Me: “I Don’t Even Like Scara Smaus!”

the two of you hookup after you broke up with your partner and things go to shit! Part one is here.

paring :: Yuta x reader, Yuji x reader, Toge x reader, Megumi x reader and Maki x reader.

warning :: angst, pining, implied sex/making out.

note :: all characters are of age.

Saeran with a

Mc opposite to him.

Headcanons

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Well first of all you two would be like Yin and Yang.

●While Saeran is constantly active working as an opposite Mc is a procrastinator, in which case Saeran would help you to be more productive and you would help him to relax more and take a break to take a nap together.

●Saeran likes to dress according to his mood, so after getting out of Magenta he wears more white clothes and you like to wear a lot of black and dark colors, whenever you buy clothes for each other they are opposite colors and the RFA make fun (in a good way) of you two because of that.

●Saeran talks to you openly about how much he loves you and is very affectionate with you, in your case you find it difficult to say "I love you" in words even though your mind screams I love you whenever you see him.

●Saeran loves the blue sky and you prefer it cloudy. He loves summer and spring and you love autumn and winter, both complement each other.

●Always when the seasons change, just like you crack a smile when spring comes imagining Saeran watching the flowers bloom , in winter Saeran smiles imagining how cute you look watching with admiration every drop of rain that falls from the sky.

●Saeran is more inclined to be a househusband as you're not a big fan of housework (maybe due to allergies to dust or just not really into this kind of thing).

●Saeran is very organized and you don't mind messes, there may be some conflicts but you two resolve them after all, you love each other too much to argue over trivial things although Saeran will lecture you if he sees you messing around the house after he's finish cleaned up and punishes you for it tickling you until you laugh a lot.

●you are a more dominant person who is afraid to give all of yourself in a relationship and Saeran has a more submissive personality who gives himself completely in the relationship to the point of sacrificing himself.

●you two have a small matching tattoo, you have the yang(who represents Saeran) and Saeran have the yin(What represents you).

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You and Saeran's aesthetic:

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couple accessory of you two:

Genshin Impact High School Au: School clubs pt.2

Marching band:

The marching band is certainly a group, they play at the football games and go to separate marching band competitions. Eula plays the clarinet, she practices religiously and is certainly the lead for her section. Venti and Kazuha are both flute players, they are both good at their instrument but Venti goofs off more during practice, while Kazuha prefers to stay focused. Yet Venti is still the better flute player. Xinyan’s preferred instrument is the guitar, which is not in marching band, so she went for her next best option, the drum. She is very enthusiastic about her music, maybe a bit too enthusiastic as they sometimes struggle to hear the other instruments over how loud she plays the drums. Scaramouche plays the trumpet, he’s a trumpet kid. He rarely practices and kinda sucks but he stays in the band regardless. The marching band isn’t the most respected group in the school but they still stay enthusiastic, mostly.

Model UN:

The schools model UN is a very competitive club, you have to try out and only the best of the best get in. The sibling duo, Ayaka and Ayato have been in the club every year. They are a strong duo that sit on the executive board as co-vice presidents. They monitor all the try outs and select which member moves on to be officially in the group. They are very serious about their club, but have a sort of good cop bad cop dynamic with them. Ayato is more strict and critical while Ayaka is more likely to offer constructive criticism and help those in need. The president of the club is future lawyer Yanfei. Yanfei loves the club and makes sure the group is well trained for all competitions. Sara and Nahida are both members who are not on the board but they are still very engaged during the meetings.

Book Club:

The book club is a very chill club, as its presidents are pretty chill about it all, probably part of the reason the club is so popular. Every month a book is selected at each weekly meeting discussing what they have read so far, and at the end of the month they do a debrief. Lisa and Diluc are co-presidents and take turns selecting books for the club to read, though Dulic did set up a suggestion box for other club members to provide their input. The club's vice president is a bit more strict but at the same time more creative than the presidents. Yae likes to hold a competition at the end of each book where the club members rewrite the ending or specific scene, and then yae chooses her favorite as the winner and gives them a prize. She shares her own work with the group but after she gave herself the win 3 times in a row an executive decision was made to keep her work out of the running, for fear of bias. Secretary Xingqui is the groups editor, anyone can submit any work to him that he will edit for them, this can include essays for school, text messages, or creative writing. Heizou likes the club because it’s a quiet place to read and discuss the books he reads; he wishes the club would read more mystery novels. Ganyu and Al Haitham like the academic aspect of the club, they enjoy a quiet place to study and a group of like minded peers to run their work by. Mika and Layla like the club's casual environment and its non-intense atmosphere.

Business Club:

The business club was founded by Ninguang. It’s a relatively new club so it’s small but Ninguang has grand plans for it. Ninguang wants to offer financial advice to fellow students and open a school market for students to sell goods like clothes, baked goods, or art. Ninguang is passionate about the club and especially how nice it would look on her college application, but besides that she really does feel passionately about the project. Then there is vice president Dori, the thorn in Ninguang’s side. Dori has ideas, not very good or helpful ones, but they do qualify as ideas. Ninguang isn’t necessarily able to ignore Dori as she is half of the executive board. This club has a long way to go but Ningguang is ready to take on the challenge.

Student Council:

The student council is very intense. The president is the one and only Childe. He’s a popular boy who's smart and talented as well as extroverted and kind. He ran against Keqing who objectively would've been the better president based on organizational skills and ideas, but keqing did not have his level of charisma, so she sadly lost. She still got a position on the council as secretary and has a slight grudge against Childe. Vice president is the one and only Jean, she keeps everyone calm and keeps the ideas manageable. While everybody else on the board can come up with wild ideas, Jean is the one to reasonably analyze them and how practical they would be for the school. Yelan is the treasurer and a damn good one at thar, she works closely alongside the fundraising manager Noelle. Who is honestly just terrified of Yelan. Every conversation between the two of them just contains a lot of nervousness on Noelles part. And finally the person who connects the council to the people, social media manager Kokomi. She makes sure their social media accounts are very active and interacts with students as much as possible.

A/n: Ok was more than a day but I’m my defense uhhhhhh I was sick and AP tests. It’s ok. But yeah hope you like

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rui kamishiro having crush on his friend (reader) n then confessing to them by accident like they r handing out one day and he quietly says ‘i love you so much’ without realising

please and tyy <333 have a good day darl!!

THIS IS THE CUTEST REQUEST EVERRR!!! UGHHH MY HEART HURTS! i saw your other submission, i’m just replying to this one because it’s the actual request!! ur the best, thank you all for so many asks! this is the longest thing i’ve written on here! this sparked me with so much inspiration!! sorry if it gets a little emo, i’ve not been feeling all that well myself recently mentally! ^_^” sorry for projecting on you rui!

CW: it gets really angsty, but it’s a hurt comfort, i promise! food as a metaphor for love at the beginning. reverse comfort. rui is autistic coded sorry i just can’t help myself

Rui Kamishiro is an idiot.

Rui had a problem.

A problem that swelled up in his stomach, travelled to his chest, and landed in a horrible place- his heart. He didn’t even notice it at first too, the warmth in the back of his throat, the burning in his lungs. Countless days sitting at his desk, mindless tinkering with something, wondering why he suddenly felt so apprehensive around you. A shocking pain filled his gut,

Rui Kamishiro was in love with one of his best friends.

He couldn’t stop it. He tried to snap himself out of it- he really did! He knows he can’t feel that way, knows it isn’t right. He feels so perverted every time he’s next to you because all he can think of is how your lips would feel on his, how sweet your gaze is on him, how you’d warm his cold hands-

God, he’s the worst. Thoughts would slurry through his head every time you’re near. You’re his friend! He should be thankful you want to speak to him, it’s selfish to feel this way about somebody, especially somebody like you.

He truly believes that close relationships like those, are not for the likes of him.

He braces himself for the day you realize that he would be no good as a lover - he’s sure you know - but he comes to a gut wrenching epiphany that he doesn’t seem to mind all the much how you’re in his life. He loves you, but you like him, and he can deal with that. He can take friendship, what he can’t take is disgust, that’d be agony to him, so he’ll make sure you never feel that way towards him.

He locks his feelings deep inside where nobody can ever find them. Not you, not Nene, not anybody.

And he’s okay. Truly, genuinely, okay with it. He should take what he can get. He should be grateful you talk to him.

He sighs, lost in his thoughts, you shoot him a look. He shouldn’t have done that, he laments, he’s probably gone and worried you.

Class ends quickly, he dodges you ‘till lunch time.

You find him, you always were good at quickly sniffing him out. What a predicable friend you have, you muse. The two of you sit down, a pregnant silence overtaking the both of you.

“Rui? You’ve been-“ you search for the word, “spacey. You feel alright? No one was bothering you or anything, right?” You jab whatever was in your lunchbox today, as if killing the meat for a second time. Your tongue lulled out in concentration, he lets out an amused laugh.

“Aren’t I always spacey?” His head cocks to the side, a lopsided smile appearing. How come all of his worries about you vanish when you two are like this? Isn’t this supposed to make him feel worse?

“Spacier than usual.” You decide, pointing your utensil at him threateningly. “I know you better than you think, don’t play with me.”

Not well enough, he wants to beg. He wants to know you in every way possible, wants you to know him-

“You’re doing it again!” You groan, shoving a bite into your mouth. Your face lights up at the taste, it’s endearing to him - well everything about you is endearing to him. “Ooo! Try this!” You beam, grabbing some between your chopsticks.

He thinks you’re going to place it on this lunchbox, but is shocked when you just stare at him, holding the food an inch or two away from his mouth. He opens his mouth, and you let him take it between his lips.

A thousand thoughts flurry in his head again, and he tries to grasp at them desperately to contain himself. A few rose colored pieces of paper appeared in his hand.

The first, was that that was way too domestic. That’s what you’d do with a lover. That’s what you’d do on a picnic in a meadow, a radio playing classical- God, his emotions are really getting to the better of him. When did he start thinking about things like that?

The second paper he discovered, was the realization that your lips had touched those very chopsticks too. Did you not realize that you had just touched your lips to his - in a way? Did you not care? Maybe it was meant to be familiar, he’d drink off Nene all the time.

The last paper was a simple thought, a thought he would actually be willing to tell you about.

That was really good.

He realized you had been watching him intensely, and he prays that you didn’t see his face contort three times in the 8 seconds he had been chewing. You looked at him as if you were expecting a response, and the paper butterflies stop shooting all over the place.

“Good, right?” You say, egging him along like a parent who had finally gotten their child to resign and eat vegetables. He’s always been particular, even now his lunch box only really had snacks in it. You’re glad when you see him eating.

He decides to give you a hum of approval, and a nod of his head. He doesn’t trust himself to talk to you. You feel giddy that he enjoyed it, and it shows on your face. He feels giddy too.

“You should eat more. I can start making you lunch that you’ll actually like if that’s what it takes. You’re looking pale.” You tease, shoving him gently. “Is that why you’re so spacey today? Because you’re hangry?”

You’re a good friend, he thinks. You’re such a good friend, and that’s why I love you.

“I’m not hangry!” He pushes you back, laughing heartily. “And you don’t need to bother making me lunches. I’m capable, I just don’t want to.”

“Whatever than, weirdo. Starve.” You shrug, “if you pass out during a show and I have to nurse you back to health, I’ll say I told you so!”

You two finish eating quickly, not really talking that much, and he’s resigned to looking down guiltily during class again. School flashes by quickly. He has rehearsal today, he wants to groan. Maybe it’ll take his mind off things. He has a new idea to pitch to Tsukasa anyway.

Rui soon discovers that rehearsal isn’t going to be all that good today. He steps on Nenes foot twice, he runs into Emu a handful of times, and now he’s in a bad mood because on top of all of his thoughts, Tsukasa turned down his idea for a flame shooting Robo-Nene.

“Rui!!” Nene whispers, breaking him out of his thoughts when she jabs him in the side. “Cmon, you gotta pay attention or ‘Kasa’ll get moody.”

She cares about him, in her own sisterly way. It’s funny. He’s sure she can even guess what he’s thinking about.

“Sorry, Nene..” He says softly, rubbing his face in frustration. Why does he have to be such a freak? He wishes he were more like Tsukasa. Tsukasa probably doesn’t have paper butterflies in his head.

What a dumb thought that was, paper butterflies. He wishes he didn’t have stupid thoughts like that. Normal people don’t think of feelings that way, he knew you definitely didn’t think that way, what a weird person he was.

Rehearsal passes after time, he leaves quickly, too quick for him to even offer walking back with Nene. She’s going to Emu’s probably, he thinks so at least. He checks his phone, a notification from none other than ‘Weirdo’ - your doing, not his - Popping into view. You had insisted he’d change your contact when you had seen it was simply your name. It always got a chuckle out of him, despite the irony of you calling yourself the weird one.

Weirdo: wanna come over after your dance dance time?? i need help with math, mr smarty!

Me: Sure, I guess I can spare some brain power. Let me whip up a little Rui Math magic

Did that sound weird? Whatever. He sends it, changing his route to end up on your street instead. The walk is filled with the usual misery of a smitten teenage boy, apprehensive feelings washing over him. He prepares what he should talk about, repeating things that he’s sure wouldn’t be weird to say. He wishes he could make feelings disappear, he wishes he could disappear really. What a different world it would be if he weren’t in it, what a better life you’d have if he weren’t in it. He shakes his head, trying to block that away. He’s so dramatic, it makes his skin crawl in disgust.

He knocks on your door, but quickly gets another text.

Weirdo: just come in.. i left it unlocked!

You should really be more careful, he frets, opening the door and pulling off his shoes. He thinks you’re too trusting of people, even of people like him. If you knew his disgusting thoughts of love towards you, you’d certainly be frightened. Like when a miserable diseased stray wants you to pet it. Actually, you’re too kind to be deflected from petting a flea-ridden animal. That’s just the kind of person you are, maybe that’s why you two are so close.

He pushes the door of your room open, being met with the dejected stare you’re giving your math homework.

“Rui,” you look up at him, “I think I may be stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.” He chides, sitting down on the bed next to you.

“Whatever, I give up!” You toss it onto your desk.

“I just got here, I haven’t even tried to help you yet!” He says amused, trying to go grab it. you stop him, pulling him back next to you. His breath gets caught in his throat. You’re close to him, way too close to him.

“Honestly, I used that as an excuse for you to hang out with me. I was desperate, okay?!”

Those words shock him. You thought you’d have to trick him into hanging out with you? Did you not know how devoted he was to seeing you? Just the thought of you wanting to see him mad him giddy. If only you knew how quick he’d go if you’d asked him to be there.

He tries not to think about how close you two are. It’s not weird, Rui, they’re your friend. Friends lay together, don’t they? He’s played video games together with Nene in her bed, this is normal. He’s looking too much into this. What a weirdo he was for thinking like this, he’s a total slime ball.

“Y’know, Rui.” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts, your touch lingering as you nudge him. “If you want to talk to me about something, you can.”

He feels like he’s been shoved under water, the current throwing his body around. Everything is too stressful, and now even your presence can’t make the weird thoughts go away. He suddenly becomes hyper aware of how close you are to him. He’s guiltily dreamed about being this close to you, feeling your warmth, touching him gently like you always did.

Those dreams weren’t for the likes of him, he can’t hope for things like that, he tries to remind himself every chance he gets.

So why does this feel so real? Why can he smell your perfume, and see your worried face, and feel you touching him so tenderly. You can’t keep getting his hopes up like this. He wishes he could be a good friend for you.

He wishes he didn’t love you in such a depraved, disgusting way. He wishes he wasn’t such an odd person. He wishes he didn’t think the way he did. He wants to be normal.

“Rui?” You say worried, grabbing his cheek. Stop it, he wants to beg. He can’t feel you in this way and act like it’s normal. He can’t be this close to you and be casual about it.

His face contorts into something awful, a helpless expression coming forth. His mouth opens to beg you to understand that he is okay. He truly is okay.

“I love you, so much.” The words are like a ghost, shooting out of him. His breath gets caught in his throat, and so does yours.

What?? How could he do that?? All he can feel is despair curling up inside of him. His worst fear is going to come true, you’re disgusted. This is the most humiliating thing he’d ever felt in his entire life. He’s failed the one rule he set between the two of you, you’re going to leave his life forever. You’re gone now. This is worst than any torment he’s ever faced in school.

He needs to try and defend himself.

“I-“ His words are hasty, and he reaches to tear your hands off of his face to grab them earnestly. “I- I don’t know why I said that-“

He finds himself unable to continue talking, what can’t he talk?

Your mouth is on his.

His face relaxes, his brows unfurrowing as he hums miserably into it. He grabs you desperately, relishing in how wonderful your lips feel. He really shouldn’t be doing this. He really shouldn’t-

He deepens the kiss, trying to bask in you for just a second longer. His thoughts are all gone now. It’s just you, you, you.

It’s hasty, and needy, and salty. Your noses bump together carelessly, your teeth scrape each other. It’s both your first time kissing anybody, after all.

You two part shortly after. He’s panting, and so are you.

His breath gets caught once again once he sees the depraved line of spit connecting you two. You wipe his cheek, when did he start crying? How embarrassing.

“Rui Kamishiro, you’re strange.” You smile shakily, voice sickly-sweet with fondness. “is that what’s been on your mind this whole time?

He nods, apprehensive to admit anything.

“I love you too, if that’s what you’re so concerned about.”

You say it like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like he doesn’t love you like a stay dog loves the person who gives him scraps. He feels like everything is lifted off of him, like his head is finally above water.

He can’t help but let out a pathetic gasp. It makes his skin crawl. “I-“

“It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” You bring him towards yourself, holding him so gently he thinks he’ll faint.

He decides that he’s willing to be guilty if it means he gets to be like this with you.

What a selfish, hormonal, smitten, weird, depraved boy he is.

Strawberry chapstick, huh?

I want to tell Inumaki that he is Perfect. He is so expressive and loving even if he can't communicate...I feel like he would be sad for not being enough BUT LIKE HE IS THE NICEST IN WHOLE WORLD 😭😭😭😭 cryin rn

I was feeling really down, but writing this made me feel better, so thank you anon for sending this lovely little idea in.

CW: Shibuya spoilers, mentions of past injury, loss of limb, hurt/comfort, implied depression, insecurity, scars, non-sexual nudity

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“Hey baby, I’m back.”

You called out to your boyfriend as you stepped into your shared apartment. There was no response, but his shoes were in the doorway and his coat was hanging on his hook. Padding into the living space you still couldn’t find him.

“Hey, babe? Toge?”

Concerned you call out again. You knew things were rough for him right now with the five year anniversary of the loss of his arm coming up next week, but you hoped it wasn’t bad enough for him to run off.

The thought caused panic to bubble in you, your chest constricting as you hurriedly went to check the bedroom. The room was a mess, pictures and random scraps of paper strewn about. Picking up a few near the entrance, you realized that they were artifacts of your high school days. Pictures of you and Toge on dates, hanging out with the other second years, and sweet notes he wrote for you made up the mess scattered across the plush carpet.

Then your heart sank. As you surveyed the whirlwind of memories, you realized that they all had something in common. They were all from before the Shibuya Incident. Before he lost his arm.

Following the sound of running water, you pick your way across the room and push open the bathroom door. A blast of steam hits you in the face as you flip the lights and fan on. There he was.

He was sitting in the shower still wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, unresponsive as the near scalding water cascaded down on him. Without a second thought you peel off your shirt and socks before climbing into the shower with him. Crouching before him, you gently brush his sopping bangs out of his eyes.

“Hey babe. Found you.”

You smile softly at him, cupping his face with your right hand. He doesn’t respond, but he leans slightly into your touch.

“Can I hold you?”

You keep your voice gentle and quiet, your heart breaking for him. A slight, barely perceptible nod was the only sign that he even heard you. Maneuvering so you were sitting beside him, you wrap one arm around his back and lean against him. After a moment, he tilts his head so it’s resting on yours.

Sitting in silence, you give him the space and time he needs. After a long stretch of time, he pulls away and turns so you are facing him. You place your hand on his knee and squeeze it, silently telling him that you’re there for him, and he can take all the time he needs.

Clumsily, he begins signing with his remaining hand.

Why are you still with me?

Of all the things he could have asked or said, this was not one of the things you would have anticipated. You take a moment to think. Then you reply simply and bluntly, wanting to make sure that he understood what you were saying.

“Because you’re you. And I love you.”

He looks frustrated and his signing becomes jerkier as he speeds up.

But look at me!

He makes a vague gesture towards his entire body.

“I am. And all I see is the man I love.”

You have an idea where this is coming from, but you want to wait until he says it because the idea that he would think so lowly of himself physically pained you.

But I’m useless! His shoulders slump and he repeats the hand motion. Useless. 

“You’re not useless.”

You say firmly. 

“Not even in the slightest.”

I am though. 

The haunted look of self-loathing looked unnatural on his gorgeous face. 

I’m practically useless as a jujutsu sorcerer. I already have this technique that hurts me more than it helps others. Now I can’t even make up for my weakness with my physical ability because I lost my arm. 

Tears join the shower water dripping down his face.

And not only am I a worthless jujutsu sorcerer, I’m a pathetic boyfriend. I can’t hold you, the person I love more than anything else in this world, in my arms. I’m not strong enough to protect you. Hell I can’t even tell you I love you with my words! 

He averts his gaze to the water going down the drain.

And on top of all that, I’m selfish. I know I’m worthless. I know I’m not good enough for you, but I need you. I’m not a good enough person to let you go.

Finally done, his hand dropped to his side with a small splash.

“Hey.”

Your voice is loving, but insistent as you speak.

“Look at me.”

He complies, his lovely violet eyes dark and hopeless.

“You told me to look at you earlier. And I am. Do you know what I see?”

A pathetic man who-

You continue talking, ignoring him.

“I see the man I fell in love with in high school. He’s grown up and changed, but at heart he’s the same person.”

You caress his cheek, looking deep into his eyes.

“His face has sharpened and become more handsome.”

He shuddered against your palm as you brush your thumb along his cheekbone and jawline.

“His eyes show that he’s seen and experienced indescribable horrors. He’s lost that innocence. But I love him all the more for it. Because I’ve changed too. I’ve lost my innocent belief that we are untouchable. I’ve become harsher, more pessimistic, and less emotional. But you know what’s in my heart?”

You take his hand and place it on your chest. Quietly he watches you, and you can see that your words are starting to penetrate the self-hatred clouding his mind.

“In here lives the silly teenage girl who thought that she and all her loved ones were untouchable, invincible. The girl who cared too much about anything and anyone. The girl who spent hours daydreaming about going on romantic dates with her white haired classmate that always had a mischievous spark in his eyes. The girl who kept a meticulous journal of her dream wedding to a boy with purple eyes and beautiful markings around his mouth.”

The corners of Inumaki’s mouth lifted a miniscule amount and his eyes softened as he remembered. Encouraged, you reach behind you and turn the water off. Continuing to speak, you begin removing his soaked sweatpants.

“As for your inability to tell me that you love me with your words, that has never bothered me.”

Placing the sweatpants beside you to deal with later, you gently tug on his arm until he stands and steps out of the shower.

“Honestly, I like it better that way.”

He shoots you a disbelieving look at your words, but allows you to dry him off before helping him into a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants.

“Really, I do. It’s so easy to say the words ‘I love you’ and not mean them at all. It’s a lot harder to fake it or lie if you have to express them through your actions. The way you worked so hard everyday to make sure I knew how you felt made me feel even more secure and loved than a few shallow words could.”

You quickly dry yourself off and change into a fresh pair of panties and a new shirt. Leading out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, you sit in the middle of your bed and lay a towel across your lap before patting it. Obediently he laid down and put his head on your lap. You began drying his hair.

“You’re special, Toge. You express yourself through physical touch and acts of service, and have never verbally said the words ‘I love you’ to me, but let me tell you. Not once, in the five and a half years we’ve been dating, have I doubted for even a second that you loved me. Do you understand? I don’t need you to be able to say the words to me. I already know.”

After you finished drying his hair, he sat up and faced you.

But what about my arm? Do you really want to be with me still? I’m disfigured and disabled.

The look in your eyes is so tender he can barely stand it. Why? Why do you look at him with such love and affection? 

“Toge.”

You breathe, the look on your face telling him that you knew exactly what was running through his mind.

“I didn’t fall in love with you because of these.”

You squeeze his bicep.

“I fell in love with you because of this.”

You tap his temple.

“And because of this.”

You lay your palm flat against his chest. Looking up at him, he can see the sincerity shining in your eyes.

“I love you for you, Toge. You could be the ugliest, most ratchet mf to ever roam the face of the planet and I would still love you. Because you will always be my person. And I hope that I’ll always be yours.”

He nods, smiling at your word choice as tears well in his eyes, relief hitting him like a freight train as you managed to say exactly what he needed to hear. Tugging your arm, you help him pull you into his lap. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he buries his face in your neck as you drape your arms around his neck and card through his hair.

He presses repeated kisses against the crook of your neck, each one a silent apology for doubting the love you shared.

You rested your cheek against his soft white hair and took comfort in the intimacy of the moment. Kissing the side of his head, you whisper the words you so desperately want him to engrain into his soul and never forget.

“You, Inumaki Toge, are perfect. Just the way you are.”

oh that’s cool but did you ever think about how you will never mean as much to anyone as killua and gon mean to each other? and you will never be able to imagine how they felt when they separated.

well, good night! [ominously]

What makes Gon rejecting Killua so much better is that it never happened before. Gon is the only person who accepted Killua the way he is. He knows he's an assassin and likes him anyway. Other people pretend Killua was joking or lying when he tells them he's an assassin to avoid the truth. So Killua lets them assume. He was never able to just be honest until Gon happened to him. When Kite got left behind, Killua expected Gon to be mad but he wasn't and Gon thanked him. All of that hope accumulated to one single point where Killua became dependent on Gon's approval so that one verbal rejection was enough to make everything feel irrelevant. He feels he can't help Gon anymore because Gon finally is rejecting him. All of that hope can get crushed by the very person it came from. He experienced so much shit in his life that it became normal to him but this one small thing in comparison is what made him breakdown because it also became the only good thing in his life. He was so used to approval by his family that it became normal and expected, that's why Gon's approval felt like the only thing that mattered because it's the one thing he was putting hardwork into earning. And he just felt like all of it was for nothing.

⊹₊ ⋆༄｡° experiment gone wrong! (pt 4.)

synopsis ; in which the jik characters ask you to pair up with them for the upcoming science project

requests are open!

summary ; fem!reader, fluff, crack !, slight suggestiveness

including ; inumaki toge, takuma ino

pt. 1 , pt. 2 , pt. 3 !!

inumaki toge

takuma ino

likes + reblogs r appreciated !! <3

✦ ditto — k. rui (secret tag @lunavixia)

class has been hard ever since you and rui got seperated. his eyes travelling to you once you pass by him whilst he's frowning.

seperated from being beside each other in class, that is.

it's truly a shame he laughed too hard at one of your jokes; this resulted in him being moved to the front of the class, so the teacher could "get a better look at him".

you'd have to hide your smile at his 'i miss u best friend' texts in the middle of class while he looks back at you.

and during lunch breaks, you two would run up the stairs to the school's rooftop to see who's the fastest between you both. people would give weird glances— but neither of you really cared.

so, it usually led to this.

you settled your head on the taller male's shoulder, whilst doodling on your notebook, soon breaking the comfortable silence.

"have you ever liked someone here, rui?" you hum, the sound of the pencil gliding over your paper accompanied by the soft rustling of the wind as he looks down at you.

he pauses, smiling before answering. "yeah."

"oh. who?" you question, your eyes finally meeting his.

he shrugs, "you."

...

"REALLY? i mean— really?" you furrow your eyebrows, clearing your throat as he laughs at your voice. "yeah. why? did you like me too?" he teases, slightly closing the proximity between the two of you.

you soon then raise an eyebrow, "im not answering that." you mutter, taking a sip out of your juice box. "but why'd you like me in the first place? girl tell me everything."

rui clears his throat, as if he's about to tell a reddit story.

"i think i liked you in middle school actually. we weren't even friends yet. i accidentally walked into your classroom— and.. you smiled at me. it's some sort of cliché love at first sight. but after we became friends it kinda stopped. "

he sighs, laying his head on top of yours, but you shake your head; as if taking offence to what he just said. "did you stop liking me once we got to know each other because im weird?"

"i didn't say that. are you weird?" he repeats your question, and he could tell that annoyance was bubbling in your blood at this point.

"you're weirder." you mutter, before realizing. "wait, kinda stopped?" you ask, emphasizing the 'kinda' on his sentence.

he hums, "i think i still, kinda like you."

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