春のParfum　誘われ目覚める / 愛を閉じ込めた　記憶と思い出たち  …  This

RUIN MY PLANS ! sae itoshi x manager! reader. fluff.

☆彡– really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.

even in the beginning, it was always just sae and soccer.

(wrong. there was also rin– who used to idolized him as one would a celebrity, and his supportive parents– who sent him snacks and supportive notes when he was abroad.)

nevertheless, there really was no one in the small world of sae itoshi; hidden beneath the bitter guise of frigid thunder and even icier storms– until you first came in as his own brand new manager, (slightly naive) smile differing strikingly from his indifferent countenance.

you've unsolicitedly trampled all over his once-tranquil paradise over the years, sae thinks, because now he can't imagine a future without you– it makes his skin crawl and it feels sickening. how mediocre of him.

and just as sae starts to slowly accept the unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions in his life after denying his feelings for so long, his fragile world collapses again.

"i'm going to resign soon."

oh.

sae's heart sinks to his stomach. he feels like his whole world is falling apart– just like in the movies– and he's infuriated. resentment always came easily to sae, after all; but the fact that it's you makes his stomach churn.

(you, who unexpectedly won a place in his life with your lukewarm anecdotes, stupid laughter and reckless work habits. really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.)

the soft music thrumming through the speakers of an expensive restaurant fuels his rage even more, and you're still sitting there nonchalantly– calm and composed, expression showing no signs of discomfort nor awkwardness.

and it really pisses him off.

he's treated you so well over the years too; trying to be on his best behaviour on his interviews with the press (read: not walking off); listening half-heartedly to your ramblings on how to increase his popularity (though he couldn't care less); and even going so far as to mind his language sometimes.

upon further reflection, maybe he really was the jerk here.

but in contrast to his internal turmoil, sae's demeanour remains tepid save for the slight furrow of his eyebrows. "huh? what's wrong with you?"

it comes out a lot harsher than intended.

you've known sae long enough to read his minuscule body language, and that the slight wince at his own words mean that he's a little apologetic– not that his ego would have ever allowed him to admit it. (if anything, it makes you realise that you've stayed in this job too long for your liking.)

–it's absolutely unhealthy to be around him for so long, you affirm to yourself. that's why you're resigning after six gruelling years.

the way you shift in your chair almost makes him worry.

"it's nothing big, i just want to start a normal life." you respond, albeit tentatively. "maybe cut off travelling around for a bit, have a less stressful job, get a partner–"

he scoffs at that. (it's not due to jealousy, definitely.) "you could do that even while being a manager; it's just a little busier than a normal life. plus, it's not too stressful, is it?"

you work more than 17 hours on busy days– even answering his spur of the moment midnight calls. as much as an eye candy as sae is, you don't think your heart can handle him much longer despite how unaffected you look.

(little did you know, he would've long cut back on the immense workload if you had so much as mentioned it– he would have gone beyond limits to keep you by his side, because you're the only constant in his world of football. and he likes that.)

"i suppose so– i guess settling back into Japan might make dating a lot easier, as well as stop my parent's nagging." you sigh. "they're constantly pestering me on when i'll get married."

sae's had his share of flings in europe before– so he has no idea why his heart races so fast at the mere thought of a reckless idea.

"so date me."

you choke. his face stays stoic, utterly contradicting to the way he swallows thickly– he really is a mess. now he's ruined every single healthy relationship he's ever had in his life.

and never in your life did you think you would get to hear sae itoshi ask you out, even if it was just for his own benefit. "it won't hinder with your work, and it'll be easy to convince your parents, won't it?"

you hate how persuasive he is.

(that night, you end up making a decision that might just cost you more than your sappy feelings.)

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE HELLO.

fic where u bite off aira’s socks to reveal his ugly ass feet 🤤🤤

UGLY???? THEY ARE THW MOST DELICIOUS CONCRETE SLAPPERS 😍😍😍😍

Aira sat next to you, splayed out over the couch. He kept complaining about the intense heat, whining on and on about how much he was sweating

"Shouldn't you take your socks off then? Maybe you'll feel less hot afterwards."

The blonde pathetically stretched his arms out, before lying back down and claiming that it wad 'too much exercise in this type of heat'. Well, you couldn't just let your boyfriend get a heatstroke..

You reached over, grabbing one of his feet. You made eyecontact with your confused boyfriend as you slowly brought your mouth closer to his foot, before placing your teeth around the fabric. You sensually dragged the fabric off of his smooth foot, while the boy desperately tried to stop you- this was too embarrassing for him!

That was when you started violently pulling at his sock, tearing it apart like a wild beast. The fabric ripped apart while you spun like a crocodile trying to take a chunk out of its prey. Aira was screaming at this point, his eyes brimming with tears as he helplessly watched his lover tear away at his sock.

When you were finally done you admired his exposed dog, brushing away some stray pieces of torn fabric. Aira looked up at you in fear, before hesitantly extending his other leg towards you. He shyly asked if you could take the other sock off too...

I'm going to kill myself

いとしりん　

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# 04 - requiem for a dream

— MLIST ;; did u guys know? i rlly like otoya

WARNINGS !! smoking, explicit mentions of smoking marijuana; NSFW, mentions of masturbation + otoya wanting to have sex w/ reader

the practice on the following day bored y/n quite a lot. there were no friendly practice matches and no one paid her much attention except for karasu, who'd try to flex his muscles and his soccer skills for the girl every now and then but would get immediately stopped by kenyu.

nagi would sometimes plop down next to her, asking her if she's got any games on her phone since reo took his but he'd leave as fast as he came due to the purple player dragging him back to the pitch.

what y/n found the most peculiar was rin. the black-haired man hadn't paid her any attention ever since she came. well, he didn't do that yesterday either but ever since her argument with him, (and the twitter conversations) she expected him to say something to her or at least look at her but much to her dismay, he didn't. he was far too focused on scoring to care.

y/n was practically dying of boredom just 30 minutes into the match until her daydreaming state was ruined due to the loud entrance of eita.

eita looked worse than he did the previous day. his hair was messed up, his beanie was nowhere to be found, there was evident blush and sweat decorating his features—he also had a lopsided smile.

what surprised her the most however, was the familiar scent of marijuana that echoed throughout him—it was obvious to anyone who looked at him for more than 2 seconds to realise that he had been smoking.

she was the first to greet him, she rushed quickly towards him before anyone could question him.

she wrapped him into a hug—an action that was happily reciprocated by the taller man.

she leaned her face into the crook of his neck, her lips close to his ear and mumbled 'meet me in the parking lot after practice, kay?'

eita froze, he didn't say anything but slowly nodded at her after she pulled apart—the same smile plastered across his features yet his eyes told a different story, his eyes looked as if he'd accomplished something extraordinary.

the pair of teenagers—specifically y/n were unaware that a set of teal eyes had been staring at them since the man's arrival. rin didn't know why but ever since y/n hugged eita, he was desperate to punch something or someone.

but those thoughts left as soon as they came. once y/n pulled apart, he quickly removed his eyes from her figure and began to play as if nothing had happened however, he knew couldn't shake away those thoughts.

he looked at eita again, he was smiling—other than the effects of the drug, just what did y/n say to him that made him like that? he wondered but he knew he didn't have time to dwell on such mundane matters so instead of questioning or hypothesising, he took his attention back to the ball that placed near his shoes.

he'll just ask eita another time.

eita was joyous, to say the least. not only did the drug make him feel as if he's been walking in clouds but the realization that y/n —someone he'd pinning for (at least) a day now—had asked to meet him somewhere private yet happiness was short-lived since her father—the coach, finally noticed him and began to scold him for being so very late.

karasu took this opportunity to walk and sit down next to y/n on the benches and question her about what she could've possibly said to eita to make him look so joyous.

once he asked, y/n just shrugged—not even bothering to elaborate. he tried to pester her further but all his attempts were futile. he didn't lost hope though but was forced to give up once he heard his coach calling for him.

at last, a good thing came to y/n’s day after all. she couldn't wait to meet eita in the parking lot.

once the practice nearly died out and most of the team was busy getting rehydrated. y/n slipped out carefully from the benches to make her way to the parking lot but not before sending off a wink in eita's direction as an indication and reminder for their activities.

otoya wasn't a bad a person—no, far from it; he was a good friend, a good brother and an amazing soccer player.

yet there was a field in which he lacked—romantic relationships. he wasn't ever the one to involve himself in the world of dating, he'd rather prefer to hook up with someone once or twice and leave them be.

but he wasn't a heartless creature, he'd make sure that the other party was aware of what they were getting themselves into and if the other ever caught feelings? then that's on them. besides, he stayed friends with numerous people he hooked up with—including karasu, that's how they had met and now? their hookups were long forgotten and they were simply just friends.

otoya wasn't a perv either. well, he sort of us was but there was a side to him that would scream out in guilt everytime he ever had lewd thoughts or did something unacceptable by society.

so when he saw the coach's daughter entering the gym, he couldn't help but be infatuated by her. maybe it was the way her breasts looked or her thighs? he didn't know. all he knew was that he wanted to get a taste of her, no matter the cost.

a part of him felt guilty for feeling such a way towards his coach's daughter but all sense left him when he realised the effect she has caused to him.

that night, when he arrived late at home and sore from practice; he rushed to the bathroom, not to shower but to get rid of the seemingly unnoticeable yet uncomfortable problem that he had.

he let the predictable movement of water dull out the sounds of his groans and grunts as he began to take care of his problem, all while wishing, imagining that she were the one doing it for him.

so when today, she requested him to meet him at the parking lot, he couldn't help but let his imagination wander but, he knew that he still had practice and should focus on it. ultimately, he chose to slack off instead—i mean, he was already high and maybe he'd get a memory to treasure so it was a reasonable trade, no? just one day of practice for a lifetime of lewd imagery that would bless his mind.

he was excited, to say the least. when she winked in his direction when he was busy drinking water. the unnoticeable action did wonders to his lower half and he couldn't wait to get rid of his frustrations soon.

he walked a few moments later, nodding goodbye to his team as he made his way to the parking lot where he saw her standing so innocently in the parking lot which was now mainly empty except for a few cars that belonged to other club members.

'hey eita,' she called out to him. the way his name fell out of her tongue made him wish to completely destroy her to the point where his name was the only one she could mutter.

'please, call me otoya,' he spoke, in turn. ''kay, 'toya, do you have a car?' she inquired.

a devilish smirk appeared on his face, 'no but we can narrow tabito's, i'm sure he wouldn't mind, why?'

'well... i just need some of the stuff,' she spoke, 'y'know? i smelled marijuana from you today.'

oh. so that's why she wanted to meet him. right, no girl like her would ever want to meet someone like him for anything but weed. his disappointment was immeasurable but nonetheless, he responded to her in hopes that maybe once she'll allow him to get his way with her.

'yeah, got a whole stash,' he said, trying to not make his disappointment evident. 'you smoke?' he asked as he lead her towards tabito's car.

'mhm, yeah. tried to stop before moving here and was successful 'til i met you and now i want to feel it again,' she explained. 'then, y/n, you're going to love what i have.'

the walk towards tabito's car was short-lived. he opened the door as fast as he could with his already stoned state. he was careful to not get caught by any teachers or club members here nor did he want tabito to interrupt them.

the two teenagers finally sat themselves in the car with eita on the driver's seat and y/n on the passenger's.

finally, eita reached into the dashboard of the car and removed his stash of marijuana. the plant was welcoming y/n, she was desperate to smoke it.

eita noticed her eagerness and stifled a chuckle, he took the drug out of it's container and began to roll a blunt for her as efficiently as he could.

eventually he succeeded and placed it in the teenager's mouth; after doing so, he made one for himself as well.

y/n allowed the drug to intoxicate her senses, robbing her of any sense she had earlier. she felt light, as if her worries had been drained and removed from her body with the smoke she exhaled. there was a sort of peace that came with this. so what if she was harming herself? as long as she could feel at such an ease, she'd willingly sacrifice herself for it.

'how do you feel?' eita asked her with a grin on his face. a smile had found it's way onto her features as well, 'better than i felt all week.'

'that's good to hear,' he said as he turned to look at her, 'you should smile more, makes you look pretty.'

she ignored him as she took another inhalation of the plant. she felt happy, giddy, light-headed. she couldn't get enough.

she looked at the man next to her, she felt a sort of admiration for him. 'thank you for this 'toya,' she said. the man next to her looked at her in shock as if his ears were deceiving him.

'for what?'

'dunno. guess for the weed? most of my old friends wouldn't even let me near the stuff since they were scared for my health,' she explained, starting to feel bittersweet over the remembrance of her dear friend, kunigami rensuke, who'd always look out for her health.

y/n began to talk again, explaining her old life to the stranger next to her. maybe it was the effects of the drug but she felt so at ease that she was willing to tell him everything about her life even though she only met him yesterday.

eita, too, felt the same way. maybe the drugs but he didn't mind telling her about his familial life or any of his problems either—things he didn't even tell tabito, his best friend.

they spent a few hours in the car, talking, smoking and getting to know each other better. by the end of the night, otoya dropped her off at her house as he bid her good bye but not before asking her if they would ever do that again, to which, she had just said 'we'll see.'

otoya didn't care anymore. all the lewd thoughts he had about the woman were lost like the exhalation of the smoke that penetrated and destroyed his body.

he didn't care anymore, he didn't care about whether or not he had sex with her. honestly? he'd prefer talking to her than having sex. he'd gladly chose her over any other thing, if promised to recreate such an evening.

with one last look at her white, mundane house, he went back to his car, scrolling through a few photos he took of her and him today. he smiled a bit—it was a genuine of smile of happiness.

even though, most of his time spent with her consisted of him being high, he was sober enough to know that he really enjoyed her company and desired to spend more time with her, sober, without the effects of drugs.

it wasn't a crush nor was it him wanting to get between her pants, no, far from it. he just wanted to get close with her since he believed that she understood him better than anyone else.

it was a messed-up, intimate relationship that otoya enjoyed. he smiled thinking of a few memories of the day, he really did enjoy her presence.

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@seventh-mystery can’t believe you predicted it rune 😱😱😱

✦ — 18. CLOSURE

dream flashbacks have always irritated you. because waking up after having one typically leaves you with the same exact feeling of pain as when you initially had it. the pain you felt when he chose to let go, in this circumstance.

heaving as you sit upright with dried tears staining your cheeks, you wake up in your all too familiar bedroom, alone.

then, the hangover kicks in.

"ah!" you hunch over and hold your forehead in pain. you feel nauseated, but it's bearable.

you spend the next few minutes whimpering to yourself as you feel your head spin inside your skull.

you don't hear the bedroom door open or the footsteps approaching.

"drink this." slim hands place a tray of water and some meds on the bedside table.

your head snaps up almost immediately after hearing the voice. this causes your head to throb more.

a sigh. "take it easy."

while trying to recover from the pain, you speak meekly, "ano ginagawa mo rito?"

he took a while to respond, "i drove you home after the party," he says. "and before you start jumping to conclusions, walang nangyari," he adds quickly.

ah, right. nag-inuman nga pala kagabi.

you hide a scoff. you hate how well he still knows you after all this time.

bits and pieces of last night come back to you. the disco lights, music, dance floor, kazuha's stunt, the confrontation, passing out... after that, you have no recollection of anything.

"that doesn't answer my question. bakit ka nandito?" in front of me, is what you implied.

as he looks at you, he has an indescribable expression on his face.

“drink first," he says, gesturing towards the tray.

as much as it infuriates you that he's bossing you around in your own house, you really need to do something about the headache, so you silently take the medicine.

as you drink down the water, several things go through your mind. your pulse beats quicker as you consider all the things he may say in the next few minutes. it’s most likely the one thing you’ve been asking him for the past year.

placing the tray back on the bedside table, you take a deep breath and look him in the eye. he's been observing you carefully ever since he entered the room.

"feel better?" he asks.

"get to the point, de vera," you command.

"right." he sucks in a breath, as if nervous, but it doesn't show on his face. "an explanation," he mutters.

you let out a humorless laugh, waiting for him to say anything. you try your hardest to make it seem like you're uninterested in what he has to say, making a show of not caring anymore, but you know deep inside that it's all in vain. you do care, and it shows.

he looks at you straight in the eye, serious and determined. he takes his time thinking of the proper words to say and where to start. you keep your silence the whole time.

"last year," he begins. "my sister was diagnosed with a severe vascular condition that needed operation. a high risk one," he reveals.

audibly gasping at this revelation, you reflexively inch closer to him in surprise.

“ano? si ate ei? bakit wala akong narinig tungkol dito? walang sinabi si miko?" you search his eyes for signs of lying or mirth, but you see none.

he sighs, "it was something we agreed not to disclose to anyone except close family."

ah. that hurts. “eh si jax?”

kuni nods silently, guilt flashing in his eyes.

he told jax but not you.

"seems like people love to keep things from me," you dryly state.

"don't be mad at them. ako nagpilit sa kanila na itago sa'yo."

"bakit?"

"...we'll get to that," he says.

"kamusta na si ate?" his sister was usually busy, so you weren't as close to ei as you are to miko, but she accepted you warmly when he introduced you to her and has even offered assistance in the past. you genuinely regret not being there to support her when she needed it.

"there were some complications during the surgery, pero okay na siya ngayon. she fully healed and is back to work," he explains.

you sigh in relief, "that's good." he hums in agreement.

with the initial worry and surprise gone, questions flood your head. "ano kinalaman ng lahat na 'to sa ginawa mo?"

so his sister got sick and decided that you weren’t a priority anymore and discarded you with no explanation whatsoever?

"you know our situation, don't you? we have no parents, si ate lang nagtratrabaho para sa'ming dalawa. then, she suddenly got sick."

"and?”

kuni swipes his hair back and lets out a breath, "we struggled financially trying to pay the hospital bills, along with other expenses. tumulong si ate miko, pero kulang. i had to catch all the responsibility and took on multiple jobs."

late replies, missed calls, cancelled plans, stood up dates— "that's why i saw you less."

"that's why you saw me less," he repeats regretfully.

it still doesn't make sense to you. "why would you keep something like that from me?" you could've supported him. you would've supported him.

you'd have understood where he came from.

did he not trust you?

"i..." kuni falls silent. hesitant. he had an honest reason for everything that had transpired then. but he's done. he no longer has a clear justification for doing those things and leaving you hanging. it was all due of his cowardice.

"i didn't want you to see me in such a state," he admits.

you suck in a breath, feeling your eyes burn. "that’s stupid. that doesn't make sense."

"i know," he agrees. "i know, [name]. pero alam kong 'pag nakita mo akong ganon, gagawin mo ring problema 'yon—"

"of course i would’ve! nag-iisip ka ba? kuni, i loved you. sino ba'ng 'di tutulong 'pag nakikita mong naghihirap yung taong mahal mo?" you reason out. tears start to well up in your eyes.

"i didn't want you to get caught up in my problems. you already had many of your own then, [name]."

bullshit.

"yet you added to it? even with your reason, you still could've told me!” you throw your arms up in frustration. “at least i would've understood what happened. hindi yung ako lang naiiwan na walang alam! was i not that important to you?" you sniff, aggressively, wiping your tears away.

kuni gently holds your arm to prevent you from hurting yourself. "that's not it. you are important. hindi ko alam anong iniisip ko noon."

are.

you scoff.

"that's why i'm sorry, [name]," he apologizes. he keeps your hand in place and draws circles on it with his thumb. "my reasons are stupid, i know. i had multiple opportunities to tell you the truth pero naduwag ako. in every single one."

silent tears continue to stream down your face. you scold yourself internally for letting down your guard in front of him.

you stay quiet.

"it's not that easy to forgive, i know that more than anyone. and i don't expect you to," he admits. "but i want to make it up to you, even if you don't want me to."

you stare at your bed sheets, silently contemplating on his words. if there's one word to describe your current state of mind, it's confused. it takes you a moment to respond.

"hindi ko pa alam kung ano ba dapat isipin ko." you sniff and glare at him through tearful eyes. "right now, i just don't want to see your face."

"…understood," kuni nods. he lets go of your hand and stands up from his seat. before he starts walking out of the door, he turns to you, pursing his lips. "may pagkain sa hapag. eat it before it gets cold, alright?"

he doesn't wait for your answer and exits out of the bedroom door. leaving you all alone, still clutching your healing heart.

you got the explanation that you wanted, the closure that was way overdue.

but why is it that it only made you yearn for him more?

✦ MAYBE, MAYBE — PREV / MASTERLIST / NEXT

A break up with no proper closure. So many words left unsaid. He did you so wrong, but you can’t bring yourself to hate him. One year na, siya pa rin. Maybe it’s time to move on?

NOTE long time no update haha i apologize we were bombarded with tasks for the past two weeks, kahit ngayon nga T--T i got stuck with this chapter lang coz it's a written one and i didn't have time to finish it. i hate that this chapter’s quality is a little bit ehh since it’s rushed but it’ll do. i’m burnt out rn so it’s gonna take me a while to recover. since the next few chaps are gonna be socmed lang, hopefully updates will be more frequent 🤞

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those nights with fratboy!miya atsumu whos an ultimate softie with you

more fratboy!atsumu here!

"not going to the party tonight?"

atsumu shook his head, a muffled sound escaping as he buried his face in your back, his arms ensnaring you in an embrace. a small smile played on your lips. "why not?" you asked, even though you might have an inkling as to why. you've noticed that this is the umpteenth time he's skipped a party to spend time with you, a pattern that began when you started dating.

he groaned. "dont wanna," atsumu replied, tightening his hold around your torso. you chuckled, continuing to type on your laptop while perched on atsumu's lap, from which you couldn't escape. "you'll get bored hanging out with me, you know?" a hum was your reply, followed by the sensation of his breath on the back of your neck. "mm, no, I won't," atsumu murmured, planting a kiss on your skin and savoring your warmth.

"i want to be close to ya," atsumu's words sent your heart soaring, and a wide grin spread across your face. you shifted, turning to face him as you wrapped an arm around him, stroking his hair. "tsumu's being clingy today, isn't he?" you teased, a playful tone in your voice as atsumu whined when you ruffled his hair. "shaddup," he shot back, but a concealed smile betrayed his pretended irritation. he looked into your eyes as you caressed his hair tenderly, which you met with a smile.

"what?" you inquired.

"nothin',"

atsumu couldn't help himself. he grinned mischievously, leaning further into you as he tightened his embrace, eliciting a whine from you. oh, how he wished this moment could last forever.

you chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. “you’re such a softie, tsumu,” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

atsumu’s cheeks flush slightly, but he doesn’t let go. “only for you,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smile, feeling a surge of affection for the boy who had somehow wormed his way into your heart. “well, im glad you’re here,” you say, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back. “but I really do need to finish this paper.”

atsumu sighs dramatically, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “fine, fine. I’ll let ya work. but only if ya promise to take a break soon and spend some time with me.”

you laugh, nodding. “deal. now, be a good pillow and stay still.”

he grins, settling in more comfortably. “anything for you, babe.”

as you continue typing, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. despite his frat boy reputation, atsumu had a way of making you feel cherished and loved. and in moments like these, you realized just how lucky you were to have him by your side.

you should always be careful when you fall back asleep again after waking up because sometimes you will just have a pleasant little snooze but sometimes you'll get trapped in TIME PRISON. unfortunately there is no way to predict this.

hello hello! may i request how jun would react to receiving news that his s/o fainted because they weren't taking care of themselves due to exams being round the corner and they ended up neglecting their health :D tq in advance for accepting this and have a great day ahead 🫶

hiii anon thank u for this request !!! schoolwork can be So stressful so please remember to take care of yourself too ♡ i'm starting school again in september and i am Not looking forward to the workload again ... anyways, i hope you enjoy! ♡

❧ jun's partner fainting due to overworking

content warnings: none

❧ it starts off like this: a tense, quiet shock, then the slowly-dawning moment of realisation. a pause, a soft, surprised, "huh?" and before you know it, jun has all but dropped what he was doing to run — both figuratively and literally — to your side. it doesn't matter to him if you're just across the street or halfway across town.

❧ the entire time, he's basically got a whole spiel planned: what did you think you were doing, working yourself to the bone? but as soon as he comes face to face with you, and the bags under your eyes, and your sheepish little, "hi, jun," any anger he might've had fizzles away into relief and tired concern. he'll still nag you a fair bit, though — a gentle tug on your ear and a, "you worried me, y'know."

❧ though jun isn't exactly the doting type, he'll definitely look after you in his own way. maybe you'll catch him arranging your notes for you, keeping you company and bringing you a drink during study sessions, reminding you to go to bed before it gets too late — or even carrying you to bed if you fall asleep at your desk.

❧ even when he can't be there for you in person, jun tries to check in on you throughout the day, either way. it's not uncommon for him to text you when he's on break: little things like, "have you eaten lunch yet?" or "it's getting late, you should get some rest." he'll tease you for being troublesome — you're gonna give me white hairs early at this rate... — but he always smiles at you so softly, speaks to you so gently, brushes back your bangs and kisses your forehead so sweetly.