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Caleb reacting to reader being injured/severely injured?<3
HCs: You're Injured (ft. main trio + Caleb)
Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, Caleb x reader (seperate)
Tags: hurt/comfort, reader is injured but won't die
A/N: Thanks for your request! First time writing for Caleb, yay. Sorry if it isn't good enough, I'm not feeling so good since morning.
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Caleb
"Hold on, pip-squeak, I'm right here."
Your exhausted body, covered in wounds from the battle with Wanderer, was ready to collapse to the ground if Caleb hadn't caught you in time.
He knew how dangerous your job was, but that didn't make him any less worried.
You protected him but got hurt in the process.
He's frustrated and angry because there's no way he could've protected you in that situation.
And Caleb just hates this feeling, but trying to stay calm for your sake. His emotions could only make everything worse.
"Sometimes even big girls need someone else's help. Right? And I'm here for you."
Concern was written all over his face, he couldn't hide it even if he really tried. The last thing he wanted was to see you hurt, especially like this.
He was supposed to be your main protector back then. But now things have changed.
You had really grown a lot, not just physically, but mentally too.
It was just hard to accept you're no longer a little girl.
Yes, you are strong and mature. But Caleb kept holding you like you were the most fragile being in the world.
He will give you first aid as quickly as he can, while calling an ambulance. Caleb is not the kind of person who would risk your life trying to handle this situation on his own.
Definitely going to the hospital with you while holding your hand and talking to you. He'll be around as long as it takes.
Probably will fall asleep on the chair near your hospital bed.
No doubt he'll continue to look after you like he did when you both were younger.
Rafayel
"No, no, no. Don't even think about leaving me like this!"
Maybe sometimes Rafayel was overly dramatic, but he's actually afraid of losing you again.
When he saw that you were injured after not-so-pleasant encounter with Wanderers, his facade of self-confidence instantly cracked.
Rafayel started panicking and it was clear from the look on his face as he crouched beside you, seeing how you trying to cover the wound by your bloody hands.
Not again. No.
All these years he had to watch you die over and over again, losing all memories of him.
Rafayel instantly began to examine your wounds, holding you close. He didn't care if his perfectly white shirt will be covered in blood as well.
He needed to be sure you won't die this time.
And his playful attitude is gone completely.
"Don't you dare to die on me, you hear? I won't forgive you. Ever. Promise me. Promise me you won't die."
He tried to remain calm and ignore the suffocating feeling of anxiety that has been slowly rising in his chest. But he couldn't.
Will do everything to stop the bleeding while help is on it's way. You can feel his hands trembling.
He'd better die for you himself, not vice versa.
I swear, this man is gonna get the whole hospital on alert. Nurses and doctors can be mad at him as much as they want. It doesn't matter to him.
Rafayel won't rest and eat properly until you get better. He just physically can't.
"Don't scare me like this ever again, please."
Xavier
"I failed you."
You accidentaly got injured during your mission. And poor Xavier decided it was totally his fault.
You both found yourself surrounded by enemies and before he could even react, one of them attacked you, leaving a deep wound on your side.
Needless to say, in the next couple of seconds all Wanderers were completely destroyed, and Xavier was fully focused on you.
This isn't the first time you've been injured during a mission. But each time Xavier is as worried as always.
Especially when your injuries are so severe.
Will administer first aid on the spot, even the bare minimum, before carrying you to safety.
With Wanderers around, it's not going to be easy to get you out of this dangerous zone. So Xavier needs to stabilize you a little at first.
"I won't let you get hurt again. I promise."
He is already experienced in these situations, so he's able to keep his emotions under control. But that doesn't mean that deep inside he isn't worried sick about you.
Will be looking for anything to treat your wound and avoid infection.
Guilt will slowly eat him up from the inside no matter what. He had to protect you, but he failed to do so.
Even if you assure him it's just an accident, Xavier just shakes his head in response.
As soon as you can get out, he'll take you to the hospital. It is unlikely that his skills will be enough to make your wound heal properly.
Better safe than sorry.
He still has a lot of work to do, but he'll come to you whenever he has a spare minute.
Will probably act like a guilty puppy for a long time.
Zayne
"You're constantly putting yourself in danger."
Zayne has a hard time showing his feelings openly, especially when it comes to you, so it's no surprise that his display of concern felt like he was scolding you.
But in reality he's really, really worried about you every time.
He knew right away that you were in the hospital after another accident.
And as soon as Zayne had some time off between surgeries, he came to you.
Looking at you in the hospital bed, he felt his heart ache.
While he was desperately searching for a cure for your heart, you kept getting hurt again and again.
Even when you smiled, like if trying to reassure him everything's fine, Zayne only sighed and shook his head. You have no idea how hard it was to see you hurt and vulnerable like this.
He's already been informed of the severity of your wounds and how much blood you've lost.
And he could've lost you.
But Zayne can't let his emotions take over. There are still a few more difficult surgeries ahead where he cannot afford to make a mistake.
And if he starts panicking right in front of you, it's not going to speed up the healing process.
"I'd be happy if you took a more responsible approach to your health. Then I wouldn't have to be so worried."
He moved his chair closer to your bed and sat in silence for a while, squeezing your hand.
Zayne will stay around as long as his job lets him.
Don't be surprised to find candies or plushies you wanted on your nightstand.
You can ask him about these little gifts.
And watch carefully as a faint smile appears on his lips.
"Usually only children get so excited about toys. So it turns out you're not that far from being a child?"
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Xavier being just a sleepy lil traveler
Cr: 吱直枳智, @chimmyming on twitter
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If the boys™ met each other:
Xavier: Oh, hello. Nice to meet you. You must be MC's doctor. And you must be the guy she's working for as a bodyguard.
Zayne: I am. Nice to meet you as well. I'm guessing you're her coworker?
Xavier: Yes. And you must be Caleb? She has talked about you a couple of times.
Caleb: Hi, yeah. Good to see you again, Zayne.
Zayne: It's good to see you too.
Rafayel: WHO THE FUCK ARE ALL OF YOU. MC WHY ARE THERE SO MANY MEN IN YOUR LIFE? I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE?????
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Falls First, Falls Harder ✧ All Dorms
Notes: This took so long to finish, goodness... it's pretty long too, but it's really cute IMO.
Also, I would be remiss if I didn't say this--thank you guys so so so much for 500 followers! My heart is melted from all the positive feedback I've received on my posts! You guys are just so sweet; I adore each and every one of you!
I hope this post counts for a good celebration--I included all our beloved NRC boys, that way I could make sure to show a little love to each of your favorites, y'know? Plus this prompt is super self indulgent and cute, I hope you like it.
Much love to all of you, and enjoy! ♡
(Guys, psst! I made a part two! Here it is! It's the opposite scenarios of the ones I've written here--I couldn't help myself. Enjoy! ♡)
Ace:
Falls First: Ace ✧ Falls Harder: You
Ace really has no choice but to fall first--and he's obvious about it too. Did you really think all that flirting was just his personality? Sure, he can be a little flirtatious now and then, but he lays it on real thick for you.
Besides--with the way he insults Deuce and Grim, you have to know that you've gotten special treatment from the start. Heck, the whole reason he started taunting you on the first day of school was because he thought you were cute!
You've just made him fall more and more every day since. Your courage, your determination, your logic in times of fear--in his eyes, you were a warrior. He'd follow you anywhere.
It's only a little while later that you fall harder.
You start to notice this feeling during Riddle's overblot--the way Ace jumps in front of you to protect you, and the way his first instinct after the battle is to make sure you got out safe. The moment was so intense that it wouldn't surprise you if you were entirely forgotten about, but Ace never left your side, even when the battle got rough.
Then you notice how he's the first to defend you in any situation--not just physical fights, but verbal spats as well. If anyone gives you lip you're certain Ace is gonna mouth off right back, and he's practically an expert at making even the most confident people feel ashamed of themselves.
Aside from all of that, he's always there for you, emotionally and otherwise. He notices when you're upset or stressed or furious and he knows just what to do to help you feel better. He doesn't give up on you until he knows you're okay, and you've come to find he's the most reliable person you have.
It was when he told you he'd make sure to find you a way home that you finally gave in--you fell the hardest. Even though he didn't hide the fact that he wanted you to stay--that he wanted to keep you in Twisted Wonderland for as long as possible--he knew you had a life in your other world that you missed. Before his desire to keep you came your happiness, and so even if that meant losing you, you still had his services.
...of course, the situation would never come to that. If you managed to get to Twisted Wonderland once you'd be able to do it again, and there's no way you could completely forget about this world now. Sure, your old home has a place in your heart, but so do your friends here at NRC, and most importantly, so does Ace.
You two have each other's backs, and as far as you're both concerned, that relentless love was there to stay.
Deuce:
Falls First: Deuce ✧ Falls Harder: You
Oh, you know Deuce went through the whole 'I've fallen in love with my best friend!' arc in the most panicked way possible.
He realizes his feelings fast. Remember that chicken conversation? Where you told him even honors kids defended themselves? Where you supported him, even after learning his dark little secret? He's pretty sure that's when he fell... and it's his next conversation with his mom that causes it to dawn on him.
He was only trying to tell her about you--describing the way you've supported him, what you meant to him, and how smart and kind and bold and beautiful you were...
He spends every moment after trying to keep his feelings under wraps, but he just can't.
He looks out for you--he's tries to avoid picking fights, but he can't help it when it's you who's getting picked on.
He confides in you--it's just too easy for him to place his heart in your hands, and no matter what he tells you he knows you'll guard it with your heart.
You were just... perfect.
But oh, when you realize your feelings for Deuce?
His presence becomes a constant in your life before you know it--walking you safely back to Ramshackle every evening, studying for tests together, sharing food in the cafeteria--whether it's a month or a week or even a day, long times without seeing him just become too long.
He's so determined and so full of love. He's fiercely loyal to his friends, he has such a pure love for his mom, and he's always standing up for those in trouble. It doesn't matter if he knows them or not--if someone's getting picked on, he rushes in to save them.
And goodness, his smile? It's a constant in your life. Seeing the way he lights up when you enter the room melts your heart every time.
Of course, the list of reasons to fall in love with him is endless--what matters is that you realize it. It hits you when he left for Winter break, and it strikes again when he comes back, early, having left his time with his family to come check up on your safety. Even then, he never complained--he showed no regret in coming back, even when he knew you were safe.
The love you two share is something reliable, trustworthy and enduring--there's no doubt by you or anyone else that it will forever stand the test of time.
Riddle:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Riddle
It wasn't out of love that Riddle fussed over you, but that was probably the first thing that caused your heart to skip a beat.
Well, that was part of the reason anyways. The part of him that really caught your attention was his growth; after his overblot, he was truly a changed person. He was more understanding, more patient, more playful, and best of all--more open with his feelings.
He learned to open up and experience a world outside of the abusive shell he was raised in. He found joy in friendships with his dorm mates that once held nothing but fear and contempt for him. He learned to take criticism without entirely brushing it aside and claiming he was in the right, but he didn't lose his old self entirely either. He kept the charm.
He kept his diligence. He remained as hardworking as ever, and his academic prowess proved it. He was still a great leader, running a tight ship and bringing the best out of his dorm. He was just... incredible.
You found yourself treasuring every moment with him in your heart, and all those sweet memories shared between the two of you built up into what you could confidently say was love. A part of you knew you'd fallen too quickly for him though, and so while you enjoyed every interaction with him you held your feelings close to your heart and kept them there.
That is... until Riddle had fallen as well.
The first signs were through his actions. He had a tendency to fuss over you before, but now it was like you had your own personal spotlight--and not necessarily in a nagging way. Sure, he'd smooth out the tie of your uniform now and again, but what really caught everyone's attention was the way he'd fume if you visited Heartslabyul without being served tea, or the way he'd insist on walking you to dorms and classes incase someone tried to mess with you. He was just... doting, and protective, and all those other sweet things that caught his dormmates by surprise.
The next signs came after he realized his feelings--it just dawned on him one day, with the help of Trey and Cater spelling it out for him. After that, he could hardly look you in the eye and his face was always--always--red.
Still, the doting habits never left, so while he would blush and stutter he still always walked you to class, looked out for you and made you feel as welcome as possible whenever you'd drop by.
Once you two got together, it only got sweeter from there. Riddle and you have a supportive kind of love--you bring out the best in each other and encourage each other. You share dreams and aspirations and believe in each other's worth, and are always there to remind the other if they ever forget.
More concrete than any rule or law is the foundation of love the two of you share together--with Riddle, it was perfect.
Cater:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Cater
When you first met Cater, you got butterflies.
He was just so... charming. Charismatic. Brilliant. Even in a world you barely knew with disaster around every corner, you could have a single conversation with him and feel safe.
Of course, most of it's a ruse. Cater is not as chill as he seems--he hides his opinions and keeps his cards close to his chest, though with the way he acts you'd never know unless you bother to observe him.
Still... even if it's an act, you find it admirable. He's kind and funny and sensitive to the feelings of those around him, and so in your opinion it doesn't matter how 'fake' he probably thought it all is; he's a good guy, a guy with a good heart and great skill and an insane amount of charm. He would invite you to hang out with him, pull you closer for spontaneous selfies and always hype you up when you were at your lowest.
You wanted to get to know him more, so you did. You showed him the hidden parts of yourself in hopes that he would do the same, but even if he didn't, you still saw through the mask once in a while.
You loved every new thing you learned about him and, well, you loved him in general. He was your person, you were certain of it.
Initially Cater wasn't uneasy about your vulnerability, but he did feel guilty over it.
It was natural for people to open up to him--it was a side effect of his personality, he supposes. Being so extroverted and cheerful all the time caused him to accidentally lead people on, and make them think he was more fond of them than he genuinely felt.
Of course, he wished he could be that guy! He tries, but he just can't bring himself to feel the same way. He had people around every corner claiming him as their true love, their best friend, their partner in crime--and yet amongst dozens of supposed 'best friends', there wasn't a single one who seemed to care about the real him.
Well... except you.
You stuck around longer. You asked questions no one else bothered to. You complimented the parts of his personality that even he forgot about, the parts that weren't all about his charisma and enthusiasm--and despite how much he tried to keep up his usual self around you, he felt it start to crumble.
You were a really sweet person--that was his first thought, and at first he wished it would remain that way. You were just sweet--that was all there was too it.
But then you became a friend. You became a person who could read when he wasn't feeling like his usual self. You became someone who could catch onto even the littlest hints he dropped, like the way Trey found out he doesn't like sweets. You became that person who--when he was uncomfortable, when he felt awful for leading people on, when he didn't have the energy to be so jovial--you would always slyly make excuses for him and help him escape those awful things.
Then you became his person.
You fell first, but Cater fell harder. Whoever said you can't love someone until you love yourself is wrong, because Cater was head-over-heels for you even before you helped him learn to love himself.
His behavior isn't so different--he still takes photos with you, drags you everywhere, and hypes you up any minute of the day. This time though, it's not an act--it's pure, smitten love.
Trey:
Falls First: Trey ✧ Falls Harder: You
At first, Trey admires your friendship.
He sees it every day: the way you care for Ace and Deuce, the way you care for Grim, the way you always seem to go the extra mile for them even when it seems unnecessary. He finds your crew to be incredibly lucky, because it doesn't take a genius to tell that you're full of love and loyalty for those lucky few you consider friends.
At first, Trey wants that friendship for himself.
He starts by inviting you to bake with him. He invites you to Unbirthday parties as well. He'll walk you through Heartslabyul traditions and rules, which not only pose as a way to bond with you but also get you in good graces with Riddle--which ultimately leads to you being invited to the Heartslabyul dorm even more.
You befriend him quickly, and Trey loves that you consider him a close friend... but there's still something missing, because when he's with you he still wants more. It takes him a while to identify it, but when he does, it all makes sense.
He fancies you.
No, that's not right--it's grown beyond a crush at this point. He's in love.
You don't fall for Trey because of the way he suddenly dotes on you more and more; it's more like you fell for him because he revealed himself more and more to you.
At first, it's easy to dismiss Trey as a cliche older brother type--too mellow and too well-behaved to catch your eye, which regrettably was your impression for quite a bit there.
After all, compared to the other chaotic students in Heartslabyul, Trey seemed to be the only one who wasn't entirely off his rocker. It made him stick out, but not in an interesting or exciting way.
Then you realized that, no, Trey wasn't just mellow and passive, nor was his head as attached to his body as it seems; he was playful and chaotic in his own way, but he was so smart about it that he could get away with almost anything.
...and when he was fond of you? He'd pretty much help you get away with anything too.
You caused quite a lot of chaos together under Riddle's nose. Trey would use his unique magic to pull subtle pranks, kidnap you from your dorm to bake the sweetest snacks, and teach you how to break rules without getting collared.
He'd make sarcastic or cynical jokes under his breath just for you to hear, propose rebellious ideas to you out of earshot, and teach you how to get revenge on those who mess with you in the sneakiest, funniest way. And, on top of that, he still has his responsible charm--he does well in school, is beloved by teachers and students alike and can solve any problem he's presented with. It's fascinating.
You'd never have predicted it, but you fell for Trey hard. Love with him is safe and trusting, but at the same time, it never loses its spark.
Leona:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Leona
You have no idea why you fell for him. He's arrogant and lazy and crass and... and...
And amazing, at literally everything he puts his mind to.
Your love starts out as admiration. You love his brain, his talent, his magical abilities, his athleticism, his wit, his charm, his audacity. He's confident in himself and he has every skill necessary to back it up. If he actually gave ambition a go, the world wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Eventually, you start to see the reality. He's lazy, insensitive and plays the role of the bitter prince. He acts like he doesn't care and then gets picky over the dumbest things. Your admiration turns into understanding, but the love hadn't developed yet.
You truly fell when he let you in.
Maybe it was the whole overblot thing, or maybe he started to respect you after that whole schtick with Azul, but Leona no longer acted like your presence was a bother--rather than kicking you out of his room, he'd greet you lazily and roll over on his bed, implicitly inviting you to join him for a nap. Whenever he did show up for lunch, he always sat next to you, not saying a word about it and only opening up when you initiated conversation. When he caught you in Savanaclaw--it happens quite a lot nowadays--he'd growl at those other students who harass you and welcome you to 'hang out wherever you want, as long as you don't cause a fuss'.
Romantic, right? Your heart seemed to think so. Leona's actions always spoke louder than his words.
Eventually, you were willing to admit you fell for him. While you didn't flirt outright--you weren't quite ready for him to tease you over your feelings--you started to show you cared for him in more platonic ways.
That was the catalyst to Leona falling for you.
What really won him over was the fact that you saw him. You recognized him as someone worthy of praise, and you saw value in all the qualities that people back at home would criticize.
You cherished his magic, telling him that not only was it powerful but that it had saved you at one point, during that whole thing with Azul. It was a wonderful unique magic, and he should treasure it.
You praised his intellect, his athleticism, his magic, his talents--you even told him you were impressed with how quickly he could fall asleep. His skills often went unrecognized, but you saw them all.
And... let's face it, you were amazing in general. He would have been impressed if you handled all those overblots with magic, but you've made it out of every one of those disasters magicless and still kickin’. Even though you were magicless in a school full of mages, you walked around with your head held high, like you could conquer them all; honestly, you probably could.
Sans Leona of course. He wouldn't be outdone by such a magicless little herbivore.
...but he did genuinely admire and respect you. That only made him love you more--you were his equal, his motivation, someone who gave him reason to try and someone who worked hard right along with him.
You were inspiring, and motivating, and... gosh, he loved you.
He doesn't verbalize it well, but he shows it--the love you two share is the kind of love that you can feel down to your bones, a love no lack of self esteem or anxiety could ever make you question. You could trust in Leona's love like you trusted the sun to shine in the sky each day; it was constant, powerful and simply wonderful.
Ruggie:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Ruggie
You have to fall for Ruggie first. It's the law.
See, Ruggie lets you know who he is right away. He treats himself like a walking resume, and thus every action, every word, every moment is used to show off who he is, what he can do, and how good he is at doing it.
His talents and work ethic aside, he's open about his personality and past too. He talks about the more vulnerable aspects of his life like he's talking about the latest episode of a TV show, and he's even honest about his more sneaky and underhanded nature--what are ya gonna do about it, stop him? He's too capable to be worried about that.
But you know, Ruggie tells you lots of things. He tells you about how he looks after the neighborhood kids back at home, about the struggles he's had to overcome growing up, about how and why he learned all the skills he did--sometimes they're funny stories, and sometimes they're so sad they make you wonder how someone like him can grin so brightly all the time.
You fall for him fast--even when he's pretty verbal about not being interested in anything besides spelldrive, food, and making money. You can't really help it.
...and when he starts to consider you a friend, telling you that you need to be a little more selfish and underhanded for your own sake, you fall more. Being one of those people Ruggie will put his selfishness aside for is a big deal, and it means a lot to you that he'd care for you in such a way.
Ruggie is slower to fall in love, but when it hits him, it hits like a brick.
At first, he thought you were naive--maybe a good person to steal food from, but no one worth bonding with. He'd let you follow him around since you seemed pretty fascinated by him, but he wasn't going to engage too much. You were a little freshman in a world you didn't know--you probably thought he'd help you out or something, but he wasn't going to be doing any favors for free.
You... never really asked him to help you out, though. Sure, you'd talk about your problems to him, but you were mostly making conversation. Your life at NRC was pretty exciting--well, if you consider constant fights, life-or-death situations and drama with nearly every big personality in the school 'exciting'. He didn't know how you could handle it all.
He respected you with the way you took all those challenges head-on. With you being around him so often, he saw the skills you brought with you from your own world and thought they were fantastic--what was even more interesting was how you used your own skillset to take on these situations. You weren't the most underhanded person (at least, compared to him) but you were competent.
He probably fell for you, though, because you weren't just around him for favors or entertainment. In fact, he's received more favors from you than he’s ever considered returning; you wouldn't accept any help he offered (whether it came with a price or not), but you were bossy and insistent when it came to being kind to him.
Take this moment for example--you had come to hang out in the stands during his spelldrive practice, and Ruggie stopped to say hi. You had snacks and Ruggie was hungry, so when he jokingly offered to 'owe you one' in exchange for something to eat you just... handed the food to him?? Like, with nothing in return? You just went, "You’re hungry, so take it. Why wouldn't I just give it to you?"
You were a strange one. A strange, wonderful one that Ruggie found himself treasuring more and more.
Eventually, it wasn't you following him around anymore--it was him that was dragging you into shenanigans, even popping by to spoil you himself. He's been pretty decided about his future since he was little--just himself with some grand job, but now he just couldn't picture it without you, however that would turn out.
Your love, contrary to his nature, is selfless. You look out for each other, spoil each other and don't seem complete without the other nearby; it was a love you didn't expect to find, but one that was always meant to be.
Jack:
Falls First: Jack ✧ Falls Harder: You
Just ask Ace and Deuce--watching a tsundere pine is like watching a house cat try to open a locked door. It's endearing to a degree, but also very hard to watch.
Jack has been pining for a while. No one can really tell for sure when it started--early on during the anemone fiasco perhaps, or maybe even earlier during the Spelldrive incidents.
After all, you didn't go about trying to cheat on your exams--even though you probably had more of an excuse than anyone, not being an actual mage and all. You didn't try to hide or fake any aspects about you--you were just genuine and kind and loyal and oh great seven he was in love.
You suppose you fell for Jack for a similar reason; he was principled and hardworking, talented and genuine, considerate and gosh--just the cutest guy ever, right??
I mean, he doesn't really consider himself the 'cute' type, but he's totally cute. Totally.
You did a lot of bonding during the whole Azul thing--by then Jack knew he was in love with you. You were a little slower, but let's be real--you didn't take too long to fall either. Going through a life-or-death situation like that got you two pretty familiar with each other pretty quickly.
Jack was just a big softie--and he was softest for you, just ask anyone. He’s protective and concerned for you, and no one can threaten you at this point without him glaring daggers over your shoulder. 'Scary dog privilege' isn’t just a joke with him--as soft as he is for you, he’s not above ripping someone's throat out.
For all his track meets, any game of spelldrive he'd play, pretty much any activity he partook in, you were in the stands cheering him on. You'd run up to him immediately afterwards and tell him how well he did, and his tail would wag every time.
You were painfully obvious about how much you loved each other, even before you were together. Ace and Deuce complained constantly because you were the type of people to make goo-goo eyes at lunch, totally unaware of how sappy you looked. Once you did get together, it wasn't just goo-goo eyes--you always ate lunch with Jack, he always tried to walk you to class, and Jack had an unofficial room in the Ramshackle dorm, which he frequented almost as much as you frequented Savanaclaw.
Jack lent you his shirts and hoodies, studied with you for every exam, and texted you goodnight before he went to bed each night; those texts were always sent almost exactly at 9:59pm, just before he goes to bed. He’s so rigid with his schedule—it’s endearing.
It’s the love you’ve always dreamed of having--the kind of love that makes single people cringe, but you know what, who cares? Wolves tend to mate for life, and it was obvious Jack had chosen you.
Azul:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Azul
It was a close call as to who fell first--just like with the contract thing though, you bested Azul by a narrow margin.
He was just so charming.
Sure, he had this suave businessman thing going on--and to be frank, you loved that part of him. You admired his charisma, his hard work, his sharp mind, his schemes. Your favorite part probably had to be his awkwardness though--that was the most charming thing about him.
It was a rare treat to see Azul truly awkward--he almost always had the self-control to present himself composed and competent, but on the rarest occasions he'd slip up and be a frazzled mess until he could flee to his office. Luckily, Jade and Floyd were more than happy to help you reduce Azul to such a state, and every time it happened it made your heart grow fonder.
After his overblot, you knew for certain you had fallen for him. Prior to, he'd been a huge source of anxiety; now that it was over, the way he turned his business around was just so... amazing. He still made deals and used his magic to his advantage, but he was more upfront about it, and the manipulation no longer became a concern.
Learning about why he did what he did made your heart bleed too. You cared for him deeply, and of course, you weren't shy about expressing it--after all, it let you see his cute flustered face even more.
Azul wasn't used to feeling so treasured by someone before.
Even Floyd and Jade were wild cards--they were loyal and good friends (despite acting like they'd ever drop him if they got bored), but you... you were certain about caring about him. You made it no secret that you thought he was smart and talented and charming and valuable and so many other wonderful compliments. At first, it almost felt like you were trying to get some sort of revenge on him, making him addicted to your presence or something.
The worst part? It was working.
Eventually, he gave in to what he wanted and started inviting you around more. He made Jade and Floyd notify him when you came to the Mostro Lounge, and when you did he always emerged from his office to serve you personally. He gave you free drinks and meals (which was not the Octavinelle way, but... don't think about it too much), let you hide out in his office with him, and offered his services whenever you struggled with school.
Jade and Floyd loved how hard Azul fell for you--there wasn't anything more entertaining in the world, because while you were always upfront about how you felt, Azul would dare try to play the denial game. Yes he was fond of you, but the L-word? Already? What... What are you talking about? Of course he wasn't... well....
And yet, his feelings always bled through anyways. He was clingy, but not in an unwelcome way--he just loved having you around and always let you know his door was open. He'd spoil you constantly, like he was trying to both show off his resources and express his lov--his fondness for you.
Eventually the awkward octo learns how to actually say the 'L-word' and when he does--boy, do you hear it often. Yes you fell first and you fell hard, but this once--just this once--Azul has you beat.
You're his heart's favorite. That's all there is to it. You're precious and lovely and great seven does he want a future with you...
...and despite you saying you weren't gonna make a deal with him again, that was one you could agree to.
Jade:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Jade
Jade is... interesting.
You're not the type to fall in love over a little intrigue of course, but it does help. From the moment you met him Jade caught your eye, and he obviously knew he did--for his own amusement, he let you follow him around. He even invited you to, in some cases.
Of course, there was the whole... Azul thing. That was a small rift in your developing affections, but even then, you got to know Jade better. You loved seeing him in the Coral Sea, seeing where he grew up, understanding the life he knew up until going to NRC. That picture Azul had you going after was really adorable too--the little Octo-trio kids were as cute as buttons, but Jade's smiling face had been your favorite amongst them.
Once Jade was no longer obligated to harass you as part of your contract with Azul, he was happy to have you around without implied hostility. When you visited the Mostro Lounge, he'd spend extra minutes at your table, talking with you and making coy remarks. When he went on excursions for his club, he'd invite you along and--hey, how could you refuse him when he was just so charming?
Jade wasn't someone you had to understand to love. He would always have an air of mystery around him--in your opinion, he was even less predictable than Floyd. After all, he posed the perfect gentleman, ever-loyal and ever-helpful, but at the same time he made mischief his right hand man. Every new thing you learned about him made you curiouser, made your heart pound more and--after just a short while--made you fall more in love.
As for Jade... he fell in love slowly. Agonizingly slow. Then again, once he fell, it was less than graceful--it was trademarked Leech chaos, to put it simply.
At first, he thought you were boring. Then, he thought you were interesting and charming, but in a quaint way. He was amused by you, but could've done with or without you for a while.
Then you became friends with him and his twin--that surprised him, because he was certain they'd have scared you away by now.
You weren't like the others. You didn't run from him--you had to be dragged away by your friends, and yet you kept coming back. You'd grown used to his mischief, and you knew how to handle the chaos he and Floyd caused without getting hurt. In fact, you were happy to indulge in chaos with them, much to Azul's chagrin.
Friendship turned into platonic devotion--an agonizing step, because he knew well enough at this point that you were in love with him. At this point, though, he didn't want to lose you, so he handled your feelings delicately and let you remain by his side. He was loyal, and doting, and would go through every effort to make you smile, which wasn't helping you suppress your feelings, not at all.
After all that, though, Jade fell--he realized when he heard you talking about your home world. He wasn't a part of the conversation, but you were talking in the Mostro Lounge and he always kept tabs on you while you were there--he was fond of you after all.
You were talking with Jack, a friend of yours that you'd bonded with because of the distress Jade and Floyd caused. You had been explaining to Jack that things were still so different here--so fascinating and new, and Jade listened as you gush and gush with curiosity and wonder about this new world around you.
That's right--you and Jade weren't so different after all. He'd never really thought about it before, but he had a similar experience coming from the Coral Sea. While he was getting used to the concepts of walking and flying you were getting used to the concepts of magic, which probably blew your mind just as much as having legs blew his.
And for you to be so curious? Well, he related to that part especially well.
His mind was suddenly filled with daydreams of exploring the world with you, and from that moment on his future didn't seem right without you in it. He wanted to keep you at his side, to learn more about you and the world around you and every other world you could travel to... and knowing you loved him in return, there was nothing that was going to stop him from trying to achieve that reality.
Your love was the kind of love that was constant no matter what was around you. In the sea, on land, in the sky, in worlds with magic and worlds without, you were hopelessly in love with each other, and with every challenge that came the two of you would always face it together.
Floyd:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Floyd
Look, you're not an idiot by any means, but... your heart had a little idiotic moment there, falling for Floyd. At least, that's what your brain told you; for the first time ever, your heart and brain were having a feud that they just wouldn't let go.
Loving Floyd wasn't logical--he was dangerous and chaotic, and he took great delight in messing with you. He was much more than that, though, and that's what gave you the courage to not run away and give bonding a shot... and great seven, was that a great decision.
Floyd decided you were friend material almost instantly. On top of his adorable nicknames, he was the type of guy to scream hi to you across the hall despite the dirty looks, the type of guy to invite you to join him for all his impulsive schemes, the type of guy who expressed affection in so many ways it made your head spin: hugs, silly little gifts, affectionate nicknames and greetings, adventuring together...
This guy who was once a source of anxiety for you became your place of peace. Even if his mood swings were sudden and not always easy to deal with, you made the effort to understand and accept him, mood swings and all; it got easier and easier as time went on. Floyd... he was so precious to you, he practically had your heart in his hands.
Floyd didn't like you as more than friends for a while though.
In fact, it took him a while to even realize you were a friend for life--his attention was hard to keep, but after you stuck around long enough he realized he just wasn't going to get bored of you. He could hear you repeat the same stories over and over again and he'd happily listen each time, so it was pretty decided at that point that he wanted you for the long run.
The love came a little bit later, but when it did he fell hard. Even Jade could tell you the moment Floyd knew he was in love, and that's because that precious moment had been in the Mostro Lounge.
"You're so thoughtful."
Imagine that--Floyd Leech and thoughtful, a pairing no one else in school would have even considered. Even Floyd thought it was ridiculous; he almost thought you were messing with him.
Floyd was impulsive... and chaotic, childish, the list goes on. He doesn't give boring people the time of day, lacks all the tact his twin has and wasn't always the most sensitive fish in the sea... so how on earth did you think he was thoughtful?
"You always look out for the people you care about," you continued. "Like the way you you'll bully me into eating enough and getting enough sleep, or the way you bring me little gifts when you think of me."
You lifted your wrist as you said it, showing off a clunky bracelet he'd made you during class out of boredom. It was really nothing more than knotted string with a few makeshift beads, but you had accepted the gift with stars in your eyes anyways.
"It's not just me of course. You do it with Jade and Azul too. Others too, like Riddle and Ace and Jamil... and you know everyone that you care about so well, it's sweet that you make such an effort to understand them the way you do. I just think... I don't know. I just wanted to say that, I guess."
His heart was beating so much he thought he was sick. You thought he was thoughtful? Maybe he was, but... no one really thought of him like that before. You made such an effort to understand him that you could say something like that?
...oh, he's in love.
The love you two share is something no one else seems to understand--they don't get how you could fall for him or how he could fall for you, but neither of you care what others think. Your love is certain and long-lasting, and great seven is it interesting, because with Floyd by your side there's no such thing as a dull moment.
Kalim:
Falls First: Kalim ✧ Falls Harder: You
Duh.
No matter what your opinion on 'love at first sight' is, Kalim is your classic fairy tale exception--you don't need a second interaction for him to know. He's bright and bubbly to even the most prickly of strangers, but he knows a real connection when he sees it. You and him... he could picture so many adventures with you already, and he's already planning several.
He’s just sweet enough that you'll go along with all those plans. Well, most of them. He is a little grand and gratuitous sometimes.
Still—every time you agree, Kalim lights up. He loves seeing you in all sorts of situations—he falls in love with the way you dance, the way you eat, the way you tell stories and the way you listen to them… he’s smitten so quick, and it just grows and grows with each new 'adventure' together.
You fall a little bit later, but you fall hard.
At first, Kalim just seems like a airheaded rich boy--the type oblivious to the feelings of those around him, but that was far from the truth.
You noticed it during one of the many parties he invited you to.
That day, you were feeling homesick--and not just a little ache in your heart, but full-blown devastation at the notion that you may never see your home again. You tried to hide it at the party, and in all honesty, you did it pretty well; No one had been onto you, not even your best friends noticed how you were a little more glum that day.
Kalim did.
He invited you to dance with him, and all it took was your slight hesitation to agree that let him know something was wrong. He pulled you away from the crowd, offered his listening ear, and spent the rest of the evening just the two of you. He let you cry into his shoulder, groan about your plight and get mad at Crowley's negligence, and he stayed through it all, helping you feel better to the best of his ability.
He spoils you rotten--with gifts, with attention, with compliments, with affection, you name it. He's an ever-flowing fountain of love, and the fact that he's given his heart to you makes you feel like the luckiest person alive.
He's someone you can love on as much as you want and never be made to feel unwanted, annoying or ridiculous. Loving him is the type of love where you can use the cheesiest pet names, hold hands wherever you go, write each other the most ooey-gooey love letters and just... be cheesy. It's sweet and silly and romantic, a precious and pure type of love that's as rare as it is beautiful.
Love with Kalim is cliche and deep. The 'I've found my other half' kind of cliche, the type that makes you believe in tales like the red string of fate and soulmates and all those other stories. He's your fairy tale, and to him, you're his happy ending.
Jamil:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Jamil
Jamil makes it a point to conceal several aspects of himself, and so getting to know him on a genuine level is a hard task for anyone.
Although the Scarabia incident was stressful, it did give you an opportunity to see the side of Jamil that he kept so hidden--the good and the bad, the impressive and the disappointing, the best and the worst. You had the opportunity to see Jamil realize he could show off his skill, he should speak up about how he felt and he should let himself be selfish. He traded in his polite smile for a snarky smirk, and even if his words became sharper and his hatred became visible he was still just... lovely.
What it took others a while to see, you saw right away. Jamil wasn't just some bitter servant--he was a beacon of talent, a disciplined worker, a thoughtful soul. He was wise and powerful and tactful and considerate and passionate and witty and clever and so many wonderful, beautiful things, each one a reason for you to fall for him harder and harder.
As hard as you fell for him, though, it was nothing compared to how hard he fell for you.
You were different--not by being some sort of golden-heart or eternal optimist, nor were you a renowned academic or athlete, but you caught his attention through the casual means through which you showed your support.
You offered your help with some of his responsibilities. You gave him casual compliments on his many talents--talents he had, at one point, done his best to hide. You didn't just give him space when he needed it, you created space for him as well--you offered up Ramshackle to him if he ever needed a place to get away, you would entertain Kalim for awhile so Jamil could rest easy, and you'd always find ways of directing the conversation so he could escape. He wasn't an idiot--you never did any of this outright, it was just subtle acts of kindness that filled his stomach with butterflies every time.
Jamil never lost his composure, never--at least, that's how it was before he fell for you. Something changed with his feelings for you, and suddenly he felt shaky and flustered and nervous whenever you came around. At the same time though, he was addicted to your presence; it was no longer Kalim who invited you to parties or welcomed you into their dorm, but Jamil.
Jamil, who brought you leftovers from meals and parties, just for an excuse to see you. Jamil, who would keep his eye out for clear skies and starry nights so he could invite you for sight-seeing. Jamil, who would shyly tell you when he had a basketball game coming up, because he knew he would see you in the stands every single time.
You were his weakness in the very best way. Love with him was soft and sweet--as sharp as he could be with others, you were his exception. Even in moments where he nagged you or teased you, there was a certain softness to his words that he reserved just for you.
You made him feel valuable--like he was the only person in the world, first place, a wonder, a treasure, a winner. He, of course, made you feel the very same; there was something precious about what the two of you had, a love you could trust would last forever.
Vil:
Falls First: Vil ✧ Falls Harder: You
A critical eye is still an admiring eye, just an eye that is more selective with where it finds beauty.
Vil was very critical, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. He searched for beauty, polished or not, and he was not so haughty that he wouldn't recognize it when it was right in front of him. In fact, when he saw the potential for beauty, he seized it.
You were one of those beautiful things that caught his eye--not just physically, but everything about you: your determination, your hard work, your humor and wit and charm...
It frustrated him to know end that you didn't apply that hard work in the same way he did. You'd pour all your effort into your responsibilities and hobbies, and your appearance took a back seat to the things that you deemed more important. You became his personal mission--he'd lure you in with his own charm and wit, spoil you with products and clothes, and try to get you to follow in his footsteps, but another beautiful thing about you was that you weren't so easily influenced.
You did your own thing and didn't conform no matter what kind of pressure was on your shoulders.
It drove him crazy, but at the same time, he was falling for you more and more.
At first, Vil was annoying to you. You found him conceited and clownish, thinking he took his obsession with beauty way too far. It irritated you when he tried to pull you into his regimen, but you admittedly did understand his charm, and so you gave him a chance.
Vil had to work to soften you up. To the rest of Pomefiore, it was almost unbelievable that he'd become the chaser rather than the one being chased--but he did it, and you started to fall for him.
You saw him not for his makeup and poise, but for his heart. He was a hard worker--disciplined and detailed--and he had such immense amounts of talent. He was good with people, good with kids, good with sciences and arts and the list goes on...
He was also very funny. It wasn't something just anyone got to be privy to, but since he let you close to him, you got to hear it: those comments he'd utter under his breath, some of them about his rival Neige, others about the other dorm leaders, others about teachers and students and anyone else who crossed his path.
You two learned how to bond, and that's when you started to fall.
Vil would woo you with his humor--he'd sacrifice his perfect schedule to hang out with you in childish ways, ways that were whimsical and fun and quite different from the disciplined upbringing he had. You saw him let his guard down and enjoy things from your perspective, and in the same manner you'd lower your walls and try things out his way.
You guys were the definition of 'opposites attract'. You didn't have to share goals and interests for you to be in love--if anything, your differences made you better together. Once together, you guys became the epitome of a 'power couple', in school and elsewhere.
Your love was confident, and inspirational, and openly adoring. Vil Schoenheit didn't give praise where it wasn't due, but he had no shame in telling the world about his amazing partner... and of course, as the partner of Vil Schoenheit, how could you not brag yourself? You two were so proud of each other, so encouraging and supportive, that you'd never feel unloved for the rest of your life.
Rook:
Falls First: Rook ✧ Falls Harder: You
There's no question--Rook was quick to be smitten with you.
Imagine Rook the way he treats literally everyone, and then multiply that by thousands. He was everywhere--inviting you to spend time with him, complimenting everything from your test scores to your outfits to the shape of your nose, gifting you wildflowers and love letters and just about any sort of trinket you could think of.
He comes on strong--his restraint comes from not wanting to scare you away, but he's not the type to remain quiet when he likes something.
You know he's fallen for you long before you started to fall, because he keeps it no secret. When you don't return his feelings, he's respectful, but he doesn't change his tune or go back on his feelings--he loves you. That's how things were.
He comes on so strong you're a little wary of him at first. It takes some serious bonding--you start by adventuring with him in a crowd, often hanging out with him whilst Vil and perhaps even Epel were around. Then, you go on small excursions together--trips to the Mostro Lounge, watching the games and competitions your friends partook in, things like that.
Rook was sweet--he didn't care just for you, but for those people and things that were important to you as well. He tried to bond with Grim (who wasn't keen on bonding with a hunter), made efforts to get to know your friends and was willing to try out all your hobbies and traditions.
You severely misjudged him. He wasn't some flamboyant creep--he was a lover of beauty, and someone who wasn't scared into hiding his thoughts or feelings on the matter.
You spent even more time with him, falling for his humor, his wit, his beautiful words and the way he saw the world. All the while he treated you as someone precious to him, happy to spend time with you no matter how idle or strange the activities seemed. He was... peaceful, in a way.
He did have his moments, though--you suppose it was these less peaceful moments that really made you fall.
See, as a magicless student in a school of mages, you automatically get a target on your head for harassment. Your personality, quirks and involvement with drama wasn't helping the situation. Rook never struck you as the protective type (heck, you might've assumed he'd find some sort of 'beauty' in the situation), but he proved you wrong yet again.
He was fiercely loyal to you, and that included protecting you when he had the ability. Sure, you could handle yourself--even he acknowledged it, but he got a silly little joy out of playing knight for you once in a while. Besides, it gave him an excuse to show off in front of you, so why wouldn't he protect you?
He made you feel so, so loved, and you ended up loving him just as much. Your love was timeless and youthful, adventurous and freeing. As far as you were concerned, there was no one in both wide worlds that was a better match for you than Rook Hunt.
Epel:
Falls First: Epel ✧ Falls Harder: You
At first, Epel loves you as a friend--that's where all the best relationships start out.
You share food at lunch, gossip about dorm leaders and other drama-causers, slander your teachers and get into all sorts of shenanigans together. You'd pass notes in any classes you shared together, tease each other to bits and pieces, and basically live every moment with each other to its fullest.
You were already so close that Epel couldn't tell you when he fell in love with you, but once he recognized it, there was no denying it.
He was the type to be determined to win you over. He'd invite you to his spelldrive games just to show off, offer to carry your things to your classes, disrespectfully tell anyone who messed with you to back off, and basically tried to fulfill this image of 'prince charming' he concocted in his head.
You didn't want prince charming, though. You wanted someone else--someone you learned to be Epel all along.
You also had a hard time recognizing when exactly you fell for him--he was just such an important person to you already, to the point where everyone else around you just assumed you were together.
You started to hold hands more and more, convincing yourself that this was things friends did and there was no romance budding, none at all. Hugs became common too. Eventually, you two braved kissing each other on the cheek or forehead now and again, telling yourselves it was all for platonic affection, that you weren't craving anything more.
You obviously were, though.
Confessing your feelings was more like realizing your feelings out loud. Epel was delighted--he immediately insisted on being your official partner, talking excitedly about all the things he wanted to do with you now that you were together. Oh, and the best part? He's got a partner before Vil. Ha!
Together, you guys are very affectionate. Dates with each other are more about being with each other than about what you were doing, because whether you were on a walk together or curled up for a movie night, the world around you always seemed to disappear.
Epel's convinced you're his soulmate. He writes home about you, brags about you to anyone who will listen and automatically offers his home up to you after graduation, if that's something you would like. You're in this together, as far as he's concerned--even if that means going back to your world with you, a world without magic (as lame as he thought that sounded, he'd do it).
Congratulations! You had your very own 'friends to lovers' arc with Epel, a sweet and endearing love story that was worth bragging about. Love with Epel was strong, fiery, and exciting--there would never be a dull moment with your best friend at your side.
Idia:
Falls First: Idia ✧ Falls Harder: You
He knows immediately when he falls for you and he hates it.
He's such a huge grouch about it--and even though he won't tell you why, he gets cranky around you too. You're just too cute for your own good, you know that? At least, he thinks so.
Like, what is he supposed to do when you're sitting there all lovely and whatnot, and he wants to kiss you, but doesn't have half the courage he needs to make that sort of mood?
He doubts you'd ever fall for someone like him anyways, so while he still invites you to his room for games and movies and other fanboy things it grinds his gears that he just can't seem to level up your relationship.
Unbeknownst to him, you weren't far behind in falling for him.
Knowing Idia as well as you did was a rare luxury--almost no one could claim to have that same level of friendship as you had with him, and as a result you got to see many sides of him beyond his shut-in reputation. You loved seeing him get animated about something--whether it be an idol group, an anime, a game, cats, anything he might be interested in.
What was even more fun was spoiling him with affection. You were convinced this guy's never been properly hugged in his life, so of course you we're going to offer him that kind of affection on the daily. He flusters easily, but he also lets you know he's grateful for it, in his own grouchy way.
Your heart knew you were in love with him before your mind caught up, because realization came when you were on a call with him and ended it by saying "Love you". You weren't sure who ended the call then, because as far as you knew both of you we're wildly flustered at the admission.
Even though he fell, it took him a while to say it back--partially because he thought it was too good to be true, but partially because, well, it's his nature. He's just not used to the 'ooey-gooey normie nonsense' yet.
He's working on it.
Literally no one understands the two of you together; you're one of the school's biggest personalities, having dealt with overblots and Crowley's impulses time and time again, whereas Idia won't even bother to show up in person for classes. He's grouchy and catlike and doesn't seem like the type to ever warm up to you, and you're not the type to beg someone for the time of day, so in the minds of others the fact that you're together is frankly unbelievable.
Still, who cares what the normies think, right?
Love with Idia is different--it's refreshing, because neither of you go by the book. Every gesture comes from the heart, and every expression of love is in a language the two of you understand, regardless of how the rest of the world perceives it. Cosplaying characters together or staying up for gaming marathons might not be everyone's ideal date, but to Idia, it's further proof you're the one for him.
You both love each other dearly, and neither of you ever want to let the other go ♡
Malleus:
Falls First: Malleus ✧ Falls Harder: You
You know good and well when he's fallen for you. If your time at NRC was a TV show, he'd be in love within the first few episodes.
He's not the type to fall in love on a whim, though. He gives it very serious consideration, and so once he attaches the word 'love' to his feelings for you, he's certain about it.
He gets his dating advice from Lilia, so he's... old-fashioned, to say the least. Love letters are a personal favorite of his, and he always signs his letters with a playful 'Tsunotarou'. Flower bouquets and nighttime walks together are other tactics he frequently tries to bring to fruition.
You... you're a little to wrapped up in overblots and drama to give love any serious thought, but every time you get a break Malleus is there, waiting.
He always seems to be there when you need him. He's wise and doting, and it's hard not to fall for him too. He's so romantic it would make even the most straight-faced fellow blush, and he gives you such a sense of peace that you hate when you have to leave his side. It's like you belong together, physically and otherwise.
Sebek's protests in the matter almost make your love story more romantic. Forbidden love, anyone? Faes and humans, falling in love despite the wishes and opinions of those around them. How dreamy!
In fact, you two embrace each other's differences. Malleus tells you tales and tales of the fae world, wooing you with the most incredible traditions and stories. In return, you tell him stories from your own world, anything he might be curious about--the history, the culture, stories from your childhood, the list goes on.
You're his treasure. Malleus is protective of you and supportive of you, and if he were being honest, he never wants you to leave Twisted Wonderland--after all, as a prince, he can't easily follow after you to your own world, as much as he would like to. Still, he loves you so much that he'd never stop you; either way, you'll have his heart in your hands, and he's willing to try to make any situation work. He adores you that much.
Competitively, you tell him you love him more. He doesn't believe it, but that doesn't stop you from trying to prove it. In fact, with the stunning romantic gestures you two do, it wouldn't surprise anyone if it did turn out to be a competition. You're always one-upping each other, and as a result, your love never loses it's spark.
It's a love that makes you feel like you can conquer the world. Then again, what's the point of conquering the world when your world is standing by your side, talking about gargoyles?
Lilia:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Lilia
You fall first, and he knows right away. It's frustrating.
He doesn't tease you about it though--some part of him compels him to treat your feelings gently, and so even though you know he knows your feelings, he never brings it up. He teases you about the drama you get wrapped up in and the silly shenanigans you get up to with your friends, but never your feelings.
And that stupid consideration just makes you fall more.
You confront him about it too--he knows about your feelings anyways, so why not make a joke out of it? Coping mechanisms, everyone. Humor is your default.
So you complain to him sometimes, about him being "too cute" or "too witty" or "too beautiful". He'll snicker at the compliments, agreeing with you and telling you it comes with the job description. He's so freaking playful, how are you supposed to un-fall in love with this man?
Luckily, you don't have to. Instead, Lilia ends up falling for you.
Like Malleus, Lilia takes romance seriously, so he's not going to fall for you without caution. He can't help it, though--you're just so perfect, perfect for him anyways.
In the end, he starts to be the one complaining about his love for you.
"You're just gonna steal my heart like that, huh?"
Once you're together, the complaining continues. Well, it's beyond complaining at this point. Now it's just blatant flirting, the kind that's so cheesy that Ace and Deuce will make faces when they're in earshot.
"Can't believe you're gonna make me fall in love with you and then not come kiss me right now."
Lilia genuinely does not care about PDA. Dude makes it a point to gross other people out at this point. He's going to love you to the ends of the earth and he's gonna be a menace about it too.
In between moments of cheesy movie moments, though, he has his times of genuine, thoughtful romance. He's still quite old fashioned, and so he walks you to your dorm every evening and says goodbye with a kiss and makes sure to text you a 'good morning' or 'I love you' whenever he can.
Still, Lilia has both serious and playful moments, and so while one moment he's wooing you with love letters he could very well joke about you falling for a 'single dad' or 'batty old man' the next. As mentioned above--he's a menace.
Such a lovely menace though.
Congratulations, Shrimpy--you've wooed the mysterious fae-dad of the Diasomnia dorm. I hope you're willing to deal with the consequences ♡
Silver:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Silver
✨Silver✨
He's just so, so lovely, isn't he?
He doesn't hide his personality--he's pretty open to you from the start, in fact it's almost instant chemistry between the two of you.
Of course, his ethereal beauty and dreamy, sleepy presence wasn't all that won you over. He's devoted and serious and loyal, and his naivety is unexpectedly charming.
The falling in love part probably started with him becoming your go-to for when you were stressed out. Silver has the capacity to be chaotic if Malleus is threatened, but the majority of the time he exudes an almost sleepy sort of peacefulness from him, and he lets you join him for studying or napping or sometimes even training if you're up for it.
Silver understands you more than others at NRC, in a way--you were a nonmagical human in a world full of mages, and Silver was a human who grew up surrounded by powerful fae, so... there's some bonding to be had there? He sympathizes with your plight and lets you come to him for comfort whenever you need it, and there aren't many at NRC who will handle your feelings as gently as he would.
He became your comfort, your peace, and eventually, the love of your life. You didn't expect Silver to fall for you in return, but time told a different story.
See, Silver sometimes needed comfort too. He stressed himself out about his service to Malleus, constantly questioning whether he was being good enough, if he was too overprotective or underprotective or lazy or anything else. He found that you were a source of comfort for him as well, and being able to have that level of vulnerability around you fostered a fondness for you in his heart.
He likes a lot of things about you, actually--he admires your ability to conquer problems head-on, the way you're loyal and protective of your friends, the way you can bond with nearly anyone at NRC. You're so good at earning respect that even Sebek has learned to acknowledge you, which is a rare occurrence indeed.
It's not until Lilia spells it out that Silver realizes his feelings, and even then, he's a little slow. Love with him is slow and steady, but alluring and healing, like the feeling of laying down for a nap after a long day. You two long for each other like two halves of a whole, and it's only when you're by each other's side that you're complete.
It's a pure love, a gentle and devoted love. Even outsiders can tell that you two would do anything for each other, and best of all, the Diasomnia family has given the two of you their stamp of approval (even Sebek, only after he heard his Waka-Sama talking about how wonderful you were for each other).
In short, loving Silver was a dream come true.
Sebek:
Falls First: You ✧ Falls Harder: Sebek
You and Sebek started off... not so nicely with each other. In fact, it took a while for you to even become friends.
However, after dealing with so many overblots, surviving through so much chaos and showing off a huge range of skills, you seemed to impress him enough for him to stop boxing you in as some sophomoric human and call you by your actual name, or 'Prefect' if he was feeling particularly respectful.
It was a huge step in your relationship, because once he started treating you like you weren't an inferior, you quickly reevaluated your impression of him.
See, Sebek wasn't just some... bratty, screaming fae who only spent his time groveling at Malleus's feet; he was a hard worker, a half-fae of many talents, a rather kind and sweet boy once you got to know him. He was proud of himself and where he came from, he loved his mother and siblings dearly, and he gave great respect not just to Malleus, but anyone who earned it. He was extremely passionate, never cutting corners or slacking off in order to be the best knight he could be. He had hobbies and preferences just like anyone else, it just takes a little longer to learn about them because he loves what he does so much.
It's kind of... endearing.
Okay, it's a lot endearing. Not to mention, Sebek eventually goes out of his way to look out for you. If he sees you struggling he'll volunteer his services, arrogantly proclaiming his wide skillset and assuring you he was more than capable. Every time you thanked him or praised him, he'd get a stupid grin and puff out his chest and start to shyly agree, though he'd quickly hide his face n his hands so he could keep up is gratuitious self-confidence schtick.
Your praise must have meant a lot to him though, because he made it a point to start impressing you. It worked, because you'd fallen for him first, and you fell hard.
Now Sebek... Sebek never saw himself falling for a human. In fact, once he started to question his feelings for you he'd get so worked up that even Lilia couldn't talk to him without him jumping ten feet in the air. It was almost.... scary for him. After all, it would be a complete negligence of duty, right? He shouldn't be chasing after some human anyways....
...and yet, that's what he found himself doing.
Begrudgingly, he gave into his feelings and started off by writing you a curt love letter. He was surprised when you replied, and upon reading all the love you filled your letter with... well, he craved more. It became a common exchange between you two, and as much as he denied it, he was the sentimental and romantic type of guy who kept all the letters you sent him. He remembered the things you wrote even better than you did sometimes.
Once he starts to let you in, he falls harder and harder. You're so different from what he expected; he finds himself admiring you, enough so that he starts studying and training with you, if you're open to it. He thinks your own passion and determination is admirable, not to mention how amicable you are with so much of the student body. He doesn't blame everyone else for being soft for you--after all, he's the softest.
Sebek is very romantic, and even the smallest gestures leave him a flustered mess. He's the type to write home about little things like hand-holding and pet names, so any grand gesture is sure to leave him stunned and stuttering. Still, he absolutely won't be outdone by you in the world of romance; every gesture from you is a challenge for him, and he constantly tries to one-up you, as if it's the only way to prove his love and devotion.
He's sworn loyalty to Malleus, so an insecure part of you tells you to not expect much--still, Sebek doesn't just settle for you being a side-part of his life. He wants you in it for the long haul, so if he has to constantly assure you he has every ability to protect you and look out for you and love on you while serving Lord Malleus, so be it.
Love with him is passionate and romantic and very loud, because he's not going to be with someone he'd ever be ashamed of. He's proud of you despite his initial prejudice against humans; he supposes his mom was onto something after all, falling for one.
With Sebek, all the world will know about your love. It's the kind of love they write stories about, and you two just so happen to make the best story of all.
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Privileged One
Character(s): Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and Malleus
Summary: What if you were his childhood friend?
Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, platonic but can be read as romantic, reader is NOT Yuu, a bit depressing for the character's part (not too serious)
Note: I initially plan to make you two a normal pair of childhood friends, but my stupid brain is acting up midway and makes it seems like he has a one-sided crush on you. I still hope you enjoy, though (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ
1. Riddle Rosehearts
Most of the Heartslabyul students are jealous of you. You are the only person who can (accidentally) break the rules of the Queen of Hearts and then get away with only a light scolding from the Housewarden.
There had once been a student who dared to say that Riddle played favorites on you, but then the red tyrant got angry and they ended up getting collared for a whole week. The punishment actually could have lasted much longer, but you who heard the news took pity on the student and asked Riddle to release him. That student is now a living example of what can happen to people who dare to comment on how Riddle treats you. Now, almost everyone knows how important you are to Riddle.
Every time you come to visit Heartslabyul, the students there will automatically lead you to Riddle without paying attention to your reason for visiting. You find it a little amusing, the way their faces light up whenever they see you before trying to get you to Riddle as quickly as possible, it's as if they have found a savior who can save them from a calamity called Riddle Rosehearts. You can't blame them, they became like that after noticing that every time Riddle's with you, he will be a bit lenient in giving punishment to the rulebreaker because his attention is too preoccupied on you.
When an Unbirthday Party was being held, you would definitely be invited and there's a special seat that has been arranged just for you, which is right beside Riddle's own seat. There's an unwritten rule that says the first slice of cake belongs to the Housewarden. But, since the cake belonged to Riddle now and that rule wasn't exactly written down on paper, then there's no harm in letting you have the first bite, right? In his defense, Riddle claimed that he didn't break the unwritten rule. The first slice of cake was indeed his, he just let you have the first bite.
If you have trouble understanding a certain subject, fret not because you have Riddle to tutor you. Once school was over, you two would have a study session in Riddle's room. Accompanied by tea and Trey's handmade cakes, Riddle will teach you with the patience he has never shown to anyone but you. Every time you answer correctly a question he gives, Riddle will give you a spoonful of Strawberry Pie from his plate. And if you answered wrong, Riddle will explain it again from the beginning until you fully understand it. This pattern will continue to repeat until finally all the questions are answered or the strawberry pie on his plate runs out.
Amidst his busy life as Heartslabyul's Housewarden, Riddle would always try to spend more time with you. Like; accompanying you to walk to school, talking briefly with you when you two pass each other in the hallway, having lunch together in the cafeteria, and when school is over, he'll wait for you so both of you can go back together to Heartslabyul and have a private tea party.
Whenever he's feeling stressed and exhausted, somehow you always show up at the right time and give him the comfort he's looking for. The two of you would spend time together in his room, with Riddle resting his head on your thighs while your fingers trace the soft strands of his hair. Accompanied by your gentle hum, Riddle then decided to rest for a bit together with his childhood friend before continuing his work later.
2. Leona Kingscholar
Rather than calling yourself Leona's childhood friend, you actually feel more like his personal assistant, considering how much work you have been doing for that lazy lion.
Together with Ruggie, you two were entrusted by the teachers to bring Leona back to class every time he skips class. But knowing Ruggie, he will surely let you handle it all while he himself returns to class to study (he would rather not waste his school fees, okay?). Left all alone, now start your journey, trying to find Leona. You already know where Leona is, but first you need to go to the cafeteria to buy some meat which you plan to use as an 'offering' so (hopefully) he will go back to class with you.
Every time you pick Leona up from his napping place, usually there will be two possible endings. The first one was that he will accept your 'offerings' and go back to class with you, although begrudgingly and full of complaints all the way to the class, then continue his nap in class, which makes you heave a long, weary sigh. While the other one is, he pulls you to accompany him to take a nap together, where you will be his pillow and also his partner in crime considering now you also skip the class together with him.
Even though he never shows it, Leona secretly loves watching you bustle around doing things for him. From cleaning his room, cooking for him, doing his laundry, and other menial work. Ruggie would do all that work for his money, meanwhile, you do all of that out of concern for your lazy childhood friend. It makes Leona feel as if you put him in as your priority that's more important than anything else, it makes Leona feel smug.
Every beastman in school knows better than to pick a fight with you. Never mind fighting, they shouldn't even talk rudely to you. If they dared to do so, then they should be prepared to face Leona's wrath. In Leona's mind, you who are his childhood friend are a part of him. Offending you means offending Leona as well, and Leona won't take it well.
But no matter how your patient is, sometimes you can also get annoyed with Leona's endless laziness. So, you will wake the lion up from his sleep and tell him to do his own business himself. And since it's Leona, of course he refuses and will try to go back to sleep, but you're not going to let him have that peaceful sleep until he finished all his works. The two of you then will start squabbling about it for a bit while the other Savanaclaw students will stare at you in amazement, for you're the only daring one to scold their lazy of a Housewarden. If it were anyone else, their Housewarden would probably kick that person away the moment they disturbed his sleep.
In your eyes, Leona is no different from an overgrown cat. Whenever Leona's mood gets worse, he will look for you and take you to his room to accompany him to sleep. You didn't try to cheer him up, you knew all Leona needed now was just your company, so you started telling him about your daily life and other interesting things you encountered today. And whether you realize it or not, Leona never sleeps even though his eyes are closed. He listens to all your stories in silence without missing a word. For him, your voice is far more effective in calming his nerve than sleeping.
3. Azul Ashengrotto
In the Mostro Lounge, there is one special table that no one is allowed to sit on, no matter how much they are willing to pay for it. If someone tries to occupy it by force, then they would come face to face with one of the Leech brothers and be banned from entering Mostro Lounge again. That table was specially prepared by Azul just for you, his most beloved childhood friend. Every time you visit Mostro Lounge, Azul will drop anything he's currently doing just to greet you personally and help you order your favorite menu.
Contrary to what people think, Azul doesn't give you free food just because you're his childhood friend. You still have to pay for your meal, but Azul doesn't mind giving you a little discount. And when I say he gives you a little discount, it means he will give you several discount coupons that you can stack with other discount coupons with a maximum of 100%. But in exchange for the coupon he gave you, you have to keep this nice thing a secret from the other customers. Because truth to be told, Mostro Lounge doesn't accept stacking discounts, but since you're his childhood friend, Azul doesn't mind making a little exception for you.
At school, you were always seen together with the three infamous Octavinalle's students or at least one of them, mainly Azul. Because of that, there are rumors going around saying that you are also involved in some kind of shady business alongside the three. You aren't concerned with the rumours, but Azul does. He would send the twins to find the person who spread the rumor and teach them a lesson or two about how one should not just jump to conclusions without any real evidence. People can talk shit about him and he couldn't care less. But talk shit about you, and Azul will take it personally.
Every time Mostro Lounge wants to add a new menu, Azul will call you to be the taster. If he sees you enjoying the new menu, then that same night the menu will already be on the Mostro Lounge menu list.
Since you're Azul's childhood friend, it's not surprising that you're also good friends with the Leech brothers. Together with Jade and Floyd, you three have fun teasing Azul. But different from the Leech brothers, who will be given additional work if Azul manages to get angry, you will only end up with a long scolding from the businessman.
Even so, you still feel a little guilty for making Azul angry. You know Azul usually has a fair amount of patience, but if he gets angry, it means the jokes you three makes have gone a bit too far. Hence, you volunteered to help out at the Mostro Lounge. Azul is a little touched by your sentiments. You have always been very caring and concerned with his feelings, ever since childhood. Well, that side of you is the main reason why you're Azul's favorite person.
But as a businessman, who is Azul to turn down the chance you're giving him? Since you asked for it yourself, then he won't be lenient in giving you orders. This resulted in you ending up in the VIP room, sitting on one of the soft sofas, cookies and tea served on the table in front of you, while Azul sits at his desk and goes through his documents. Azul has indeed given you one task, which is to sit quietly and accompany him to work until the closing time.
Azul is the type of person who is full of preparation and planning. It made him feel secure, knowing that he was ready to take on anything. But if something goes wrong and out of his expectations, Azul will become very frustrated and all he wants is nothing but to crawl back into his octopus pot. It was times like these that the twins would turn Azul over to you. Their childhood experiences have taught them that once Azul entered his octopus pot, only you can persuade him to come out. You won't blatantly coax Azul out because the first time you do it, Azul actually hides deeper into his octopus pot. So to solve this problem, you're going to sit outside his octopus pot for a few moments without speaking a word, giving him alone time while still reminding Azul that you're there for him. After a long enough silence, you will start talking about random things to completely turn his attention to you and forget his frustration. For a while, you will continue to talk alone, but you keep telling stories until finally, Azul starts responding to your words one by one. Azul realizes that all the topics you choose to talk about are completely useless, but oddly enough, he doesn't mind hearing all your ramblings at all. When he is finally back to normal, he will pop himself out of his octopus pot and act as if nothing happened. But the next time you visit the Mostro Lounge, Azul will treat you to a free meal as his token of gratitude.
4. Kalim Al-Asim
Even though you are not a servant of the Asim family like Jamil, but you still insist on taking care of Kalim because he is a sunshine boy who must be protected at all cost.
Usually, people will see you hanging out together with Kalim, with or without Jamil. You are the only person Jamil trusts to look after Kalim when he is too busy doing other things.
Kalim loves to tell you numerous things, from the big news he heard from Cater in club-meeting to the little things like how sleepy he was during Professor Trein's class. You always listen attentively to him, while occasionally giving a response as a sign that you pay attention to his story.
Kalim also likes to gift you random objects he found at shop. He said they reminded him of you, so he reflexively bought them and wanted to give them to you. Because of his habit, Jamil often scolds him and constantly tries to remind him not to buy things spontaneously. But did Kalim stop? No.
Everyone knows Kalim likes to throw parties, but when it comes to you, Kalim hopes to always throw a party for you if Jamil doesn't forbid it. Did you get a good grade on Professor Crewel's pop quiz? It's time to party! Did you get coach Vargas' praise for doing a zigzag flight? It's party time! Are you sad because your favorite novel character died? A party will make you feel better!
Look, Jamil is grateful that you often accompany Kalim so that he can focus more with another work, but can you stop agreeing to all of Kalim's requests?! What do you mean you can't say no to him?! What do you mean his twinkling eyes look so mesmerizing that you forgot to say no?! Great Sevens, please give Jamil's more patience to face your and Kalim's stupidity.
Kalim is the epitome of the sun itself, he is always optimistic and cheerful. But that doesn't mean his life is always smooth, sometimes Kalim can also feel down. If that's the case, Kalim will usually sneak out of the dorm using his magic carpet and then go to your place to invite you to join him. Flying his magic carpet and spending time with you is Kalim's best way to relieve stress.
5. Vil Schoenheit
Initially, little Vil didn't want to be your friend because he thought you were ugly (you're not, it's just Vil's standards that's too high). But the little you have been fascinated by his ethereal beauty, so you constantly try to pester him. Being a child, you can only praise Vil's beauty with a limited vocabulary. Like how clear his eyes are, how pink his lips are, how beautiful his hairstyle is, how melodious his voice is, and other little things you like about Vil. No one has ever praised him like that, so little Vil accepted you as his friend on the condition that you have to constantly compliment him, honestly and sincerely.
And that's what you've been doing until now. But even as a grown up, you still prefer to compliment Vil's beauty with straightforward words because you think it sounds more sincere than long poetic words. Vil says it's a stupid thought, but deep down he'd rather you keep praising him like that because your simple compliments are always better to hear than empty flattery people give to him to curry his favor.
As a result of having Vil as your childhood friend, your beauty standards have been greatly affected. When other people compliment someone as handsome/pretty, you can only awkwardly nod your head, even though in your heart you are trying to find which part of that person is handsome/beautiful. They didn't even have a thousandth of the charisma that Vil had! How can people call him handsome/beautiful? Do they have a problem with their eyes? (No, it's just your standards that's been raised very high by Vil).
Every time Vil becomes a model for a brand, usually he will share the products he got with you. And if the film he's starring in is coming out soon, he will invite you to attend the film premiere together.
You are Vil's first and number one fan, while Vil is your personal stylist and makeup artist. Every outfit and makeup that you will wear must pass through Vil's strict selection. He won't force you to look perfect like him, but he will make sure you look outstanding in any style of fashion that you choose.
With other people, Vil has this Untouchable Queen aura who is difficult to approach. But with you, he's just Vil, an ordinary young man with extraordinary ambitions. When both of your schedules are free, you and Vil will meet in his room to do beauty treatments together while exchanging stories. Vil tells you about what's going on in the entertainment world, while you tell him about the stupidity that some NRC students did when Vil was away.
Vil has one big secret that he doesn't even tell you. And that secret is the fact that you are his emotional support that always cheers him up whenever he feels down. When he gets frustrated every time he gets a villain role, you always stand for the character he plays instead of the main character. When people started to leave him for Neige, you still chose him. When you have seen all the bad sides that he has always buried, you remain by his side. For Vil, you are the most beautiful thing the world has ever given him.
6. Idia Shroud
Apart from Ortho, you are the only person who can freely enter Idia's room as you please. But before entering, please don't forget to knock on his door in the rhythmical order that you two have agreed beforehand, so he knows that it's you outside and not the normies that he constantly tries to avoid.
Just like Leona's childhood friend, you're also entrusted by the teachers to bring him to class. Together with Ortho, the two of you will spend nearly half an hour persuading Idia to attend the class. Faced with your and Ortho's pitiful faces, what else can Idia do but to man up and do the shit? At least, that's what he said to himself. When he just come out of his room, his anxiety gets the better of him and he will immediately scurried back to his room. In the end, you managed to bring Idia to class, but it's not the person himself and rather his floating tablet.
It is common knowledge among students that Ignihyde has a private Wi-Fi network with excellent signal. So, whenever you have homework to do, or you simply want to play online games, you will come to Idia's room and borrow their dorm's Wi-Fi. In exchange for giving you Wi-Fi, Idia will 'borrow' your hand to do his game's gacha. Apparently, you have this 'golden hand' that every gamer would kill for. The card with the highest rarity will come home in just one pull or the first ten pulls every time you gacha.
The limited time event just started a few minutes ago, but thanks to your 'golden hand', you immediately get the SSR event character, whose spawn rate is less than 1%, in just one pull. He will immediately jump around while squealing like a child, and then subconsciously hug you while thanking you many times. After that, he immediately posted the gacha's result online and starts being salty to other players who have to hit the pity system just to get it.
You spend more time in Idia's room than your own. His room just has everything, okay? Cool air conditioning, smooth internet network, comfortable bed, and various kinds of snacks. Every time you visit Idia's room, you will usually fall asleep in his bed listening to the sound of keyboard typing that's created when he plays his games or programming stuff that you can't really understand. Of course, Idia initially is a bit unhappy with that habit of yours since he only has one bed. But when he sees you sleeping so soundly in his bed, Idia can only sigh and decided to sleep somewhere else, maybe in his chair or just straight up lay himself on the floor. He'll be kind just for this time, the next time you fall sleep in his bed, Idia swears he will really kick you out of the bed (he lied, he still lets you hog his bed while he himself sleeps on the floor).
You may not know, but Idia is the envy of every gamer in his online circles. He often shows off Ortho and you to other gamers, saying how lucky he was to have a younger brother who is very considerate and also a childhood friend who has a 'golden hand'. How many introverts can have the same thing as he does? ALMOST NO ONE, SUCKERS!
When Idia's anxiety becomes worse and he starts being pessimistic about all aspects of life, Ortho will immediately go to you and take you to his brother. You both will find him huddled under the blanket on his bed. He asked you and Ortho to just go and leave him alone. But you two know better than to leave. So, you and Ortho will sit on the edge of his bed and start trying to coax him out, telling him about all the good things this world has. It would take a while for him to calm down, but that was better than letting him sink deeper into dejection.
7. Malleus Draconia
Becoming a childhood friend of Malleus means accepting Lilia as your father figure. And accepting Lilia as your father figure means being prepared to be chased down by Lilia who wants to hear you call him father.
You are the first friend Malleus has ever had, so he tries very hard to maintain your friendship. Something caught your interest? Next time you meet Malleus, he'll give it to you as a present. Are you having trouble learning magic? Worry not, Malleus will help you master your magic. Are you amazed by his status as a prince? Hmm, maybe Malleus could ask his grandmother to adopt you? (His grandmother also likes you, but she can't adopt her potential grandchild-in-law just anyone)
You've once tried to stay away from him because some people say you don't deserve to be a friend of Malleus, the crown prince of the Briar Valley. As a result, Malleus's mood became so bad that it threw the palace into a turmoil. His mood finally returned to normal when the two of you were reunited again. After that incident, Malleus became quite protective of you. Someone spoke badly of you? Malleus will meet him personally to have a 'friendly' discussion. Someone wants to pick a fight with you? The next second, they all suddenly fell to the ground for no apparent reason.
You and Malleus are basically one package deal. NRC students will often see the two of you walking around the school hand in hand like two little children, you talk to him and he listens to you. Those who saw that sight dared to swear by the name of the Great Sevens, Malleus had this very rare gentle smile graced his handsome face when he's looking at you.
Malleus loves spending time with you, even if all you both do is just sit quietly under a tree listening to the sound of birds singing in the distance. When the soft breeze starts to blow, you start to get sleepy and unknowingly end up falling asleep leaning on Malleus. Seeing your peaceful sleep expression, Malleus couldn't help but gently trace your face using his finger. He just wanted to make sure that all of this was real and you're not an illusion his mind created.
Having a Malleus as your childhood friend makes you get free bodyguards. For the starters, Malleus himself is quite protective of you because of what happened in the early days of your friendship. And because Malleus is practically glued to you, his two retainers, Sebek and Silver, will also stick to you for the sake of guarding Malleus. Then, there's Lilia, who doesn't want to miss the fun, so he will always appear suddenly and join your group of four. It's kind of complicated, but at least now you have four free strong bodyguards.
Even though he looks young, Malleus has actually lived quite long. Therefore, he's quite mature despite having a seemingly teenager's body. There are only two things that can affect his mature mind, namely anything related to you and not being invited to an event, usually it's the letter one because he always makes sure nothing bad happens to you. When he starts to sulk because he wasn't invited to an event, Lilia will call you to cheer Malleus up. As soon as he saw you, Malleus was practically beaming with excitement. You don't need to bother coaxing him, just doing any activities together with him like walking in the park, eating ice cream, taking care of Roaring Drago, or trying new things is enough to make Malleus entirely forget his sadness from earlier.
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It’s not common to see Atsumu fuming.
Genuine anger, not the petty shit he throws at you when he decides he wants to be an obnoxious turd to yourself or his brother.
You can tell the difference, too, because a petulant pout and attitude is plastered on that pretty face of his, but when he’s genuinely mad, there’s no attitude; it’s just raw emotion and lips pulled in a straight line, his chest giving irregular, short breaths because he can’t breathe. It’s almost scary, but it happens so little that you’ve learned to manage it when it does happen.
This is one of those rare occasions you have no clue which he’s feeling.
The car door outside slams shut, sending a nervous chill up your spine, but it’s immediately squashed when you hear Hisako’s innocent laughter. You smile and turn towards the now opening door, and you give atsumu a fake, sympathetic look when his thick brows are furrowed in frustration. On his leg, Hisako’s tiny arms are wrapped around him, her legs locked around his ankle and her smile that’s missing a tooth is beaming up at him.
“You,” he scolds, looking down at his menace of a six year old. “Go upstairs. And don’t come out until you’re seventy-eight.”
“Can I hug mommy first?”
“If you must,” he growls. With that, Hisako quickly bounds over to you and reaches her arms up for a hug, and while you give her one, you watch as Atsumu paces the floor, cards his hair, chews on his cuticles, anything to make him calm down.
“Daddy’s mad,” she whispers in your ear.
You offer her a snort, “I know.” With a kiss to her head you plant her back to her feet and nudge her to go into her room, waiting until to door closes before you turn back to your husband.
“Atsumu-“
“I’m not ready for this,” he growls. “The little traitor, I can’t believe she’d do this to me- my own flesh and blood.”
“Don’t word it like that, you make it sound like she committed arson or something.”
He softens and pouts like a dog; clearly, whatever it is, it’s taking a toll, and you sigh before you walk over and plant a kiss to his forehead. “Whatever it was, I know it wasn’t on purpose; what happened?”
“She’s just not ready, okay, she just doesn’t know-“
“Sweetheart, you need to let me in here-“
“He was holding her hand!” He whines, scrubbing his face with his hands. “They-They-They were holding hands! I thought I had a few more years to prepare for this shit! Wanted to wait before I put the fear back into these damn boys! I can’t fight a six year old!”
You pause. You retract your hand and give him an absolute smirk.
“You’re kidding me?”
“Sure ain’t!” He barks, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s so mad his forehead vein makes itself known with a sheen of sweat. “Tomorrow, I’m going to that damned school, and I’m moving her classes!”
“Honey,” you say sweetly, gently grabbing his arm to ground him. “It’s okay; I’m the one who told her to be nice to this boy.”
Instantly, his head whips in betrayal. His eyes are blown wide, muscles tense and despite how angry he looks, he can’t find the words to convey it.
“YOU WHAT?”
You shake your head, “she asked me why she feels butterflies in her tummy when she sees him.” To try and soothe him, you hook your head over his shoulder and bat your eyes innocently, “and I told her that it’s the same feeling I get when I see you-“
“Don’t try to be sweet, I’m mad at you,” he snarls, but there’s a softness in his eye that makes you think he’s not as serious as he thinks he comes across. A massive hand cards through his hair and he looks up to the sky as if to ask for patience. “I can’t believe this. My two babies, the loves of my life, betraying me in such juvenile ways.”
“Atsumu, spell juvenile,” you challenge.
“Spell ‘no’,” he grumbles. You sigh and gently grab his arm to pull him to the couch, and for a few seconds he puts up a small fight, but does end up giving into you in the end.
“Sweetie, listen to me,” you soothe. “Hisako is six. She’s going to start having little crushes soon enough-“
“Fuck, stop reminding me,” he whines.
You shake your head and rub a soothing hand on his back. “And all we can do is let her express those feelings in healthy ways; it’s what we’ve always done.”
“What if he hurts her?”
“He’s six.”
“What if he breaks her heart?”
“I’m sure she’ll cope.”
“What if he-“
“Atsumu.” Your hands squish his cheeks. “Calm down; she’s going to be okay.” You smile and kiss his pouted lips, “you remember what it was like having a crush at school-“
“Excuse you,” he grumbles from his squished cheeks, shaking his head from your grip. “I’ve only ever been in love with you.”
“You’ve told me about your relationship with Rintaro, trust me, that was a crush.”
“Was not!”
“Was too.”
“Was not!”
“It absolutely was.” You smile warmly, “and that’s fine. But now, you need to let her experience the same thing. She’s a big girl. Besides,” you nudge your nose with his, “you’ll always be her favorite man.”
“That’s actually Osamu, but I appreciate it.” Your words do seem to calm him down however, and he wraps a big arm around you to settle into the couch, “I just love her, baby… just want her to be safe.”
“I know; and she will be.”
The silence you get comfortable in gets interrupted by the door to your home getting flung open, and while you jump in the air in shock, next to you, Atsumu chuckles.
“Speaking of the devil.”
“What did you-“
Before you can say anything, Miya Osamu suddenly stands in the middle of your living room, the hat on his head tampered with and his apron turn on his hip, his head lined with sweat as if he ran here. Your jaw slacks in surprise, “Osamu, you did not leave work to come here-“
“WHAT STUPID LITTLE SNOT WAS HOLDING HER HAND?”
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Meeting a Beautiful Fan
w/sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotarou, and atsumu miya
fluff. 1k wc. rip to fictional friend aiko.
♡ Sakusa Kiyoomi
“Um, hello.”
“Hey….Hi.”
“Are you Sakusa Kyoomi?”
“Yeah, that’s-“ This is an angel. He’s looking at an angel right now. “That’s me.”
“Oh! Okay,” You nod, gesturing at the matching jersey in your hand. “If you’re not too busy, can you sign this jersey?”
Sakusa nods silently and reaches for the shirt, nearly swallowing his tongue as his fingers brush with yours. “Who should I… make it out to?”
“Oh um - if you can, can you just wish my friend a happy birthday? Her name’s Aiko.”
“Oh, this is a gift.” He sounds impassive but that’s because he’s having a meltdown on the inside. “‘Was wondering why I haven’t seen you at any of the games.”
“Yeah, my friend’s a huge fan but she’ll be overseas until next year so, I came and got some souvenirs to send her.” He nods at the explanation, but nearly overheats when you continue. “But your plays were amazing, this being the first time I’m seeing them in person. I can see why she’s such a big fan.”
“Thank you. I uh..” He glances around. “I appreciate it.”
“Uh no, thank you-“
“Wait there a sec- Miya!”
Atsumu looks over and trots to him with a smile, bouncing the novelty foam ball in his hand and nearly dropping it once he’s got a glance at the dime standing in front of his teammate.
“Heya there, angel-“
“Can I have that?” He points to the ball.
Atsumu immediately catches on. “Oh, sure thing! Here, gorgeous, ya want me ta sign it-“
“No.” Sakusa takes it out of his hand and scribbles on it with his pen. “Here, uh… keep this for yourself.”
“Hm? Oh.” You reach for the ball and Atsumu nearly croons at the sound of your voice. He nearly says something to, if not for the clear call of dibs drilling holes in his head as Sakusa side eyes him.
You smile and it’s straight out of a day dream. “I appreciate it, thank you.”
Sakusa nods as you side-step your way out of the line and they both wave back at you as you walk away.
Atsumu smacks his teeth. “There she goes, ma future wife walking off with your number.”
Sakusa elbows him.
♡ Bokuto Kotarou
“Uh, are you Bokuto?” A voice inquires softly behind him.
Kotarou turns with a gleeful smile to address the fan standing behind him. Smiling widely as he cheers from the deeper portion of his chest. “Hey, Hey….H-Hey!”
Holy shit.
You return his grin with a closed mouth smile as you bow, hardly paying any mind to the way his grin slowly falls into a disbelieving gape. “Nice to meet you.”
“Y-…Yeah, it really is!” He stammers a bit nervously. “Nice to meet you, I mean. It’s- It’s really nice to meet you too!”
You snicker somewhat and his chest caves in.
“That’s great!” Your attempt to exclaim with him is poor and a little cut off by the sheer silliness of trying to match his energy but it’s cute regardless. He barely registers the jersey in your hand, too busy planning out what your wedding reception is gonna look like.
“Is it okay if I ask you to sign this?” You simper.
Ko takes it out of your hand with an eager few nods. “Yeah! Of course!” He whips out his marker. “And what’s the pretty girl’s pretty name?”
“Oh, it’s- Well this is actually a gift for my friend, Aiko. Who’s a huge fan. But I’m-…My name’s ____.” You stumble a bit.
He nearly croons. Are you nervous? He’s the one staring at the girl of his dreams right now! Ah, and you’re such a good friend! Going out of your way to get your friend a gift like this! He swears he’d swoon over you if he could.
“Yeah? Birthday?” You nod as he regains a bit of his composure. “Cool. Cool. And are uh… are you a fan?”
“Me? Oh, this is actually my first game.” You admit. “But it was really fun watching you play. Your…line shots? I think? They’re super duper cool!” You beam up at him, he nearly clenches his heart in duress.
Ko gasps. “Thank you!! Sometimes I forget how to do ‘em!!” The two of you giggle a little together. “But I’m flattered regardless! Think after this match you’ll become a regular?”
You shrug. “Maybe. If I can find some time between school work.”
“College student?” You give him an affirming hum. “That’s really cool. Well - Hey, I’d like to see you again regardless?”
He rips a thin sheet of signing paper from the table beside him and bends to jot his phone number on it before folding it a couple times.
Ko turns back to you and somehow you’re even cuter than you were when he first looked at you. “If that’s… alright? Maybe we can catch a drink or something later?”
You give him a bit of a disbelieving smile but take it regardless. Belatedly he realizes what a small chance it was that you’d even be single. “O-Oh! Yeah sure that’d be great.”
Ko smiles excitedly, like he’s won twice today. “Great! Well, I’ll uh- I’ll talk to you later?”
“Definitely.” You smile, and he’s floating on cloud 9 as you start to walk away. “Bye!”
“Bye-Bye!”
♡ Atsumu Miya
Atsumu’s smile wavers when you shuffle into the front of the line but only because he’s a little too surprised to remain cordial. It’s not every day that your dream girl shows up in line to ask you for an autograph.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” He immediately grabs the foam ball to the left of him. “Didn’t know they let angels in here?”
You smile a little at his quip but you aren’t as affected by it as he’d like you to be. “Ah, that’s very kind of you, Miya-san. Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it, gorgeous.” His chair creaks as he stands up, and he cradles the toy between his elbow as he reaches for the novelty plushie in your hand. “So, who am I makin’ it out to?”
“My friend, Aiko? It’s her birthday.” You shift on your heels as he signs the doll. “She’s a huge fan. I really wanted to surprise her.”
“Yeah? That’s awful sweet of ya.” He smiles. You glow under the gym lights, he doesn’t know if it’s the afterglow of success or just the sheer desirability you exude that’s making you so painfully attractive to him right now. “What’s Aiko’s friend's name is what I really wanna know?”
“Me? Oh, my name’s ____.”
“Figures.” He tuts. “It fits ya, pretty.”
Atsumu bounces the ball sitting in the crook of his arm down to his palms as he hands you back the toy, quickly scribbling a little note on it before you can get the chance to thank him for his signature.
“Hey,” He leans in hushedly, you follow his lead, “It’s gonna kill me if I miss a chance like this, so here.” Atsumu sneaks the ball into your hands. “If you’re available?”
You glance at his handwriting on the ball and smile abashedly. The little giggle you let out makes his face hot. “Yeah? Sure thing.”
“A’right!” He leans back cheerfully, waving you off before the rest of his fans can catch on. “See ya later then, sweetpea.”
You smile as he twiggles his fingers at you from the stand, watching you disappear into the crowd even as his next fan stands in front to receive their own signature.
The ball crunches slightly against your wandering fingers.
“Your future boyfriend, Tsumu. <3 xxx-xxx-xxx.”
reblog = 1 prayer for aiko 😔
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petty!rin is so baby girl i love writing him as much as i love clingy!rin | warnings: profanity and lil ooc | mentions of food
itoshi rin, likes to believe that he is one rational man.
he truly is. he is a man grounded with rationality, the real definition of calm and quiet. he prides himself on his ability to be stoic and composed at all costs.
he is one to be blunt, approach what’s wrong head on with his words that bleeds. never to cower, never one to hesitate.
truly indeed, itoshi rin is a rational man.
so, why the fuck is he in the kitchen, tightening all jars that he could see?
apparently, when rin is faced with the seemingly impossible mission of getting you to talk to him after a small (he thinks so) disagreement, all rationality goes out the window.
suddenly, he finds himself overcome with a desperate need to hear your voice, to mend whatever rift has come between you. and so, he does the only thing he can think of at this point: he heads to the kitchen.
there, he methodically tightens every jar he can find, each twist of the lid a small act of rebellion against his own calm demeanor. he puts your favorite snacks up high on the shelf, just out of reach, hoping that you'll come to him for help.
on a normal day, rin would never do this. this is nothing but a foolish, incredibly ridiculous, absurd plan. he would never do something like this, but he exhausted every rational option he had at his disposal. he already asked you if you wanted takeout (you just looked at him, you never say no to takeout), asked if you knew where his cleats were because he couldn't find them (of course he knows where they are), and his last resort was to play your favorite show in the living room in the hopes that you'd join him on the couch.
nothing worked. zero successful attempts. nada.
you are officially ignoring him for 5 hours and 36 minutes (not that he’s counting, the wall clock in the living room is just obnoxiously big for its purpose and it keeps reminding him of the time, yup, that must be it).
and rin thinks if this goes on for much longer, you might suggest sleeping in the guest room out of stubborness. no, rin thought of the idea.
there’s no way in hell would rin sleep away from you. that’s just vile torture in his book. a cold ass bed without you? sleep without you in his arms? (he might genuinely prefer to be locked in a room with shidou than have that). that is atrocious, he needs to prevent that from happening, or else he would really lose it.
seemingly content with his scheme, rin places himself on one of the bar stools at the kitchen countertop to wait, boring holes into the bedroom door you've isolated yourself in. if this doesn't work, pinning you down until you utter a word to him may be the next best (worst) option.
after what felt like an eternity (it was ten minutes, max) to rin, you finally emerged from your shared bedroom with a purpose, and that is to fill your grumbling stomach. making your way in the kitchen, you ignored how rin is intently watching every step you make.
you open one of the cupboards to get your leftover bag of chips from yesterday, only to be met by an empty shelf. looking up, you see the said chips placed two shelves higher than usual.
when did that even get there?
hastily, you reached out for a stool to reach it. rin can’t help but let out a silent huff at the sight of you standing on a stool. that stool must be fucking with him, because why is it conveniently there?
rin shifts expectantly on his seat when he sees you looking for the jar of dip you always combine with your chips. and the heavens must be siding with him as he sees you annoyed and struggling to open the said dip.
“let me.”
you were about to deny his offer when you felt his chest already pressing on your back as he reached out for the culprit of your annoyance.
“thanks.” you timidly uttered, but rin didn’t move an inch from where he was pressing on you.
instead, rin tentatively wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple. you felt the side of his jaw on your temple, his other hand rubbing smooth circles on your shoulders, tapping on it three times.
you shut your eyes tightly at the feel of his touch, "rin," you started, but you didn't know how to continue.
“i know. i was in the wrong,” he trailed off, tapping three times once again on your exposed collarbone as if the gesture was a language you two only understand, “i’m sorry, y/n,” he said, voice laced with remorse.
you looked over your shoulder to meet rin's gaze. his eyes were soft, and his expression held a hint of guilt that you rarely saw. he seemed to be waiting for your response, and you took a deep breath before answering.
“i only want what's best for you, rin. seeing you exhaust yourself like that hurts me,” you explained, turning to face him and resting your hands on his chest. “and i'm sorry for being immature and ignoring you. it wasn't the right way to handle things.”
immature? only if you knew.
he tightened his grip on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “i hate it when we fight," he mumbled, his voice muffled. “it hurts when you don’t look at me.”
taken aback by rin's confession, you struggled to find the right words to alleviate what you’ve done. instead, you tapped three times in his chest, right where his heart beats.
in which you earned a - “not more than i do,” reply from rin, suggesting he understood.
“as you should, rinnie.” you replied with a playful teasing smile.
ah, there it was - the smile rin loved so much. the smile that always promises him that it will be fine - you two will be fine.
if it meant earning that smile over and over again, rin wouldn’t mind throwing out every ounce of rationality from his body.
he’ll never tell you about it though, you’d tease him to death. besides, if you knew, how could he use the same scheme again?
note. i love this trope in books so much that it's everything i think of lately (˘･_･˘)
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— shinichiro sano.
— male reader.
it was only years later, when shinichiro was whining about how he was lonely, that mikey’s eyes widened and he jumped up in the realization that he had forgotten about you.
you, shinichiro’s boyfriend of many years before he had died in the old time line. you, the absolute love of shinichiro’s life. you, who mikey remembers shinichiro blabbering about for hours at times.
holy fuck, how could he have forgotten?!
in his panic, he didn’t care how he bolted off his seat, eyes wide. “your boyfriend!”
shinichiro halted in his words, eyes widening in absolute shock. “what?! i’m not even gay— what are you talking about?!”
mikey only ignored him, eyes wide as he bolted out of the house. a few minutes later, he was slamming his hands against the table takemichi, draken, baji, kazutora sat in with determined eyes. “i need to say something, and no one can ask me how i know.”
draken already seemed tired, but the three others’ eyes lit up immediately, baji gasping loudly as they leaned forward curiously. “what?”
“i know shin’s future boyfriend and we need to get them to meet.”
the realization immediately dawned on takemichi’s face, but the three others only blinked. “shinichiro’s gay?”
“he’s bisexual, but he doesn’t know it yet.” mikey stated shortly, only fueling their confusion, but he only grinned widely. “so?”
“well, we’re in, obviously!”
that’s how the five of them ended up an hour finally finding you, mikey’s eyes softening in recognition, a quiet whisper briefly escaping his lips as memories of you taking care of him passed through his mind. “[y/n]…”
“hm?”
“nothing!” mikey hummed, setting a hand on his hip before pointing where you stood, everyone immediately turning along with him. their eyes widened, and baji turned to mikey with a scoff.
“no way, there is no way your brother can pull him!”
“i agree.” draken arched an eyebrow, turning to his best friend. “are you setting your brother up for failure?”
“no, [y/n]’s taste in guys is losers, trust me.”
kazutora scoffed. “that guy?”
they took one look at where you sat on a bench, head set back to lean on the wall behind you, your eyes shut and a cigarette between your lips. you wore such a basic outfit, a black baggy, a plain white t-shirt and a leather jacket, yet you looked like a fucking model, and the three turned to mikey again with a deadpan face with the exception of takemichi, who would be lying if he said he wasn’t just mildly amused.
in return, mikey grinned at them. “yup! now, let’s go.”
“wait, mikey, what’s the plan—“
he ignored them as he skipped to where you sat, stopping immediately in front of you. he ignored the urge to throw himself in your arms and scream about how much he missed you, instead clearing his throat, the action causing you to raise your head slightly, opening your eyes as you glanced at him, finding young teenager staring at you with challenging eyes. mikey grinned.
“fight me.”
and before you could even register his words, he lunged forward.
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“what possibly made you think fighting a random guy is a good idea?” you sighed tiredly, staring down at the five random guys in front of you as they laid on the ground, absolutely beat up. you made sure only to defend yourself and not to hurt them horribly, but making sure five kids stay safe while they were attacking you at once was not easy.
four of them only glared at the blond boy in the middle, who blinked back at them innocently. a boy with dark hair, who you faintly remember the blond calling ‘takemitchy’, rubbed his face in exasperation, mumbling something that only made the blond shake his head. “nu-uh, i—“
“i’m speaking.” you interrupted, unharmed, as you pinched the bridge of your nose in slight frustration. you were normally a nonchalant person, but you “what if i seriously wanted you hurt? what if i had back up? what if i had an actual fucking weapon?”
“you weren’t serious?!”
“you didn’t, though!” the blond chirped brightly, ignoring the long-haired boy’s yell. the four others groaned loudly, and he only poked his tongue out at them, turning to you after. “can we fight again?”
“no.” you muttered, crossing your arms. “call someone to pick you up.”
the blond’s eyes glistened, and the others paused in a sudden realization. “gladly.”
“you fucking son of a bitch.” the boy with black hair and blond streaks mumbled.
you ignored the whispers that followed after he texted someone as you leaned back on the wall, lightening up another cigarette. the dark-haired boy questioned something that made the blond pause for a second, before he turned to you sharply. “hey, are you single?”
“i’m not answering you.” you responded blankly. he pouted, then his eyes lit up.
“i’m mikey, by the way! these are draken, baji, kazutora and takemitchy!” he grinned, waving. “my brother, shinichiro, is picking us up! who are you?”
“i thought you already knew who he was— OW!” the long-haired boy, now recognized as baji, yelped once mikey nudged his elbow into his abdomen harshly, but mikey’s smile only widened innocently.
“so?”
you stared blankly at him. “no.”
“what? why?” he whined, pouting. “come on, it will be a while till shin arrives, we can get to know each other and—“
“mikey!” an unfamiliar voice hissed, and you watched as a black-haired figure rushed over to where the six of you stood, immediately causing the five boys to shoot up on their feet, mikey waving innocently.
“hi.”
“how many times did i tell you not to fight strangers?” he muttered, quickly checking over their injuries. mikey arched an eyebrow.
“at least i can fight.”
baji snorted and the three other figures cracked a small smile, but they all turned serious when the older boy, shinichiro if mikey had told you the name right, glared at them, before turning to you, absolutely exasperated. however, all you could focus on was how pretty he was, even when utterly distressed.
“i’m so sorry about them, they’re just…” his words faded off when your eyes met, his eyes widening slightly before he cleared his throat, standing up straighter while extending his hand. “i’m shinichiro sano.”
“told you.”
you both ignored the smug whisper of mikey as you accepted his hand, tilting your head slightly. “[y/n] [l/n].”
he visibly gulped, before scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “i’m sorry about their behavior.”
“it’s okay.” you hummed, eyes still locked with his, before you finally glanced at the five young teenagers, who were watching with wide curious eyes, and sighed. “they need to stop fighting strangers, though.”
“oh, yeah, absolutely,” he nodded quickly, but he seemed distracted. “strangers could seriously want them hurt, armed or have backup.”
“that’s exactly what [y/n] said!” mikey gasped. baji nodded quickly behind him, and you only blinked, turning back to shinichiro, who was still staring at you, seeming in a daze.
“are they always this uncomprehending?”
“uncompre-what?” baji responded. draken snorted.
“pretty much.” the older sano sibling mumbled before he blinked a few times and suddenly turned to mikey, eyes wide. “how did you know?”
“a magician never tells his secrets!” the blond beamed. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but shinichiro only turned back to you eagerly.
“will you be my boyfriend?” he rushed out, eyes wide as he stepped closer. behind him, the five boys’ jaws dropped.
“shin, that was totally lame!”
“i told you your brother is a loser, you owe me a thousand yen.”
“we didn’t even bet on anything!”
“oh, so that’s why he can’t pull.”
“hmm?” you hummed, turning to fully face him, and you could feel everyone watching you in anticipation. you only tilted your head, then shrugged. “meh, sure.”
at that, even shinichiro’s jaw dropped. “wait, seriously?!”
“see you later, boyfriend.” you ruffled his hair before turning around, a yawn escaping your lips as you felt everyone gape at your back.
“wait, give me your number!” shinichiro yelped helplessly after a few seconds of gawking at your back, but you only laughed loudly, the sound making his knees weak despite being so faint.
a week later, shinichiro walked into their home excitedly grinning as he informed mikey that he bumped into you again and managed to get your number this time. mikey only grinned knowingly, and takemichi turned to him.
“how were you so sure this would have worked?”
mikey’s smile softened, eyes glazing over briefly. “it worked when they were younger. they are made to last in every universe.”
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a/n hes so pathetic i am down so bad for him.
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Something short, but I promise you'll like it.
kakucho left Y/n single, and Sanzu is happy.
"I'm done with Y/n." Kakucho says during a night of playing cards at Bonten.
And as soon as he says that, silence settles in the place.
"Fuck, why didn't you say that before? I wouldn't even be here." Sanzu says breaking the silence.
"Where would you be Sanzu?" Kaku asks, fearing the answer.
"Where do you think he would be?" Rindou says making Ran laugh.
"Thank you for opening the door for me." Sanzu says laughing and pretending to take off a hat.
"Son of a bitch, stay away from her!" Kakucho says pointing his finger at Sanzu.
"Why are you so nervous? She's a single woman now, and I would be honored to comfort her heart that you just broke." Ran says fixing his tie.
"Fuck you, and Sanzu you have your bitches." Kakucho runs his hand through his hair and Sanzu lets out a giggle.
"Do you really think I would trade that golden girl for some whores? That woman is the dream of my life, bro." Sanzu says and Kakucho imagines a thousand ways to torture this addicted son of a bitch.
"You're a demon, you're going to hell and you won't take her with you." Kakucho says slamming his fist on the table.
"But while I'm on earth, I can take her to heaven."
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CIRCUS OF LOVE ♡
“oh. my. god. they're playing my chemical romance NICOLE you know i'm scared of emos 😟⛓🖤”
━━ sano manjirō x f!reader
synopsis. when the clown meet the emo, it turns into a whole circus; one that the audiences who are watching on the side lines call a circus of love.
genre. romcom. collage!smau.
status. DISCONTINUED CRINGE DO NOT READ.
note. reading back this series makes me cringe so bad—i just can't. ten chapters but filled with unnecessary conversations that aren't of any importance to the main plot. it's literally going no where. i mean, to be honest, i already forgot what the main plot even is. what a waste of creativity, i know.
taglist. closed.
jokesters - emos
(1). “ahhh u mad”
(2). “oh shit.”
(3). “COME BARK ☹️”
(4). “make up or make out”
(5). “it's all baji's fault >:(”
(6). “uncalled for 🙁”
(7). “bitches wanna be me”
(8). “its not a date”
(9). “who gonna tell her?”
(10). “anygays”
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not delusional sano brothers & haitani brothers.
-> haikyuu & jujutsu kaisen version
shinichiro sano.
“shin,” a little girl calls for her brother. curious hands safely holding shinchiro's phone as she runs through the shop to find her brother. reaching her destination, emma stands on the tip of her toes, holding out his phone up to his face, “who's this girl?”
shoving his cigarette down into the ashtray, shinichiro lifts emma onto his hip. he squints at the phone's screen before looking back at his eight year old sister with a smile, “curious?”
“mhm!”
emma sways her head side to side waiting for an answer from him. shinichiro takes his phone from her, placing it into his pocket while he walks out from his shop and to the house.
“she's my girlfriend.”
“GIRLFRIEND!?”
emma slaps both hands on her mouth, wide eyes looking at her brother in genuine shock. embarrassment settles in shinichiro, he did not need his little sister to shout so loudly. was it really that shocking!? he sets her down the moment he stepped into their home, letting out an airy laugh as he smoothens emma's skirt, “yes, i'm not lying.”
emma's face merges into another shocked expression, her eyebrows raised and her lips curved into an ‘O’. nodding twice emma runs off into the house, whisper-yelling “mikey! mikey!” she's probably going to tell him the jaw-dropping news.
manjiro sano.
draken's suspicious. mikey's been awfully quiet and smiles to himself a lot. raising an eyebrow, draken takes another sip of his drink, is he going crazy? he judges mikey again. for the fifth time this day, mikey's giggled and smiled to himself like a little girl thinking about her celebrity crush.
“what the hell is going on with you?!” draken questions, he takes hold of a random fork from the table, pointing it at mikey demanding an answer.
“say, ‘ken,” mikey speaks, resting both elbows on and clasping his fingers together, he leans in closer before continuing, “what would you do if you got a girlfriend?”
draken, though holding a normal expression, is currently surprised. what does mikey mean? did mikey score a girl? is he truly going insane? questions that'll never find their answers. opening his mouth to answer, draken immediately closes it—he has to think about his answer precisely.
“i'd probably want to show her off? why the fuck are you asking me this!?”
“perfect answer because you see,” mikey stops himself, he leans over the table to whisper in draken's ear, “I GOT A GIRL!” he shouts and receives a slap on the head.
“first of all, never do that again.” draken rubs his ear, rolling his eyes as he shoos mikey away.
“secondly, are your impulses getting worse? need me to get you your comfort snack?” draken genuinely questions. he thinks mikey's gone insane.
“...don't talk to me.” slapping his palms on the table, mikey dramatically slings his bag on his shoulder walking out the shop with fake tears.
ran haitani.
rindou opens the door after three knocks. he looks at you up and down for five seconds before concluding that you got the wrong house. so what does he do? he closes the door but luckily, ran saw you and held the door open.
“don't lock my girl out, rin.”
“sorry, my bad—YOUR GIRL!?”
rindou stops from walking back to his room and spins around immediately. he points at ran before pointing at you, clearly he's confused. from what rindou remembers, ran's a loser that sweet talks but never manages to get past that, so what does he mean by “my girl”?!
you stand there awkwardly while the two brothers bicker. ran's offended and rindou's just rindou. looking at the two brothers, you decide to stop them and introduce yourself.
“hello, i'm y/n.”
“hi, i'm rindou. anyways, RAN.”
he shouts ran's name, demanding further explaination. and what does ran do? shuffle past rindou while pulling you your wrist. he pulls you in front of him before looking back at his younger brother with a lazy smile, “i'll tell you the details later.”
rindou rolls his eyes, walking into his room but before that, he responds to ran, “you better. good night you two.”
rindou haitani.
“you look like a creep.” sanzu walks up to rindou, resting his cold soda on rindou's head. his eyes move to what rindou's watching and looks back to him with a teasing smile.
“what do you mean by creep.” rindou says, slapping off sanzu's drink.
“well, if i saw a random thirty year old man dressed in dark tones looking at a girl i'd think you're a creep—without context of course.” sanzu defends himself, sitting beside rindou slinging an arm over the bench's backrest.
rindou raises his middle finger to sanzu's face, he's not going to listen to him anymore. unlocking his phone, he texts you.
rindou smiles at your texts which creeps sanzu out. seriously, he's getting goosebumps so he must talk about it.
“gang executive smiles at silly texts with his girlfriend, how unsettling.” sanzu feigns a tremble, looking at rindou in pure disgust as if he committed a crime.
“shut up, pill popper and how did you know..” squinting his eyes at sanzu, rindou questions. how did sanzu know? what was bonten's number two doing to find out such information? how bored was sanzu?
giving rindou a grin, sanzu gives him a vague answer, “i have my ways.”
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pls tell me you’re gonna write that manjiro idea 🥲
𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 | 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎.
it’s quiet, late, and manjiro figures you’ll be in bed by now. he makes sure not to be too loud as he tiptoes into the house, making his way to the living room to collapse after a long day. but there’s a sound that makes him pause, and he almost panics for a moment, but then it sounds all too familiar.
he hears a giggle, then two, and then there’s a soft, goofy little smile spreading across his face as he listens to the sound of two voices and their joint laughter in the living room.
“that tickles, mommy!” your son laughs, small legs kicking around as you grin down at the small boy, fingers harassing his sides. manjiro drinks in the sight for a moment, heart clenching a little in his chest. he sees a mop of locks that mirror his own, and he sees you, looking happy and content and here.
he thinks he’s done something right for once—so right, so pure, so raw, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever do something this right in his life again.
“gotta tire you out, you little runt,” you laugh, tickling away as your son pleads mercy. “it’s way past bedtime.”
“i’m not tired!”
“oh yes you are,” you squint, frown curling on your pretty lips, and manjiro bites back a chuckle as he feels the urge to kiss your lips into a smile. “i can see it in your eyes.”
“but i wanna wait for daddy!” and by now, with that one measly sentence, manjiro’s heart is aching even more. it’s an ache that runs deep—so deep, it seeps into the years of his childhood, ones where he wondered why his mother’s gentle fingers didn’t soothe through his hair as he fell asleep, or why his father’s strong arms didn’t haul his tiny figure on top of two shoulders to peer down at the rest of the world.
but now, he has his shoulders to set a tiny body on himself, and your fingers thread through both his and your son’s heads and lull them to sleep. there’s a feeling that bubbles deep within him that he has this to return home to, two people that await for his return just as he awaits for his arrival.
“he’ll tickle you worse if he finds out you’re still up,” you warn, and finally, you relent. with a pinch to his chubby cheek, you pick him up and set your son on your lap, smiling down at him with a soft grin. “you can sleep with me tonight,” you murmur, “daddy will join us when he comes back.”
and if his eyes are a tad bit wet, and his lips wobble the slightest bit, manjiro pays it no mind. he has a family now. he has a son, who has two parents, and some day, he wants to hear the pitter patter of more than one set of little feet hitting the ground. he wants mornings of tiny bodies jumping onto bed to wake him up and land on his chest, he wants to read a bedtime story that turns into two more when soft voices plead with pouty lips, and he wants to wake up every morning and know he’s not just sano manjiro.
because right now, to the small child sat in your lap, he’s daddy, and some day, he’ll be just dad when his son grows out of his youth, but he’ll still be manjiro’s son. and manjiro will still be his father.
and you’re here too, and he wonders what he’s done to deserve you, but when your eye meets his from his spot at the living room entrance, he doesn’t care. he just knows he did it, and he’s glad.
“always knew i was his favorite,” manjiro says with a smug grin. if you hear the slight waver in his voice, you choose not to mention it, and he’s grateful.
“you’re no one’s favorite,” you roll your eyes. he pouts, stalking over to where you sit on the couch, collapsing beside you and leaning into your side.
“i’m your favorite,” he insists, hugging your waist. pressing a kiss to your shoulder, he turns his attention to your son. “tell mommy i’m your favorite too, buddy.”
“mommy will be sad,” you son pouts softly, eyes wide as he stares up at his father, and manjiro shifts to make it easier for him to climb onto his father’s lap.
“you’re right,” manjiro whispers. “mommy will be sad. can’t have that, can we?”
“nuh uh,” your son shakes his head.
“nuh uh,” manjiro agrees, smiling and poking the tiny dimple on your son’s cheek. “wanna sleep in our bed tonight?” and when the little boy in his lap squeals in glee, you think maybe your smile is a bit wobbly too, leaning into manjiro’s side and feeling him hug you tighter. “i call being in the middle.”
“no, i want middle,” your son whines.
“too late, i said it first,” manjiro teases with a laugh.
“i’ll send you to the couch,” you warn, but despite the sternness in your voice, you lean in and press a sweet kiss to his lips.
and even if your son makes a sound of disgust, manjiro is glad that he’ll grow up to witnesses this—this love, and this home, and this family.
“so mean,” manjiro huffs, “isn’t mommy so mean?” he turns to the boy on his lap, and even though it is way past bedtime, manjiro thinks he’ll stay up with you both a little longer, holding your figures close to his chest as he cherishes his childhood dreams finally in his grasp.
sobs loudly. dad manjiro. that’s the idea. that’s it.
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i was watching a romcom and there was a scene that i thought was SO hanma 😂 or any of the boys tbh lol where the reader is mad at him cause he said something mean and gets out of the car to walk cause she didnt wanna ride with them in the car, all while hanma or whoever drives slowly next to you while apologizing, trying to get them back in the car, and also cussing/threatening death at the people honking behind him 😂😂
[ 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈
okay, truth be told, hanma didn’t exactly mean it when he said your voice was annoying, it’s not like he hates the sound or anything—in fact, he loves it, he really does. it’s just that it was annoying at the time. you were mad, and he was mad, and you wouldn’t stop, and he just snapped. a little harsher than he probably needed to, sure, but then again, this was hanma shuji you were dealing with.
but when you pause your rant about god knows what, mad him for god knows why, (he wasn’t really listening) and stare him up and down with narrowed eyes, he knows he’s fucked up. and it’s only solidified in his mind when you leave the car as soon as he stops at a red light.
after a moment of sitting frozen in shock, he processes that you’re gone—in the middle of the night, on this part of town.
“hey,” hanma pulls up next to you in his car, driving slowly along side you to match your pace. “baby, come on, i didn’t mean it. let’s just talk about it in the car—”
“i’m not getting in there with you, asshole. don’t talk to me shuji, don’t look at me, don’t drive next to me, don’t even fucking think about me.” he groans, internally cursing himself out for running his mouth. you’re even more stubborn than he is when you want to be, and even though he finds it quite hot on most days, today is not like most days.
“baby, i’m sorry, okay? there, i said it. i love your voice, even if it sounds like nails on chalkboard sometimes, i still love it! really, i—”
“nails on chalk—are you trying to become single?” you growl, making him pause and frantically try to take back his poor choice of words.
and here lies your love for hanma shuji, you think, the rage bubbling over you in waves. and to make matters worse, it seems hanma’s held up a line behind him, cars honking behind you as he drives slowly to keep up beside you.
“no, no, no, baby listen. that came out wrong. your voice is wonderful, melodic even. i hear it in my dreams, i swear. now how about you get in the—”
“drive faster, you fucking idiot,” a man calls behind your boyfriend, rolling his window down to stick his head out. hanma clenches his jaw and rolls his own window down, sticking his head out to yell out a rebuttal.
“i’ll kill you right where you fucking sit, you wanna test your luck today, tough guy?” turning back to you, hanma smiles sweetly.
“my pretty baby, look at all these people i’ll have to kill by the end of the night if you don’t come in already. you always get mad at me for killing people unnecessarily. have some mercy and spare a man from sleeping on the couch,” he reasons. “my back hurts on there.”
“a lot more than your back is gonna hurt if you don’t leave me alone,” you snarl. “go away, i’m not getting in the car with you. i’m walking home.”
“baby, home isn’t for another fifteen minutes. and that’s by car. i’m sorry, i’m the worst, i’m absolutely despicable. now why don’t you sit in the car and be mad at me from in here? how’s that sound?” he smiles hopefully at you, nodding slightly to encourage you to enter the vehicle further.
his smile drops when you grumble out, “sounds like it’s not happening.”
another honk makes him turn, furiously muttering under his breath about how he’d be happy to hide a few bodies on this fine evening as his head peeks out the window once more.
“what’s the hold up? we got places to be,” someone calls from another car. hanma’s scowls as he slows down even further to accommodate for the fact that you’re now walking uphill.
“unless you dream for death, i’d shut the fuck up if i were you,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at the long line of cars formed behind him as if they’d inconvenienced him. it’s almost comical how quickly he switches back and forth from frantic boyfriend to heartless criminal—you’d have been amused had you not been so angry at the moment.
and how fitting it is, hanma thinks, that he’d chosen the most inopportune time to drive down a one-lane road.
“you’re holding everyone up, shuji,” you mutter bitterly. “better get a move on.”
“not without you,” he refuses. sighing, and then clearing his throat and flashing you an innocent smile when you send him a glare, he tries to reason with you once more. “baby, come on, please get in the car. you know how this side of town is at this hour.”
“oh, you want me in the car, do you? are you sure you want me in there? what if i breathe annoying too?” he scoffs, looking at you as though you’ve lost your mind.
“even if you’re the most annoying person on this planet, and you make me want to go on a killing spree sometimes, i still love you, okay? i’d rather hear your annoyi—i mean beautiful voice than not at all, okay?” and the apology is far from perfect—if anything, it only makes your scowl deepen—but it’s the best you’ll get from hanma. and you know he means it too, even if he doesn’t always say the right things or have the right words, his heart beats for you, and his mind is clouded with thoughts of nothing but you. always.
and you know that if it was anyone else who’d said the same words he had earlier, they wouldn’t have lived to tell the tale. and as morally skewed as that is, it’s still an oddly romantic sentiment from your boyfriend.
“well, your voice is ugly,” you mutter.
“the ugliest,” he agrees instantly.
“and you’re mean to me.”
“i’ll be nice from now on,” he nods seriously. and to his relief, you slowly start to make your way over to the car with a sigh, making him press on the break so you can climb in. as soon as he’s sure you’ve buckled your seatbelt, he’s off, driving much faster than the speed limit, but you’re too tired to care at the moment. “well,” he pouts, turning to look at you. “looks like i didn’t get to kill anyone tonight. that’s a bummer.”
you remain silent.
“come on,” he groans. “now we’re onto the silent treatment too? i said i was sorry.”
you still don’t offer an answer, and hanma exhales deeply, slumping into his seat as he drives, mentally preparing himself for a long night alone. and cold. and on the couch.
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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU DECIDE TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT
ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, rindou haitani & ran haitani
warnings: kinda jealous reader @ ran’s but nothing toxic
after the heated argument you had with MIKEY earlier, you deem it best to give him—and yourself—some space tonight so you grab your pillow and blanket, ignoring your boyfriend who’s been waiting for you to slide in next to him in bed. when he realizes what you’re doing, he immediately scoots over to the edge, putting one of his pillows between him and your side. “there. you won’t even know i’m here.” you don’t give him his desired reaction—which is any reaction from you—so he hastily continues. “i won’t snore, baby. and i won’t hog the blanket. i’ll stay on my side. i promise.” “mikey-“ “just sleep here.” he grabs your wrist, the plea in his voice piercing right through your heart. you can’t find it in yourself to deny him. “okay.” soon, silence fills the air and in the darkness of your bedroom, it’s hard to tell if mikey’s fallen asleep until you feel his fingers carefully intertwining with yours. when you don’t pull away, he secures your hand in his grip, giving it a gentle squeeze. “are you awake?” he softly asks. “yeah. why?” “i wanted to say i’m sorry.”
you’re spreading out the flat sheet over the couch, tucking the seams into the crevices when BAJI plops down on the cushions. you simply release a sharp exhale lest another argument arises. “will you please move?” you try not to focus on the smile on his lips. not letting it win you over the way it did all those months ago—the way it still does. “i will. only ‘cause you said please,” he obliges but it doesn’t do much as he only moves an inch. “you know,” baji continues, “you can always come back to bed. or we can sleep here. anywhere’s fine. i’ll let you decide.” when you don’t react, his smirk falters. you should be talking his ears off by now like you usually do, not ignoring him. “listen, i just don’t want you to be alone,” he says in a serious tone. “i just think we need space.” “we don’t.” “keisuke, i don’t wanna fight.” “i’d rather you yell at me instead of ignoring me like this.” you scoff, “isn’t that what got us here in the first place? apparently, i nag too much.” “you know i didn’t mean it.” “well, it sounded like you did.” taken aback at the slight crack in your voice, you turn your back on baji but he doesn’t let you walk away as he hugs you from behind. “i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry.” he murmurs against your shoulder, holding you even closer when you relax into his touch. “will you come to bed? or are you gonna keep making me look like a bad boyfriend who lets you sleep alone? hm?” he spins you slowly so you’re face-to-face, “is that your plan?” “yeah, kei. you got me,” you sarcastically reply with a smile that baji can’t help but mirror. “can’t get rid of me even if you try.”
CHIFUYU is just about to get ready for bed but upon exiting the bathroom, he’s greeted by the sight of you tossing your pillow onto the couch, your blanket draped over your body. he immediately puts two and two together, hurrying over to you. “hey,” he whispers in the soothing tone you love so much that you have to steel yourself when he takes your hand and you twist it out of his grasp. “we don’t do this,” he pleads, “we never do this.” “it’s late, chifuyu. go to bed,” you try to say as benignly as you can but given the situation, it only makes your boyfriend more frantic. “not without you.” you meet his gaze but just as quickly, you break the eye contact with a sigh, “don’t do that.” “do what?” “that,” you point at his eyes—his attempt at puppy dog eyes, to be specific. whether or not it’s intentional doesn’t matter because either way, you’re not immune. “whatever it is you’re doing, stop it. i’m supposed to be mad.” “but you’re not… anymore…” assessing the expression on your face, chifuyu carefully places his hands on your hips. “…right?” you’re not so you let him pull you close as you snuggle up to him. “i can’t stay mad at you.”
“this is ridiculous,” RINDOU exclaims when you still haven’t changed your mind after his multiple attempts to get you to stay in bed. you scoff, “you made it very clear you wanted to be alone.” “yeah. hours ago.” “i’m just giving you what you want,” you retort, making him sigh in defeat. “you know what? fine. suit yourself.” rindou finally retreats to your supposedly shared bedroom, leaving you in the living room by yourself. it hurts, you admit, but at the moment you’re also too pissed at him to make up and you think maybe this is him giving you what you want since you wouldn’t relent anyway. because of your pride, you’re left with no choice but to constantly shift on the couch for a comfortable enough position until sleep is forced to take over you despite the ache in your chest. what you don’t expect is waking up the next morning to the sight of your boyfriend curled up on the single seater sofa across from you.
“they’re just a colleague. i swear,” RAN reasons with you, desperation slowly seeping into into his normally levelled voice upon seeing you reach for your blanket, “do you really think i can do that?” “i don’t know.” you know he can’t. despite his notoriety, he’s never given you any reason to doubt him so why are you bothered now? “baby, come on,” ran grabs your wrist before you can walk out the room, “you know i don’t leave the house unless it’s for work. even we barely go on dates.” at that, you harshly shrug his hand off, tossing the blanket onto the bed. “are you trying to be single?” if the situation was any different, the way his eyes widen would’ve been comical. “no!” and his fingers instantly latch onto yours. “no,” he repeats softly this time, giving your hands an experimental tug. when you don’t resist, he fully takes you into his arms and swears, “you’re the only one for me.” soon, relief washes over him as he feels you hug his waist and a smile forms on his lips. “don’t be so jealous, angel,” he coos, his tone reverting to its usual lilt, “you’re dating a haitani. it’s bound to happen.” “one more word and you’re sleeping with your stupid baton tonight.” ran only laughs at your empty threat. “so serious,” he teases as he places a kiss on your temple, “i love you.”
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Do not speak | Ran Haitani
"Wow, being without you sucks"
Pairing: Ran Haitani X Wife!Reader
This must suck, but I just imagined this out of the blue, and I needed to write it down.
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"Your wife is quite beautiful, Ran." Sanzu says looking at Ran's phone, who was looking at some pictures of him and his wife.
"Do you want to fucking die?" Ran says seriously.
"I'm just saying!" Sanzu says raising his hands in surrender.
"Then don't fucking say." Ran says pushing Sanzu.
"Tell him what happened to the last guy who 'Just spoke', Ran" Rindou says laughing.
"Ran is the toxic husband?" Kakucho says laughing with her arms crossed.
"I'm just taking care of what's mine." Ran says laughing again.
"Well if I had a wife like that too-" Sanzu says being cut off by Ran, who grabs him by the collar.
"Motherfucker, I'm warning you." He says, and even so, Sanzu laughs enjoying the situation.
"Come on Ran, let that maniac go." Kakucho says lighting a cigarette.
Ran releases Sanzu with a certain reluctance, and returns to sit beside Rindou.
"What is the problem?" Rindou says, noting his brother's different behavior.
"I haven't spoken to her in three days." Ran says, and Rindou laughs to see his brother who is so cold to people, pouting and sulking for not talking to his wife for three days.
"Don't worry, just a few more days." Rindou says patting his brother on the shoulder.
"Wow, being without you sucks." Ran says looking at the alliance on his finger.
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