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✎Regret, love and death

Itoshi Rin, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

Summary: The bllk boys break up with you not knowing you're terminally ill and they meet you again but this time you're dying right in front of them.

Warning: Angst, no fluff, breakup and breakdown, death, grief

A/n: this is super cliche ik but this has been on my mind for months now, it's time i actually write about it. Listening to ditto while making this. I tried to make it g/n so bear with me

Itoshi Rin

"Stay in the middle, like you a little"

Itoshi Rin who left you months ago after a stupid argument he wishes he could've prevented. He tells himself that he doesn't need you anymore and that he'll never open up his heart again.

Itoshi Rin who gets mad when he sees happy couples, he swears it's anger and jealousy but it's mostly confusion and betrayal. He believed that it was your fault that he became this vulnerable but he willingly gave his heart to you.

Being a professional athlete like Itoshi Rin it's common to regularly get some injuries here and there so he visits the hospital.

He waited patiently right outside his clinic, an earbud in one ear and he listened to the environment around him. Squeaky wheelchairs, cries from a hospital room nearby and patients conversing in daily chit-chat. The line at the clinic was taking too long so he decided he'll go next time; but something caught his eye. The soles of his shoes clack on the marble floor at the empty hallway and the music he's listening to but he hears the faint beating of a heart monitor. Then, he sees your name in one hospital room.

He couldn't believe his eyes. There was a folder attached loosely on the door, your name written in lazy cursive and numerous descriptions he couldn't understand. Rereading and rereading the name on the folder over and over again, his eyes narrowed as he decided to look over to the glass window at the door; he saw you. Rin doesn't understand why you were here and why the folder was marked "terminal— confined" . The writings are too messy for him to understand but his heart beats loudly through his body like a gong.

He tries to convince himself it's probably someone else but he knew you too much to know that the one stuck in that wrinkly hospital bed was you.

He has to go, he has to but he doesn't. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. You open your eyes as you realize your peace was disturbed from the loud creaking of the door. You scrunch your nose and blink your eyes as you take a look at the figure standing at the side of your bed, it was Rin.

"You… why are you here?" He whispered, you could barely hear him but he stared down at you with pity, anger, grief— you don't know.

"I should be the one asking you that." Your voice was muffled by the oxygen mask strapped to your head as you sat yourself up and looked up to him, he tried to avoid your gaze as he looked over to the IVs inserted into your wrists, wires everywhere he was sure he almost stepped on one.

Rin furrowed his brows in irritation, all this pent up anger from the break up bursting all at once, "What the fuck happened to you?"

You gave him a weak smile, "A week before we broke up… I was diagnosed with a heart disease. I couldn't tell you what happened to me, then we fought but I was too scared and stressed I broke things off."

Rin breathes raggedly, fear and guilt flooding his senses; wondering why he was such an idiot to leave you.

"Will you get better?"

You smile again at his stupidity, you know he's seen the document attached at the door saying 'patient in hospice' but Rin wants to hear it from you, he wants you to confirm his thoughts. Maybe even deny it so he'll feel better. You feel tears drip down your arm as you watch him shaken like he's seen a ghost.

"I won't, so go now."

Rin wants to pour out all his emotions, everything welling up inside his heart— the thoughts brewing in the depths of his heart that ate him alive from the time you were seperated but he holds himself back.

His knees buckled and his strength prior to this incident dissipated into nothing as he held onto his remaining resolve. Like the coward he always was, he leaves and never comes back… but he will come back to you eventually; with a chrysanthemum in hand this time and a fresh black suit he picked out.

Itoshi Sae

"Don't want no riddle, Say it, Say it back"

Itoshi Sae who visits Japan for the first time in months, only going back to renew his passport.

It wasn't his intention to pass by your old friend group in public, he eavesdropped on their mindless conversation then they started talking about you.

Itoshi Sae listens to their conversation, getting some details about you. Hearing that you got confined somewhere and that there was no one to take care of you other than the nurses and hospice workers stationed at your room.

Itoshi Sae who tries to keep that newfound information out of his mind but the thought of you being confined in a hospital is making his heart race. Not in love nor from the butterflies he used to get when talking to you— no. He couldn't stop thinking of you. He promised to himself to never interact with you, avoid every single thing that reminded him of you but he couldn't. He just couldn't.

Itoshi Sae who visits the hospital and asks where you are, pretending that he was a visitor to the nurses was easier than he thought.

"Are you asking about that patient?"

He nodded, the nurse was stupid enough to fall for his charms as she sent him the directions to your room. Sae knows what dangerous game he's playing, if he comes back to you again then it defeats the purpose of avoiding you forever like he promised himself but he still goes.

It was a nice afternoon, birds chirping and he saw little children from the nursery running around in the hallways with toys in their hands. He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to see, turning away from your hospital room for a moment before entering.

His eyes softened for a moment when he laid his eyes on you, you were reading a book— an eerie one at that. Sae raised an eyebrow when he noticed that you didn't hear him enter, what if you were deliberately ignoring him? He was sure you were but he didn't catch your attention until he stepped closer to your bed, a shadow looming over you as you slowly looked up to him.

The two of you stare at each other for what it felt like forever, he's still looking at you like that. Love in his irises but there's a tint of melancholy.

You could see Sae saying something to you, you tried to read his lips but his words fell on deaf ears.

Sae was getting irritated on why you didn't respond but you took the white board that was resting on your bedside table. He patiently watched you write something on the board, clack, clack, clack.

'Im deaf. I can't hear you.'

Just months ago you were fine but he gets more ill with worry when his mind starts to drift and wonder what could've happened to you when he left you here all alone.

You erased the writing on the board, giddily like a child as you handed him the board next, signaling him to also write you something.

The athlete hesitated for a moment before grabbing the board off your hands, writing something hastily. He feels like if he wasted any more time he'll lose everything— but he knew that he already did the moment when he called it quits months ago.

'What happened', he wrote on the board, streaks of ink staining his palm but that's the least of his worries.

You sat up in a more comfortable position before opening the drawer, taking a clipboard, medical documents clipped to the board. Sae reads the papers, his throat starts burning and he feels tears building up in his eyes. He flips through the papers, information about your condition printed on the tiny pieces of paper as he reads through everything.

You couldn't understand what he was muttering under his breath but you were sure it was something… the way he bit his lip to hold back the tears and the way his hands got sweaty as he scanned the board.

Sae loved many things, you, soccer, coffee and the beach. There was something about hospitals that made him uneasy. Hospitals correlated to injury and death— a big no no for him. But as an athlete, a pro one at that it's not surprising that he regularly visits the hospital for nutrition advice or medicine. Though… this one was his worst visit yet. He told himself that he won't ever cry or love you again, that's why it's 'Sae loved' but he realizes he still loves you. Even though you're stuck on the hospital bed, sickly and dying, your arms littered with scars from the tubes that go in and out your skin and maybe the way you look so frail and skinny now compared to what you looked like months ago; he still loves you. He realized that in this moment he's always going to be looking for you the way you pathetically looked for him in the hospital, wishing he was there after you two broke up.

At least now the gods were merciful enough to grace you with his presence for the last time, even in this situation you still smiled at him like he deserved to see that again.

Itoshi Sae who visits you again tomorrow before you pull off the plug, Pain plastered on his face as he holds you tightly. He broke his promise.

To you, to never hurt you.

To himself, to never love you again.

Michael Kaiser

"Oh say it ditto, Can't wait till the morning, So say it ditto"

Michael Kaiser pretends he's fine after the break up and to distract himself from the pain, he dates other people— looking for someone who can fill the void you carved in his heart, looking for you.

Michael Kaiser who still wears the cardigan you bought him, giving him solace and comfort when he curls up in his bed alone, wishing you were there with him.

You and Kaiser didn't break up on bad terms, more like a confusing and neutral breakup. He told you he was done and you didn't beg him to stay, after all he neglected you for his selfish desires. He's like an icarus who has flown too close to the sun, his ego representing the melting wax wings of icarus— it burned your skin and melted your patience.

Michael Kaiser still stalks you in his other account you forgot that existed. He wouldn't admit it but he patiently waited for an update on your account.

Michael Kaiser who stalks your account and finally sees something. Your parents' post talking about you being stuck in the hospital.

Michael Kaiser doesn't cry, he can't. Images on the posts ingraining— burning itself in the deepest parts of his brain then it triggers something in him. Confusion.

He doesn't know the exact details of your situation but he's too curious to scroll past the post.

Michael Kaiser who gets a cab and arrives at your hospital, like a man with no shame he looks for your room.

It was nighttime and the hospital was uncannily quiet, he wasn't sure why but the guard was doing a terrible job at guarding the entrance of the hospital. Kaiser walks past the sleepy guard, ignoring the thumping sound of the guard falling on the floor as he makes his way to the lady on the desk.

"What brings you in here, sir?"

He pushes up his glasses, "I'm looking for my lover, [patient name]", he says boldly, lying through his teeth but he knows it's the only way they'll let him in.

"Give me a minute," the nurse starts flipping through the hospital log book, "They're at room 405, third floor."

Kaiser nods, thanking the nurse as he takes the elevator.

'ding' Kaiser enters the elevator, checking his watch while waiting for it to arrive at the third floor. The elevator was dimmed and it looked like a scene straight from horror movies, another old lady in a wheelchair strolls to the elevator.

"What's a handsome young man like you doing in the dead of the night here?" The grandma says in a hoarse voice, grey hairs covering her face as she holds onto both her wheelchair and fruits.

Though Kaiser is an asshole, a liar, he naturally had a soft spot for children and the elderly. "I'm here for my… lover" he doesn't know what gave it away but the older woman noticed the hesitance in his voice.

The grandma nodded at his reply, 'ding!'

"I guess this is my stop." Kaiser stepped out of the elevator, waving goodbye to the elderly woman and ambled in the hallway.

The scent of disinfectant invaded his nostrils, though the smell gets more diverse as he passes by different hospital rooms. He hears people screaming and crying at the room to his left and the other room dead silent, as if a corpse inhabited the room to his right.

Sweat starts trickling down his forehead when he counts the hospital room's numbers and realizes he's getting closer to yours. 'shit, shit, shit' his mind spiralling into madness, anxiety as he braces himself for what he's about to see.

His legs started to feel like jelly as his feet dragged him in front of your hospital room. A feeling of uncertainty, something he never felt again after breaking up with you.

Months ago when you two broke up he wondered if maybe you'd crawl back to him, like a child who ran away but comes home again the day after, but you didn't.

The door pulled open as he made his way inside, the lights were turned off but the sound of humming took him by surprise.

"I can hear you, you know."

Oh, that voice. That voice that could soothe him on days like these, your voice so gentle he thinks it's a sweet melody, a lullaby so sweet it would bring the devil down on his knees begging and repenting for forgiveness if he ever heard your voice.

The German boy doesn't come forward, only staring at your disheveled figure on the bed, waiting for death themselves to take you away from your misery.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Your fingers traced the lamp before finding the switch, making a flick sound as the soft illuminating glow lights up the room. You nod as you sit up, hugging yourself as you find comfort in the bandages that wrapped around your body.

"I'm sorry." It was the first time he's ever said this to you in ages, he wished he said this to you back then, he wishes that he was there for you.

Maybe he was the devil, cruel and mean, strong yet so weak. His knees buckled as he let out a choked sob, his fears that builded up couldn't hold in much longer as tears streamed down his face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kaiser says in between his sobs, the prideful man being broken down into a pathetic, crying mess.

Your fingers fiddled together in anxiety, you always had that stupid habit of yours when in distress. As much as you couldn't forgive Kaiser— he's too weak, too vulnerable for you to ignore.

Still Kaiser was shameless but not too shameless to go even a few inches closer to your bed, his mind racing— thinking that everything is all his fault as his heart rate goes up.

"Why should I? We're not even together." His chest tightens, if anyone could see him right now they'd think he's a fucking idiot— crying over the dying lover he left to rot in the hospital? Piece of shit.

"Yeah I know." He tries to calm himself down but he knows it's useless when you pick up on his uneasy behavior.

Kaiser wanted to ask you, 'let's get back together?' or maybe 'please forgive me' because he's a shameless prick but it's the first time he doesn't let his pride take over his senses.

He grieves right in front of you, your eyes never leaving his as his body language is signaling you, begging you to say something but it's better that you didn't.

He has all the time in the world to grieve for you after all, he's a shameless, selfish man… isn't he?

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ꕤ 28. stop being naive, ayato!

tw: mentions of classism / wc: 645

dinner alone with his mother isn’t anything new to ayato, but the slight feeling of awkwardness and the pressure to fill the empty silence is always heavy on his shoulders. oftentimes he’d break the suffocating silence with small talk about business, getting his mom to talk about her impressive feats as the president and giving ayato the advice he needed to meet the same standard of business ethics as her. but tonight is not about the company nor the sky-high expectations burdening ayato’s shoulders.

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“i was made for lovin’ you, baby” — karasu tabito,

minor ep nagi / karasu backstory spoilers

‘Do ya still love me?’

The words left Karasu’s mouth before he could even think or arrange his depressing questions properly and once they were let out, Karasu immediately regretted them.

He’s no stranger to such thoughts—in fact, they’re more common in his mind than he’d like to admit. Almost every hour of every day, he’d be plagued with these unpleasant thoughts and more. If he didn’t put a stopper on it, if he didn’t bottle them up then he’d fall down a spiral and that’s the last thing he ever wanted.

The last thing he ever wanted was for someone to see him as weak, as mediocre.

And he’d do just about anything to prevent that from happening.

‘Hmm? What did you say?’ you mumbled, tearing your eyes away from the tv screen and towards him.

Oh. You heard him.

‘Nothin’ babe, don’t worry,’ he replied, he looked down at you, trying to smirk but his muscles failed him.

He looked—felt—defeated.

‘Everything okay?’ you asked, your attention towards the tv was long gone—all now directed towards his blue and purple stained eyes.

God, the way you looked at him made him weak. He just couldn’t lie to you—not after the fact that out of everyone, you chose him. Him, a mediocre-at-best soccer player. Him, even with his sharp and degrading tongue.

‘Why… why me?’ he whispered. He wished you didn’t hear these words, he wished you couldn’t see him in such a pathetic state.

‘Whatever do you mean?’

You heard him, again.

He closed his eyes and took a breath in—he couldn’t believe that he was opening up to you. What if you left him afterwards? What if you thought he was too… clingy and desperate for reassure? What if? What if? What if?

‘Why did ya choose me out of everyone? Lots of guys were pinnin’ after ya so… why me?’

He was so mediocre and you were Aphrodite wrapped in human flesh.

‘Why wouldn’t I date you?’

What? That’s the last thing he expected you to say.

‘You’re just… perfect,’ you mumbled against his ear, moving upwards to kiss his mole. His mole always got too much attention from you but he could never get used to the feeling of your soft lips against his skin. God, the sensation made him feel like he’d burst into a thousand flames.

‘…so perfect.’

‘You’re smart too, very smart. I haven’t seen anyone explain chemistry to me like how you explained it to me.’

He reminisced back to the multiple tutoring sessions you had with him back in the early days of your relationship. ‘When you rambled about Transition Metals to me, that was when I realised I liked you.’

‘You’re pretty… did I ever call you pretty? Well, you’re really pretty to me, the prettiest if you will.’

No one ever called him that before. Sure he’d gotten his fair share of compliments but no one ever called him pretty of all things. He never believed he could blush this hard but you proved him wrong—he knew his face was a deep crimson right now.

‘And above all else, I love you, Tabito.’

Oh. You said it, you said you loved him.

To mask his surprise, he attempted to cover his emotions with his classic smirk and cocky-ness: ‘I know ya do, babe. I know you love me.’

Bit by bit, a small part of his wall had broken—he had opened the walls for you slightly and for the first time, he didn’t regret letting someone in.

He was no stranger to insecurities but at least now, he had your reassurance to build him back up.

obsessed with bed.. i love bed. obsessed with pillows blankets and such literally love sleeping

♡ SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT

ft. isagi yoichi, kunigami rensuke, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, itoshi rin

ISAGI YOICHI

it had been a stressful practice for him. nothing seemed to go his way and to top it all off, you were annoyed at him for not cleaning up after himself in the kitchen. if it would have been a normal day, he would apologize and make up for it, but today he was in a complete different mood and snapped. he began to ramble about that he never seems to do anything right and yelled at you before locking himself in the bathroom to take a shower.

now, you’re on the couch, trying your best to fall asleep as he still seemed to be frustrated as he marched into the bedroom to sleep. so to not cause a bigger scene and to allow him to calm down, you decided that it was best to be in a different room throughout the night. you weren’t particularly mad at him, he was having a tough day and even though you didn’t enjoy the way he yelled at you, it was difficult to be mad at him.

“baby,” suddenly, his voice can be heard from behind you. isagi’s voice is soft and quiet as he speaks, a complete turnaround to how he spoke only a few hours ago. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry that i took my anger out on you. i shouldn’t have yelled at you,” his voice seems to break in the middle of his sentence and you turn around when he stops talking.

isagi is standing by the doorway to the bedroom, only with a pair of sweatpants on. he’s fiddling with his hands, waiting for you to say something. “it’s okay, i understand,” you say and as soon as you tell him that, he’s quick to stride towards the couch and lean down to wrap his arms around your waist. you begin to sit up and pull him onto the couch so the two of you can be closer to one another. “i’m sorry, i love you so much. i’ll never yell at you like that again,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck, breathing shakily. “it’s okay, yoichi, you don’t have to worry. i love you.”

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

he has been practicing football lately, not only with his team but also alone during his free time which has lead to him not having as much time with you and becoming much more tired than he was before. after you tried your best to tell him that he should take a day off and just rest since you’re becoming worried, he had nothing else to say than how annoying you were for treating him like a child and that he can take care of himself.

but now as you’re beginning to walk out of the bedroom to sleep on the couch instead of laying down beside him, he grabs your wrist in an instant. “where are you going?” he asks. you look back at him and sigh, but his eyes are brimming up with tears which hurts your heart more than you thought it would, especially after he had yelled at you earlier about finding you annoying. “i’m so fucking sorry for what i said earlier, i didn’t mean what i said, i swear. i love that you always look after me and you’re right, i should take a day off because i’m so tired. i’m really tired and i don’t know what to do because the tiredness never goes away. i’m just so exhausted and i am so sorry for what i said earlier. i shouldn’t have yelled and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

before he can say anything else, you sit down at the edge of the bed and wrap your arms around neck. kunigami quickly pulls you into his arms and allows himself to sob against your shoulder. he continues to whisper quiet sorry’s and holds onto you as if you’d slip out of his arms if he didn’t. “shh, i’m here. it’s okay, you’ll be okay,” you whisper before pressing a kiss to his wet temple. “i don’t find you annoying, i promise,” he croaks and you nod. “i know, don’t worry.”

“you’ll sleep here, right? not anywhere else,” he asks and you pull away a little to cup his wet cheeks. “i’ll sleep here,” you send him a light smile. “just try to get some more rest tomorrow, okay? we can cuddle all morning if you want to and i’ll cook you breakfast, then we can just spend the rest of the day in bed if you want,” kunigami nods and leans his forehead against yours. “i’d love that.”

NAGI SEISHIRO

he wasn’t sure as to why you became so annoyed with him paying more attention to his games than you, he didn’t realize that was even the case until you mentioned it to him after he had denied your request to go to your favorite cafe for the fifth time this week. it ended up with you two getting into an argument and after he had told you that you were a pain, you’d left the room, leaving him alone to regret every single word he had just said to you.

his heart slowly began to shatter when he realized that you weren’t coming to bed. he had seen you on the couch in the living room, but thought you were just watching your favorite tv-show and that you’d come and sleep beside him. that doesn’t seem to be the case as it’s way past midnight and he can’t fall asleep without you in his arms.

instead of staying there, twisting and turning all alone, he gets out of bed and walks into the living room where you’re laying. there’s a thin blanket draped over your body and you aren’t even sleeping with a pillow under your head. nagi sighs at the sight and walks closer to you so he can see if you’re actually sleeping or if you’re just playing with him. what he sees is much worse than he thought. there’s dried tears on your cheeks, you’ve been crying and it’s most likely his fault. his words probably ripped you apart more than he thought and the thought of you believing that he meant what he said makes him want to cry right then and there.

suddenly, your eyes fly open and they immediately catch him standing over the couch with a comforter around him. “sei?” you mumble and he immediately plops down on top of you, making the blanket over you drop to the floor and covering you with his body and comforter. “you’re not a pain, i don’t know where it even came from. you mean so much to me,” nagi lays his head on your chest and sighs. “i’m sorry for saying that and for not paying attention to you. i’ll do better, i promise. i’ll give you more attention.”

you reach your hand up to his hair and brush through some strands of it. “i know you love playing games and i don’t want you to stop doing that, it just hurts sometimes when you seem to love them more than me. maybe it’s selfish of me and i don’t want to be a pain-“ “you’re not a pain, i didn’t mean that, okay? don’t ever think i would ever think of you like that. also, i love games, but i love you so much more than them. i promise that i’ll be with you more and if you want, i can teach you how to play some of the games. i love to be with you,” he says and you giggle by hearing his words which makes him smile. “that sounds nice, thank you, sei.”

MIKAGE REO

you barely even remember why the two of you began to fight in the first place. it went from such a simple thing as forgetting to start the washing machine to suddenly coming up with everything wrong about the other person. most things the two of you told each other didn’t have meaning to it, they were just meaningless words, but the words he said did hurt you and the words you said hurt him as well.

instead of resolving it, you left him alone in the bedroom to sleep on the couch by yourself. you thought it would be easy to fall asleep alone, but after sleeping in his embrace for the past few months, suddenly not being around him before sleep makes it a lot more difficult and as if on cue, your boyfriend is now sitting on the edge of the couch while stroking your arm comfortingly.

“come to bed, sweetheart. you won’t get any sleep if you’re out here all night,” he whispers sweetly. “i’m sorry for everything i said. i didn’t mean any of it and i don’t even understand how we began to fight like that in the first place, i just know that i’m really sorry for hurting you. i don’t want to go to sleep without you and i want to resolve this as soon as we wake up, but for now, come to bed, please.”

you look up at him with glassy eyes and slowly begin to sit up so you can put your arms around him. he sneaks his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest before taking your scent in. “i’m sorry too, reo. i’m sorry for hurting you,” you mumble as he lifts you up from the couch and carries you all the way to the bedroom. “it’s alright, love. we both said stupid things we didn’t mean, so let’s go to sleep together and talk more about this in the morning,” reo lays you down on the bed and crawls under the covers right next to you before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “we’re okay, we’ll always be okay.”

ITOSHI RIN

he sighs as he walks out the bedroom to see you on the couch without a single blanket draped over you. the fact that you would rather sleep alone on the couch in the cold instead of being in bed with him hurts his heart, but he decides to try and not think about it and instead begins to look for a blanket he can put over you.

the fight the two of you had wasn’t too bad, but he was clearly mad during the argument, not particularly mad at you but just in general which is why you thought it would be a good idea to let him calm down by himself. unbeknownst to you, itoshi rin cannot fall asleep without you by his side. it becomes even more difficult when he knows that you’re sleeping apart without having solved anything from earlier. he never got to tell you that he isn’t mad at you and that he only took his anger out on you which he shouldn’t have. but he knows that he can’t wake you up only to tell you that.

rin finds a blanket in the bedroom that he brings into the living room and puts over your cold and shivering body. he also puts a pillow under your head to bring you some more comfort and thereafter walk over to the the other side of the couch were you aren’t laying. he sits down there and sighs, maybe it’ll be easier for him to sleep in such an uncomfortable position, as long as he’s in the same room as you are. at least it’ll bring him more warmth than laying in bed alone does.

he closes his eyes and leans back against the cushion. meanwhile, you begin to shift where you’re laying and open your eyes to be met by the darkness of the room. you slowly begin to sit up a little and look straight forward where rin is sitting uncomfortably. he begins to open his eyes too when he hears you moving around and your gazes meet through the dark

you now begin to crawl towards him and he opens up his arms for you to fall into his warm embrace. he lays down on his back and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you as close as possible. he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and moves one hand up to your hair. “i was never mad at you, it was just a tiring day and i shouldn’t have taken everything out on you,” rin whispers and you look up at him, making his heart jump. “i know, i’ll try to make sure i leave you alone earlier next time,” you say but it only makes him frown.

“it isn’t your fault, you know. i should be better at keeping my emotions in check. if i’m ever that mad when i get home again, i’ll try to tell you about it instead of taking it out on you,” a smile begins to pull at his lips as you kiss his cheek. “okay, that sounds good. it’s nice to be in your arms again, i love you a lot.” “i love you more.”

HOKKEPAPA X READER WRITERS WYA???? 😍😍 i've only read one seiya x reader fic and i believe it's the only one that exists . like LITERALLY the only one

Do u still remember that one Episode where Y/N simps for hokkepapa

I'VE WON IN LIFE

But like hokuto's dad is fr fr 😻😻😻

MIKO LIVIN THE Y/N LIFE FR

fo sho hes so fine istg

HE’S A 10 BUT,, he’s insta famous

boyfriend! yukimiya kenyū hc’s

content warning: yukimiya backstory spoilers (chap. 172)

— gn! reader, established relationship, more teeth-rotting fluff, comfort hurt??

(a/n): my friend mentioned how if yukimiya just had a lightning scar on his forehead ‘n a wand, he’d be harry potter 😭 now i struggled to finish this just ‘cause i couldn’t take yukimiya srsly

( 雪宮 剣優, Yukimiya Kenyu )

for starters,, yukimiya has alr been established to be a model b/c he’s just that pretty 🤗 so there’s no doubt that this man has a large insta following that’s lwk impossible not to get jealous of,,

homeboy could basically become a glorified influencer atp ‘cause of the stupid amount of pr brand deals just sitting in his message inbox which he refuses to accept ‘cause he’s not money hungry

while i wouldn’t say that yukimiya is constantly updating or posting on his social media, he has a pretty decent online presence!! he has a good amount of posts on his feed which are organized in an aesthetically pleasing way that basically just effortlessly screams “pinterest’s it boy”

his highlights are also really organized too which i will die on my grave that he’s one of those people that titles their highlights with representative emojis (i.e. “🌇” for scenery photos or “🥐” for food)

he has a whole separate highlight dedicated to his stories of just you or of you and him which he titled with your initial and the heart emoji of your favorite color ‘n it’s the cutest thing ever

speaking of stories, yukimiya posts you pretty often!! and will do it even for the most miniscule reason like if you sent him some photos you took b/c you felt pretty (ofc w/ your consent)

not only that, yukimiya (unlike sae) will post you to the cutest songs ever 🫠 think of songs like “every summertime” by niki and “japanese denim” by daniel caesar!!

everytime he does post you tho, karasu and otoya literally swipes up to poke fun at him 💀 just to send him stuff like “damn when you gonna post me?”, “what do they have that i don’t, yuki? 🤧” and “you’re cheating on me?? with THEM??” — they’re both so stupid 😭

yukimiya knows that numerous people just follow him b/c he’s conventionally attractive but he never fails to always remind you that he doesn’t care for any of ‘em when you get troubled by the amount of gorgeous people hitting him up in his dms or comments :( he’s always saying how he only has room in his heart just for you only :(( he’s so CHEESY it HURTS

usually when yukimiya picks you up to dine at your favorite restaurant, you’re ecstatic and profusely thanking him with kisses but you haven’t even allowed him to hold your hand or sit beside you. he wasn’t sure if anything occurred or if he had done anything previously to cause your reserved dumbfounded. yukimiya was absolutely dumbfounded with your behavior. but he was bewildered at this display.

exasperated, yukimiya decides to be direct about asking you, “love, is everything okay? did i do anything?”

a sullen look makes an appearance on your face as you glower at him from across the table, “i dunno, why don’t you ask those people who commented on your post earlier?”

realizing the cause of your detachment towards him, yukimiya moves from his seat to the seat next to you. he ignores your protests as he took your hand to kiss your palm. mumbles leaves his mouth against your palm, quiet but just audible enough for you to hear.

“you’re the one i love, not them. i don’t know them the way i know you. i know what makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you shy because you’re the only one i cherish in my heart, yeah?”

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MUST BE MONEY ft. mikage reo

reo's first date+kiss with you. | sfw, gn!reader

reo had always thought you were easy.

you gave it away far too casually; blatant stares and meek smiles and all. one glance in your direction and you suddenly seem to glow. it's like his gaze is a spotlight and you are his actor- one of his actors, at least. but you don't seem to mind your so-called 'competition'; leaving him with the impression that you're simply just easy- a road smoother and straighter than the road to hell.

so when you approach him about going on a date, reo isn't surprised. maybe he is; but only at the fact that you asked him directly. there was no 'spending time with you and your friends'. no 'one-on-one study session's. you'd come to him wanting a date, so he gives you a date. "after school, let's go to my place." your happiness is almost contagious when you nod yes.

reo still thinks you're easy; a lot easier than expected, if you will.

how it's barely been a half hour into this date and his arm is already slung around your shoulders is unbeknownst to him. if he didn't know any better, he'd think you're just needy- doing anything and everything for some comforting attention. but he knows you, and he's seen you, and he's seen how your eyes shimmer exclusively for him.

maybe, he wonders, pulling your body snug into his side, you're here for the money. it's the one thing that distinguishes him from other people, after all. it's not uncommon either- for girls and boys and friends and "friends" alike- saying that his wealth doesn't advantage them is like saying he's not attracted to you right now; an awkward lie that somewhat comforts him.

don't get him wrong- he's obviously been with people whom he was attracted to, and had no reservations about expressing it. but you? you fall into his lap so literally and effortlessly that liking you feels like a sin. you're way too easy for his taste- most probably only here for the money. at least, that's how he tries to convince himself.

he looks at you, noticing the drift of your hair with each exhale. you turn and look back, curious. remarking his warm breaths and even warmer gaze. he plays a dangerous game- embracing your unadulterated eyes. basking in your alluring scent; hoping it spills onto his shirt. "this is nice," you say with that smile that makes him dizzy, perhaps because the lie he's been telling himself isn't so comforting anymore.

reo doesn't quite think you're easy now.

you step right into his hands, seemingly ready to give him yourself. yet, he's afraid to hold you proper. to have you, and reo is never afraid of having. he's losing this dangerous game that you don't even know you started. you blink.

"'s quite nice, huh," he answers you- fingers habitually reaching to caress your cheek; and he has to resist pulling his hand back when you lean into it. he's done this before- god knows how many times with how many people- but your skin doesn't burn him the way the others did. you don't affect him the way they did. he hopes you don't.

he notices his breaths don't kiss your hair anymore- they land on your skin instead, and your eyes flutter in a way he's seen many times before on different people. "you look like you want something," his voice is low; composed. quite the contrast to his rampaging heart.

he plants his lips onto your right eye- closely connected to your heart. closely connected to your desires, and you seem to only have one. he's just not sure if this desire is transactional or emotional, for your eyes are too glossed over to see. he leans down.

"tell me what you want, honey," close enough to share your air, reo breathes you in. wants your smell to spill onto his skin. "is it money? you already know i've plenty to spare," shivers crawl down his spine; and he wishes he never suggested that. "is it fame? being the top student's partner- does that turn you on?" he drags his fingers down your jawline, noting every blemish he comes across. "or is it..." his nose brushes against yours.

"...me?"

"what do you think, hmm, reo?" he doesn't like the way your mouth quirks up. he doesn't like that your hand peels his away from your face. that's another two lies now- neither of which bring him comfort whatsoever. the sweet ache in his chest tells him his truth; head spinning like he's had too much honey. he loves the game you're playing.

"must be money then," his lips brush yours unsatisfyingly as he pulls away. you're not teasing him free-of-charge. he leans back, satisfied. there's a cold vacuum between him and you that heats his cheeks, however, and his satisfaction turns into longing. he longs to fill the vacuum again.

"wrong answer, idiot," answers his prayers. a cold pair of hands smacks his face- burning his cheeks with passion; then pulling him into a kiss. the mix of plush and teeth takes him by surprise. he returns it nonetheless- and this time not out of his typical courtesy. he kisses you back because he wants to, and he's sure he wants to. he kisses you back because he's worked hard for it in his mind, because he deserves it.

he deserves you.

reo couldn't be more wrong when he thought you were easy.

even as his lips and nose and breaths melt into yours, he still feels like there's more to accomplish; more to discover; more to love. you are his endgoal- you, and the entirety of you.