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kibu-me · 7 months
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a3! misc
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stardust-omelette · 1 year
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doodles from one of my fantasy AUs but part time baker muku i care him
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omirice · 2 years
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i just read omi's third flair chat from the event
so there's a charcoal stain on izumi's cheek and omi wiped it off hhshsgeswgse he said she looked cute with the stain and that he should've taken a picture
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"haha, sorry, sorry. im just kidding. but i really thought you were cute, okay?"
I CANT WITH THIS MAN HE ALWAYS DOES THIS KYDHKKSYDKY HE FLIRTS THEN SUDDENLY SAYING HE'S JOKING
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derireo · 3 years
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We Grow to Love Ourselves • Omiizu
The fear of failure sits deep within our hearts — the loneliness that joins self-doubt is cold.
Izumi and Omi try to work their way through the pitch black maze that keeps them from reaching a bright future, and they find comfort in each other when it gets tough.
TAGS: mutual pining, hurt/comfort, late night conversations, fluff, first kiss
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kketilin · 3 years
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That Day in Spring
Omi gets tasked to photograph for a brochure with Izumi as the model
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Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32741539
Pairing: Fushimi Omi x Tachibana Izumi
Prompts : Pining / Photography / Sakura (Cherry Blossoms)
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She was a flower in full bloom, 
 The most beautiful one he’d ever seen. 
 That day in spring,  
 Under the trees where cherry blossoms bloomed, 
 She stood there as if time had stopped. 
 Her smile was as bright as the sun,   
 Eyes clearer than the cloudless sky above. 
 Petals were gently falling down on her hair. 
 It was the perfect angle, a perfect photo. 
 The most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. 
 He raised his camera,  
 Capturing the breathtaking sight through his lens. 
 The click of the shutter rang in his ears— 
 -  🌸  -  
 Omi stared at the photo displayed on the screen of his camera, 
  Beautiful, was all he could think of. 
 Lustrous yet gentle eyes looking so fondly right back at him,  
 That radiant smile he found so endearing.  
 Far too lost in thoughts, he would have probably drifted off to wonderland if it wasn’t for a voice calling him back to reality 
 “...mi—”  
 “Fushimi—!” 
 Omi blinked a few times, snapping out of his daze as he tore his eyes away from his camera, looking at his co-worker who had been calling out to him repeatedly 
 “A-Ah sorry,” he rubbed the back of his head “What were you saying?” 
 “You really weren’t listening” Imagawa-senpai, his senior and the one who had recommended him to his job, sighed “I was talking about how we need a female model for the brochure, your director is a nice fit, can you ask her for us? And take the photo as well?” 
 Model for a flyer? 
 While of course he thinks Izumi is indeed a nice fit for the job... 
 Izumi modeling for others?  
 His heart clenched at the thought of sharing that smile of hers for others to see. 
 He doesn’t want to share it, 
 He doesn’t want others to see. 
 It was a selfish desire, he knows.  
 But... 
 He was in no position to refuse for her or keep such an opportunity away from her 
  She wasn’t his after all.  
 “Sure, I’ll ask her when I get back to the dorms.”  
 He managed to bite back his frown and smiled as usual 
 -  🌸  -  
 “Modelling? Sure, I can do it. It’ll be great publicity for the company as well” She happily agreed as she stirred her curry 
 “...We can take it in the courtyard tomorrow, what time are you available?” Omi asked, staring dazedly at the older woman 
 Izumi placed a finger on her chin, tapping it for a little bit (He can’t help but think how cute the gesture is) before finally answering “I have time tomorrow morning”   
“It’s a little early but does six am work for you?” 
 “Yeah, sure, that works!!”  
  Ah.  
 She smiled again. 
 How bright, 
 How— 
 “Beautiful” He whispered underneath his breath 
 He internally gasped when Izumi turned to him with a curious look, suddenly realizing he had accidentally said his thoughts out loud 
 “Hm? Did you say something?” 
 He shook his head and opened his mouth to deny yet was suddenly interrupted by several voices that entered the room 
 “We’re back!!!”  
 “Ah, welcome back you guys.” He turned to the group, greeting them warmly, thankful they had interrupted at just the right time 
 But... he can’t help but be a little upset, 
 Upset that they had interrupted his time alone with her. 
 -  🌸  -  
 “S-Should I just stand here...?” Izumi shyly asked as she stood in front of the camera, trying not to stiffen up 
 She anxiously checked her dress repeatedly; she wore a pastel pink off-shoulder dress that complimented her eyes, it had small tassels that decorated the hem and a ribbon around her waist. 
 “That’s fine!” Omi called out reassuringly, eyes zeroing at her through his lens. 
 He placed his hand on the shutter, about to capture the photo only to lower it when he noticed the sudden change in her expression, 
 She looked above her head, seemingly forgetting the that was camera fixed on her as she let out an excited squeal 
 “Cherry blossoms!” 
 It felt as if time had slowed down. 
 Delicately, she cupped her hands, catching the falling petals in her palm. 
 Omi felt his breath hitch, 
 His heart skipping a beat at her excited smile, 
 His face heating up at her softening eyes. 
 He couldn’t turn away, 
 A beautiful flower has caught his breath yet again. 
 She was like an enchanting fairy dancing in the flowers, 
 Gently playing with the petals in her palm, 
 Her smile brighter than the sun, 
 Eyes clearer than the skies, 
 Just like that day in spring. 
 She was a flower that bloomed beautifully like no other. 
 Slowly, he raised his camera, lens fixed on her once again 
 The sound of the shutter clicking rang in his ears once more. 
 -  🌸  -  
 “Oh! Fushimi! Did you get the photo?” 
 Imagawa looked at him in anticipation. 
 The actor fidgeted with his camera behind his back and faked a sigh 
 “Sorry, I couldn’t.” He gave his best disappointed look, inwardly pleased his skills as an actor was of use in this situation “Let’s just find a new model”
 “Seriously? What a shame then”  
 Imagawa walked away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he did so to call for possible models for the shoot, leaving Omi alone in the studio 
 He lifted his camera, opening to take a look at the most beautiful photo he’d ever taken, 
 He felt his breath hitch as his lips curled into a soft smile. 
 Beautiful, was all he could think of. 
 It probably was a terrible idea to lie, 
 Especially when it came to his work but... 
 Even if it’s a photo, 
 He didn’t want to share it to anyone else, 
 To show it to anyone else, 
 It was his,
 And his alone  
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viicrows · 4 years
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dancing omiizu :’)
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mangaycompany · 3 years
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Izumi is Omi’s Valentine!
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ginzei · 3 years
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wow i haven't been here in months lol ❤️ anyways to whoever is still interested in this blog, there's an omiizu fic i have under the works. it was an abandoned wip last year but a friend encouraged me to keep writing it since it was good. idk when i'll finish it, but that's something to look forward to, to anybody listening ^^
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omirice · 2 years
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in his recent backstage, omi is going on a trip together with juza and tasuku. omi asked izumi if she could go with them and she should ride on his bike but izumi had important business so omi said he'll ask her next time...
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rough tl: do you want to go with me, kantoku? if its okay, behind me that is
this wouldve been the second time since they already rode together on his sunset bayside ssr
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omi also baked muffins to make up for not bringing home souvenirs
he tried to feed izumi the muffins then said he's joking (again)
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rough tl: if you want, i can feed them directly to you. here, ahhhh.
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omirice · 2 years
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re-reading omi’s backstage stories and i genuinely feel like omi has feelings for izumi but he’s just holding back for obvious reasons. one example is when he says something flirty like “i want to feel like a lover to director” (in romantic silver world SSR), he takes it back by saying he’s joking.... i could go on with this jkskfsdfsd
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omirice · 2 years
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sooo i just finished reading omi's backstage story and i posted my summary on my twitter thread
https://twitter.com/omidiceee/status/1493448562591813632?t=5DdJsHGu_31O25vEnjtfhA&s=19
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derireo · 4 years
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lvl 100, top tier pogchamp request: mod's izuomi hcs :)))
FIRST THING that came to mind: omi is little spoon. no i will not be taking any criticisms, leave me alone!!!
ur telling me omi, being the mom of the company, is not the little spoon?? ur telling me izumi doesn't hold omi from behind and he doesn't melt in her embrace? get away from me </3 /j
omi's my main comfort character and i relate to him a lot when it comes to taking care of others. so who is taking care of him once he's done with the family??? it's izumi of course!!! izumi can u hold me too? pls.
they spend a lot of nights together in bed just talking about their day in hushed whispers, holding hands or each other's faces... it's a good way to unwind and fall asleep
and talking about SLEEP. omi is the one who always falls asleep first. it used to be izumi since she'd be constantly working and omi would scold her enough for her to begrudgingly go to bed first.
but with the presence of izumi now being a constant in omi's life, knowing that she's in bed with him, holding him tight with her hand cradling the back of his head while he presses his nose into her neck, he falls asleep like a baby. sure, his nightmares sometimes comes back and rouses the both of them from sleep, but izumi is always there to remind omi that the things being said in his dreams are simply not true.
talking about nightmares. nachi. omi can't ever seem to let him go and izumi understands that. nachi was a huge part of omi's life and the memory of him still carries on in the little things. sometimes even looking at juza is enough to throw omi into a spiral.
izumi doesn't have to, but she reminds omi that it isn't his fault. how could he have known that something like that was going to happen? he didn't have to feel guilty for taking on the dream that nachi left behind; he didn't even have to carry on his dream, but he did. is that not enough for him to know that it wasn't his fault? they were practically still kids. just reckless kids.
they visit his grave together twice a year. on his birthday and his death anniversary.
izumi arranges flowers (she learned from tsumugi) for the visit while omi makes nachi's favourite snacks to share.
ahem. onto nicer things. izumi is always looking for new hobbies to pick up, and considering omi has a lot of those, he teaches izumi as many things as she wants!
photography was probably the most fun thing to teach izumi due to all of the photos they got to take together. of course, omi was still a little camera shy, but if izumi was in the picture with him then he'd have no problem. actually; he'd be too busy staring at izumi to remember that he was supposed to be looking into the camera.
making felt dolls was out of the question because izumi is super clumsy. she's poked her fingers way too many times for omi to let her continue.
HELP AND AT THE MARKETS they'd be mistaken for a married couple. u can't tell me i'm wrong, pls, i'll cry.
and since omi is a hunk of a young man OF COURSE THE dear old ladies are going to give them extra produce and sales (when they can). izumi can't complain because if she were in their shoes she would do the exact same thing.
very cute in the kitchen when everyone else is in their rooms or not at home. they like to make a mess as long as it's not bad enough to elicit some ungodly reaction from sakyo. omi is secretly a brat (let him let out some steam!) sometimes so if izumi paints his cheek with some cake batter he will absolutely splatter izumi's face with flour as payback!
but if they're really just trying to cook then they work diligently!!! very quick!!! they taste test each other's food too which means lots of spoon feeding and teasing!! sobs.
also. omi calls izumi squishy. HE CALLS HER SQUISHY. he's all sharp lines and hard muscle so when he hugs, cuddles izumi who is all soft and smooth edges of course he's gotta call her something sweet!!! "hi, squish." he'll say sometimes if he sneaks up on her at her desk. HELP ME. GOD.
izumi doesn't rlly mind getting called squishy but tasuku called her "squidge" once and she kneed him in the side. rightfully so!!!!!!
izumi's nickname for omi is: brick. (one, bc he's got a body as hard as brick, and two, bc he's rlly oblivious sometimes) her second nickname for omi is wolfie, but only if he's in a very good mood or is in need of cuddles.
AGAIN. OMI LITTLE SPOON. SMALL CUDDLE BUDDY. and since we r on this topic. might i just add that OMI LOVES IZUMI'S THIGHS. like this isn't even nsfw it's just that omi loves her legs, help.
u know that tiktok of that girl who films herself wrapping her thighs around her boyfriend's head and he is just in absolute bliss??? THAT'S IZUOMI!!!! SO MANY IZUMI SHIPS WOULD BE THAT TIKTOK COUPLE.
izumi would be reading a book or script on the bed and omi would just crawl between her legs and lay there on his back while scrolling through the newest photos on his camera— only to fall asleep not even five minutes later. (omi can i have a turn please)
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anyways these are just some hcs i have of izuomi....mind not working rn bc i’m thinking of angst stuff and a3! anniversary... if i have more, i will churn them out another day!
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derireo · 3 years
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yo! may i request izuomi shopping together for the omi bday requests youre doing? im not entirely sure what u meant by the password but uhh 🌟 heres a star ig 😳 i hope thats ok LMAO
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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠...?
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Let’s go shopping. Izumi told Omi during breakfast.
The man had agreed, but. Shopping for what? And where? Was this a date?
It seemed like even Izumi didn’t know, and it looked like she was going to suggest that they walk around the grocery store to find needless items they’ve been wanting to try out.
Like that weird egg dicer thing.
“Let’s go to the mall.” Omi suggested before she could say anything. He had a feeling she was going to lead them to the market and the Autumn Troupe member wasn’t really sure if he wanted to spend his free time with Izumi there.
“Oh. Good idea.” Her smile was slightly relieved that Omi stopped her from voicing her own idea, and she bumped her shoulder into his arm. “Is there anything in mind you want to look for?”
She looked up at him then, with her bright brown eyes shining in the sun, and it made Omi smile down at her with an expression akin to affection. He lifted his arm up to pull her into his side and tilted his head, reaching around behind him to make Izumi wrap her own arm around his waist.
“I don’t know. I kind of want to go shopping for you.” He pondered softly, chuckling when he felt Izumi’s hand twitch beneath his fingers when her palm curled around his side.
“But it’s your birthday.” The director said, unsure. Wouldn’t it be selfish of Izumi if they went shopping for her and not him?
“Mhm.” Omi nodded. “And?”
“Shouldn’t we be shopping for you?” She frowned.
“Why?” Omi tested her, biting back a smile.
Izumi rolled her eyes and gently pinched at his side to make the man flinch, but Omi only grinned and pinched her cheek in retaliation. “Omi.”
“We don’t need to go shopping for my birthday. I think just being with you is enough.”
“Oh, you are so difficult.” Izumi complained and looked away from Omi with a glare. To say something so romantic cheesy like that was embarrassing for Izumi to hear. And it wasn’t like they were dating either, so what’s with Omi being so sappy?
“Let me buy you some new film for your favourite polaroid camera at least?” Izumi quietly begged, much to Omi’s amusement.
“Fine.”
Sigh. And when Izumi meant some, she meant five packs of new film. She bought them all while Omi was perusing an aisle away from her, and when he saw all of the packages in the bag, he almost clicked his tongue at her.
“Izumi.” He warned.
“Omi.” She mocked.
“You literally spent $100.”
“Happy birthday.” She sang to avoid Omi’s scolding and blew him a playful kiss. He ruffled her hair to get his revenge.
“Thank you.” He sang back and laughed when she pretended to kick him, watching as she helplessly tried to smooth out her hair. “Let’s go shopping for clothes next?” He offered and carefully brushed his fingers through her hair to get rid of the tangles he made.
Oho. Izumi thought. Yes. :3c
Omi should have known this would be a losing battle for him, as Izumi had dragged him into multiple men’s clothing shops and made him try on different buttons ups. There were some that fit him like a glove (which, *chef’s kiss*) and then those that were flowed and needed to be tucked into his pants.
Now, those ones. Phew. Izumi bought those with no hesitation.
Exposed chest Omi? Who in their right mind does not want that?
She bought a pair of well fitting shirts too because she secretly knew that Omi would roll those sleeves up to his elbows and that was also a nice look. Izumi knows when to appreciate her actors of course.
Omi’s plan to shop for Izumi had backfired, but if his director was happy, he didn’t really mind being spoiled for now.
If it was the director, he’d let himself be spoiled.
Izumi was just going to have to prepare herself for her own birthday.
Omi wasn’t going to hold back.
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derireo · 3 years
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me, having finally read omi's birthday story: ....they......were on a d....date...... [faints]
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derireo · 4 years
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Let’s Talk Feelings (OMI)
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A series where Izumi gets confessed to five times.
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Omi ↦ I Was Gentle!
It was that damn smile of hers that was so hard to resist.
Omi will think about the repercussions later.
warnings: pining. kissing.
「 read here on ao3 」   「 1.2k words 」         TK. IT. TSM. SK.
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It was through a kiss.
Izumi had just laughed so sweetly at one of the things he said in passing while they were cooking together in the kitchen, and the sight made his breath catch in his throat.
Her eyes were closed, brows furrowed, but the smile on her face rivalled the sun as she laughed. She laughed so hard to the point of crystalline tears forming in her eyes, soft hands gripping onto Omi's arm for support as her knees felt weak.
"Oh my god, it hurts." She wheezed under her breath, forehead touching his shoulder while he supported her with his other hand on her hip.
Their simmering stew lay forgotten on the stove, but Omi couldn't bring himself to care when he had an adorable, giggling Izumi in his arms.
"It wasn't that funny." He acquiesced, but accepted that maybe Izumi found it terribly so.
Omi sighed at the giggles that continued to wrack her body and pulled away far enough to wipe at the tears that pooled in her eyes.
He was endeared, heart squeezing tightly when Izumi looked at him through damp lashes.
"Then why am I laughing this hard?" She argued, her smile as warm as the sun when you bask under it on a cool summer day. Her fist came up to lightly knock on Omi's chest to which he caught her wrist after the action, grinning with her.
"I think your humor has gone down the drain." He confessed, rubbing his thumb along the inside of her wrist.
Izumi's mouth fell slack.
"I didn't know you were such a bully." She quipped, twisting her wrist in Omi's grasp to make him let go.
The smile returned to her face when Omi pinned her against the counter with her wrist still caught in his hand and she giggled, pushing at his chest to make him get away.
This rough housing didn't match the way Omi fought with his brothers, but it felt so different playing around with Izumi.
It made him feel indescribably hot for some reason unknown and it made Omi want to bury his face in her neck and feel the thrum of her pulse beneath his lips.
Her gleeful laugh and writhing against him snapped him out of his inappropriate headspace, but the sound sent a wave of excitement to flood his heart.
He liked her, that much is true, but why was it hitting him so hard today?
"You're just so cute. How could I not?" He argued back and pinched Izumi's cheek with his thumb and index, cooing playfully when she whined.
His feelings were growing a little more unbearable, and he couldn't help but think about how much he liked having her like this. About how much he liked her.
Her smile... he couldn't stop staring at her smile.
Omi's grin faded away, the sharp glint to his eyes disappearing as it got replaced by something more softer and private.
His hands were delicate in their ministrations when he tucked Izumi's hair behind her ear, letting his hand curl around her jaw after to tip her head back.
The action wasn't lost on Izumi, the air between them switching into something a little thicker as Omi brushed his thumb under her cheek.
He took a breath, unable to pry his eyes away from Izumi's face. Her gaze was full of wonder, curiosity, and bashfulness, rosy lips parted in a silent question as she let Omi's warmth envelope her cheek with his palm.
Pretty... she was so pretty...
Their difference in height caused Omi to loom over her, and for some reason, their position felt just that intimate... a scene that should be found behind closed doors instead of the kitchen of all places.
"Say no." Omi whispered, pressing his thumb into her cheek while moving her head back more to set her at an angle.
To set her mouth at an angle.
"Wh-What?" Izumi couldn't focus anymore, her body under his control. It felt like she was melting, having him pressed against her like this, hands cradling her.. she didn't know what was happening.
Omi was at the end of his rope, expression pained as he held himself back 'til the very end. He needed her to force him away.
"Tell me to stop." He pleaded, breath shaking once their noses touched... there was no fight being put up, but Omi needed to stop. He needed Izumi to make him realise that what was happening was inappropriate, but she wasn't doing anything.
She was staring at him with blinking lashes and trembling lips... Omi found that it was getting so much harder to resist.
"Just be gentle.."
And... Omi really did try to be. When his lips found hers and she delivered the most sweetest of gasps to his mouth, Omi's self-restraint had broken free. His hands roamed her body until his arms found their way home around her waist, lips ravenous as he kissed Izumi with passionate fervour and affection. She tasted like the tea she drank with Citron earlier and a hint of the macarons she had shared with Juza not too long ago.
She was sweet and bitter... and Omi couldn't get enough of it.
"Mmh~... the stew!" Izumi gasped, pushing at Omi's chest with a force that surprised them both.
To placate the frazzled Izumi, Omi listened to her unspoken command and turned off the electric stove, sliding the deep pot towards one of the other empty spaces.
And after that was done, Omi pulled Izumi back in, much to the woman's complaints.
"I'm– Omi, the– the table!" He barely gave her enough time to speak, lips landing on hers for each word she tried to utter. There was laughter to his smile as he kissed her again, softer this time, and Izumi weakly pounded her fist against his chest in defiance. "I have to set up the table."
She wrenched herself away from him with a flustered gasp, pretty eyes sparkling under the kitchen light. Omi didn't complain at the loss of her body not filling up the space between his arms anymore, too busy staring at her lips that swollen from his mouth.
"We're gonna have a talk after dinner." She grouched, giving Omi a good punch to the shoulder.
"Ooh. No need for violence." The man laughed, not at all deterred by the hit. Izumi clicked her tongue in response and shuffled away to collect the dishes needed for tonight's dinner.
"I hope you know I'm not planning on making this a one time thing."
"Which is why we'll be having a talk later."
"Who's having a talk later?" Banri asked, towel in hand as he dried his hair.
"None of your business." Izumi snapped, putting down a plate at the table while Omi ignorantly shrugged his shoulders.
Banri raised his hands up in defense while taking the spot beside Omi that Izumi left, peeking into the pot to see the stew still coming down from a simmer. The teen took a quick glance at Izumi who was huffing to herself, and then nudged his elbow into Omi's side with a crooked grin.
"Sounds like yer in trouble with our princess, bud." He teased to which Omi could only laugh and shake his head.
"Well. I'll do my best to get the happy ending."
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