive her insane” he pleads, “she’s always been jealous of you"
"that's even worse" you said appalled, "she'll get revenge on me for being with you. which is pointless because i don't even like you."
"i'll make it worth it" he said, and he sounds desperate now. his grey eyes drip with abundant pleas. his hands are clasped together.
"i’ll think about it" you say, locking eyes with him, he anticipated your verdict with bated breath "yeah hell no! i just told you she’ll kill me??"
“if we're being realistic ‘s not like you have a choice” he says, “with your love letter predicament,”
“you’re annoying” you frown, “has anyone ever told you that?”
"you have, dunno about anyone else 'though” he says truthfully, he probably wouldn’t have been paying attention “ just say yes, ‘s not a real relationship. it's just until everything blows over” 
you contemplate what he said for a minute. for once you had to admit he was being completely logical. you couldn’t deny it. after all, you had no other option, and you needed this more than he did.
if rin or yoichi wrote you back you'd have more on your plate and having a 'boyfriend' would make things less awkward....
"fine" you sigh reluctantly. if anyone had told you a few days ago, that your lover letters would be out and you were agreeing to a fake relationship with nagi — who you hadn't spoken to in ages — you would've called them crazy. but here you were
"solid" he grins, stretching out his hand to shake on it you stare down at his big, veiny extended hand and swat it away.
“we need a contract first” you shook your head, pulling open one of your notebooks and searching for a pen.
“ahhh you’re such a pain” he groaned, “what do we need a contract for, i'm not paying you, you're not paying me”
“boundaries” you said , “work with me, lazy”
“‘m not lazy” he huffed, but relented. he watched intently as you wrote out a title in intricate cursive.
fake dating contract ⭑ 1. no kissing
"first condition, no kissing" you recited aloud. you glance up from your notebook and see a gobsmacked expression on nagi's face. he spluttered uncharacteristically 
“what??” he was dumbfounded, “how are people supposed to think we’re dating if we don’t kiss”
“hand holding, hugs” you said, listing them out on your fingers, “insta posts etcetera”
“you’re joking right?” he asks, “‘s not a very funny joke”
“do i look like i’m joking?” you say impatiently, “the rule stands loser, why do you want to kiss me so bad??”
“whatta pain” he grumbles, pulling out his phone and loading into an fps game. the blaring music filled the silence between you. "sora was always asking me to write her notes, add that to the contract”
“that is so corny" you grimaced, but the idea of nagi writing you cute little post-it notes didn't seem all that bad
⭑ 2. nagi has to write (y/n) notes
"'s funny you say that, considering the fact you're in this mess because of your corny love letters" he chuckles
you shoot him a meaningful glare as you write down the next condition “you have to come to my volleyball games”
"you should come to my soccer games too, it’s only fair"
⭑ 3. we have to go to each other's games
"you’ve got to make me your wallpaper" you said, he glanced at his phone and shrugged. he didn’t really mind. once all this was over he could just change it back to choki
"you gotta make me yours too" he yawns, resting his cheek against his knuckles and gazing at you.
“ughh” you grimace, “c’mere let me take a picture of you then” you take a moment to appreciate the setting sun's warm glow, casting beautiful shadows on nagi's face as he gazes sleepily at you. the soft hues of the setting sun and the shadows it casts dance on his face as you take the picture
as much as you hate to admit it, it's pretty cute. you return to scribbling in your book as he settles back into his game. or at least that's what you thought. he wordlessly takes a picture of you writing the condition down in your notebook. he thinks you look pretty like this. focused and concentrated with your brow furrowed in concentration
“delete that” you say, not even looking up from your notebook. he shakes his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. as weird as this was, he didn't mind hanging out with you
"'s my new wallpaper" he shrugs, "it's candid"
you scowl lightly but you let it go. none of this was real. it didn't matter "whatever loser, we have to go on dates too”
“that's fine, just no house parties, except the sports ones” he says, "sora was always dragging me to those"
“when have i ever gone to a house party?” you laugh, "i mean casual dates, like arcades or whatever. you can pick i guess"
he'd like that, more than he was willing to admit, even if it wasn't real. his dates with sora were painfully boring. shopping, partying. nothing he enjoyed. it didn't makes sense for him to compare you to sora, after everything, but he couldn't help it. you were consuming his thoughts
"sure" he said nonchalantly, his eyes glued to the fps game on his phone.
“also no snitching” you add, “mikage already knows but i guess he’s trustworthy. we can’t tell anyone else this is fake”
"that would defeat the entire purpose” you had to agree with him on that. you gave your list a once over. you could always add more to the contract if the need arose.
⭑ 1. no kissing ⭑ 2. nagi has to write (y/n) notes ⭑ 3. we have to go to each other's games ⭑ 4. we have to go on dates ⭑ 5. no snitching
"okay sign” you said, handing him the pen and the notebook. you grabbed them back almost instantly “wait i forgot one!!” you said, “no falling in love, this is temporary”
“haven’t you already broken that one?” he mused, raising an eyebrow at you. your cheeks flushed and you shoved the notebook into his hands
“just sign the contract nagi"
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halvedmimi · 7 years
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