“i Was Made For Lovin’ You, Baby” — Karasu Tabito,

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yukimiya x gn!reader // fluff // 375 words // requested

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“woah, the birds are so pretty!”

arm intertwined with his, you curiously point out a pair of pale white birds that seem to blend in with the fluffy ivory clouds.

yukimiya hums in agreement, a faint smile etched on his strikingly handsome features. a soft zephyr dances in the air, ruffling his chestnut beret and making both your coats slightly flutter.

you’ve always liked these moments with him - even if it’s silently walking along the promenade in tandem, or sharing a mellow coffee at a tiny rural cafe, they all seem to have an underlying vigour.

maybe it’s just because you’re with him.

“hey! hey, you two!”

a loud but not impolite call snaps you from your thoughts, and both you and yuki turn to face the stranger clutching a camera adorning his neck.

“do you two mind if i take some photos? i’m trying to have a photoshoot capturing strong emotions.”

“strong emotions?” you question, glancing nervously at yuki, who reassuringly smiles at you.

“well, love is a strong emotion, is it not?” yuki helpfully supplies. “sure. we don’t mind at all, take as many as you need.”

“great! just pretend i’m not here, and just enjoy the moment.”

for a few minutes, you’re consciously aware of the camera lens pointing at you, but you soon forget it as you bask in the comfort of yuki’s presence.

it feels like no time before the photographer motions that he’s done, and thanks you two for your contribution.

“i really appreciate this. your names?”

“ah, kenyu yukimiya, and y/n yukimiya.”

your mouth falls open in shock at his words - you’re only dating - but the photographer simply laughs.

“you two are so cute together. did the whole world a favour by marrying, huh!”

and even though it’s the first time yuki and the camera person has met, they exchange knowing looks filled with something transcending human comphrension before laughing like old friends. you can’t help but smile too, too caught up in the moment.

before you know it, the photographer has picked up his camera once more, and taken a photo.

he swivels the camera screen to face you two, and there it is - your amused smile and yuki’s joyful one, captured on camera for eternity.

¡! ❝ REDAMANCY .. ❞

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natsume sakasaki x reader smau

warning(s) : overthinking, panic attack, passing out

w/c : 659

slowly, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into a month, you know how it goes.

it’s been about a month and a half since sakasaki natsume asked you to “go out with him” and you’ve somehow become the talk of the entire school (and the general public, since natsume’s bold announcement). you’re not all that surprised about it, couples are kind of unusual in this specific school, but you wished they at least understood common human decency and shut up when you’re literally right there.

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“you’ve got an eyelash right… here”

sae visibly stiffens the moment your hand made contact with his face. he felt his insides turn into mush when your delicate fingers gingerly pluck off the stray eyelash on his cheeks.

“make a wish, sae-kun” you chirp, showing off the little stray eyelash on your fingertips.

almost as if it was reflex, sae rolls his eyes

“that’s just childish”

you could only pout at his cold and blunt response but you were used to it at this point

sae couldn’t pinpoint why he felt the feeling of regret the moment he saw you pout for a second.

“i’ll make a wish for you then” you shrug, placing said eyelash on the back of your hand, ultimately getting ready to blow and make a wish

“hold it” sae grabs your hand and blows it instead

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN GET TO MAKE A WISH!” you react, pouting once again since you already made a wish in behalf of sae— for him to achieve all his dreams

“i did” was all he says back, jabbing a finger at your forehead. sae walks away, probably going back to training but you don’t miss the faint smile he had on his face

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・.・゜

“—No thank you.” How many has it been since then? “I'm not interested.” Rejection after rejection.

You could only stare as Rin turned down another box of chocolates one of the girls prepared for him on this specific day. You watched as the expression on the girls face turned sour, nose scrunching, and forced a quivering smile out of her.

“Ah, I see.” You watched as she walked away in a solemn manner. Yeah, you watched.

That's what you've been doing all day. You watched as your best friend rejected every person that dared to offer him anything on Valentines, and each time you see another one approaching—it strikes fear within your heart.

Because you knew, had you not decided to be a wuss and hide the love letter in your bag earlier that morning—you'd probably be the one in their shoes. Rin gestured for you to follow him after a few seconds of standing in the middle of the hallways, and you reluctantly followed, a bit tired now that you've finally reached the end of the day.

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Are you tired?” Rin asked, staring while you stretched your back. You hummed, before chuckling, “A bit, I got pushed around by your fans a lot. But it was worth it, seeing them all fawn over you was hilarious.” You joked.

It was true though, no matter how painful their harsh pushes past you were—seeing them fight over one guy was funny to watch. Even if that one guy was the person you were currently unrequited with. Rin stayed quiet, one hand reaching over to unzip his bag and rummaged through it.

You stared in anticipation, not sure as to what he was looking for. “Here.” To your surprise, Rin held a box of chocolates in front of you. Your eyes widened, wondering where and when he got the chocolates, “It's from one of the people who gave it to me, I'm not sure who, I forgot.” You being the tired person you were, thought nothing of it and instead slowly held the end of the box while his fingers tightly gripped onto the other one.

“I don't really like chocolate, they taste like wax.” He murmured quietly, a small stitch to his eyebrows already said a lot about what he felt. “They're lukewarm, right?” You playfully teased, and Rin unsurprisingly nodded his head in agreement.

“Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then.” You hummed, usually the two of you go home together, so why is he in a rush now? “Aren't we gonna go home together?” You asked way too quickly, not even considering that fact that he must be tired after being the star of the whole school earlier.

“Sorry, that sounded desperate...” Your apology was immediately followed by an awkward laugh. Rin lightly shook his head, “It's fine. I'm just... Tired. Bye.” You rose a brow, he said bye a little too quickly just now. Just what is going on in his head?

Rin slowly began to walk away while you looked back down at the crimson box in your hands, lightly staring at it before it hit you.

“Wait. You never accepted any of their chocolates.” Rin paused, almost like he'd been caught. Your eyes widened, a blush immediately creeping up your cheeks when you finally realized.

“You bought me these?!” You yelled, a little too loudly. You covered your mouth and whispered a small apology to nobody in particular. Rin did not dare to turn around, instead he gave you a small wave, “I'll see you tomorrow.” He said, before continuing to walk—just a little bit faster this time.

You smiled widely and ran to his side, not letting him escape when he'd just done the sweetest thing anyone has ever did for you. “That is so sweet of you.” You lightly nudged his side. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” Rin stayed quiet, too busy staring at the gate ahead of him, before he sighed when the silence that followed was too unbearable.

“... You're welcome.”

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

OO6 : mall encounters

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SYPNOSIS : [Name] doesn’t trust her dating choices… she’s gotten involved with several losers in a row, and she swore that she's taking a break from love. Oh shoot! Tartaglia jumps into the frame and publicly proclaims that he has a huge crush on the theater arts major! Can Childe change her mind or will [Name] forever be stuck in her "men are all idiots." phase?

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newfound dad and adopted son being deranged bitches together, more at 11

HELLO??? HELLO???? HELLOOOOO THE FIVE ODDBALLS ANIME???????? HUHHHH I LEFT ENSTARS FOR A WEEK AND I GO BACK TO THIS??@!#(#?

This is actually my third req lmao, I just love ur blogsssss. Anyway— I saw ur post, that u want some jun contents and such (Our boi jun deserves tons of appreciation) Being the kind person I am/j can I request, Jun having a crush on Hiyori's little sister :DDD

omg really? i didn't except to have such a loyal... fan? customer? i don't know anymore but anyways-, since it's jun's birthday today, i shall work on jun requests :D thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy hehe!

note: reader uses she/her pronouns here.

the day jun realize he has a crush on you; hiyori tomoe’s younger sister is the day he wonders if he should rethink his life decisions. jun wasn’t dumb to not know how he started developing feelings for you. he vividly remembered your first encounter. it was chaotic, to say the least. but that’s a story for another time. 

jun will do everything it takes to hide his feelings for his co-idol’s sibling. dread filled his body whenever he thinks about him being teased for the long future ahead of him. try as he might, he’s anything but being subtle. he’s such a simp for you to the point it’s obvious to the other idols in cospro. 

the first time eden noticed his change of behavior towards you was when you came to deliver free drinks to the group during their dance practice. hiyori was complaining as usual, about how you should have gotten him something else and the two of you started bickering. ibara and nagisa on the other hand, ignored you and were mumbling something amongst themselves. 

jun sighed, wondering if this was how siblings act towards one another. he picked up the final drink, noticing it was the exact same drink he always bought. and it was even from the same store! the fact you remembered every single detail sent his heart fluttering and his face grew warmer. 

“hm? jun, are you feeling alright?” you asked, taking note of his flustered look. 

before he could say anything, you had invaded his sense of personal space and placed a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. the sudden close proximity sent his mind into overload. you were so close that he could smell the perfume you used on your clothes. he could even see how unusually long and curly your eyelashes were.  

upon realizing the two of you were not alone, poor jun's face turned even redder and he stepped away from your touch. he averted his eyes to the side bashfully, able to see hiyori's teasing and piercing gaze from the corner of his eyes. you simply stared at him with a worried look, concerned about his well-being. 

“i’m fine! don’t worry about me,” he dismissed your feelings, knowing his worst fear have came true at how the rest of eden were snickering amongst themselves. 

ever since that day, jun have to keep his feelings in check, although he was failing very miserably since he could never say no to you. there were times when he joined you in pranking hiyori, much to his annoyance. there were times when you begged him to accompany you to the city area, not wanting your brother to know due to how overprotective he is. 

overall, jun treasures you a lot and all he needs is to have the courage to confess his feelings to you...

A toast to the past - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: a lot of sadness, grieving

Synopsis: some bonds and moments never truly die, no matter how much time passes. This is what you've learned not only from the League of Villains, but mostly from Dabi himself

A/N: as we say goodbye to 2024, I want to take a moment to wish you all a very Happy New Year, filled with good health and an abundance of positive energy. A huge thank you to everyone who has taken the time to visit my blog, read my stories, or offer the support - your kindness means the world to me. I’m looking forward to welcoming the new year and sharing even more with all of you. Here's to more adventures together in 2025!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The icy wind gnawed at the edges of the dilapidated bar, rattling loose boards and curling under the gap at the door. The League of Villains’ ramshackle hideout wasn’t exactly the place one might expect to find themselves celebrating. It wasn’t often the League found a reason to celebrate, but tonight was an exception. New Year’s Eve was as good a reason as any to drag out the stolen liquor, laugh a little too loudly, and forget - if only for a few hours - about the vain world of heroes that loomed outside.

Yet, the hideout was alive with chaos. 

Spinner had begrudgingly joined Twice and Toga in their frantic attempts to decorate, though the results were predictably awful - streamers dangled half-heartedly from the ceiling, and a mismatched assortment of paper lanterns cast flickering light across the room.

Mr. Compress sipped his drink, attempting to draw Giran into the conversation.

Shigaraki, for once, seemed to tolerate the festive atmosphere, though he sat hunched in his chair, lazily swirling a glass of a cheap champagne, scratching idly at his neck and glaring at anyone who came too close, his Switch laying on his lap.

Kurogiri had been busy behind the scenes, thoughtfully preparing colorful drinks for everyone. He made sure to mix several non-alcoholic ones, particularly for Toga, knowing she would enjoy them without the risk of getting drunk.  He'd always kept an eye on her, knowing well that she could easily lose control if left unchecked, just like Tomura. At the same time, he carefully prepared extra shots for Shigaraki, who had openly mentioned earlier that he wanted to get wasted to dull the unbearable itching sensation crawling beneath his skin. Kurogiri had always been attentive, and tonight, he was doing what he could to ease the discomfort of his comrades, in his own quiet, efficient way.

And then there was Dabi.

The black-haired man, as usual, lingered on the outskirts of the noise, a silent observer. He stood by the window, cigarette in hand, eyes half-lidded as the faint orange glow reflected off the sharp planes of his face. The scarred corners of his lips twitched occasionally as he watched the others, though whether in amusement or annoyance, it was hard to tell.

It was a strange thing, this party. A group like yours wasn’t exactly built for celebrations. You were all too fractured, too worn by the world to embrace something as frivolous as joy. And yet, here you all were, crammed into this shabby room with mismatched streamers hanging crookedly from the ceiling.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Toga announced, clapping her hands together with a giddy grin. She darted to Twice, who was balancing a precarious tower of plastic cups, and immediately knocked it over in her excitement.

"You little menace!" Twice cried, his tone swinging wildly between indignant and adoring.

It was impossible not to laugh. Even Shigaraki's lips twitched in the ghost of a smirk before he buried his face back in his hands.

You glanced at Dabi, who hadn't moved from his spot by the window. Smoke curled lazily around his head, his expression unreadable. Something about his stillness drew you in like gravity, and before you realized it, you were walking toward him.

"You're missing the party," you teased, stopping just short of leaning against the same wall.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze flicking to you. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

"Fair," you admitted with a small smile. “But you’re really going to sulk through New Year’s?” You leaned your hip against the wall, tilting your head as you studied him.

“Sulking implies I care,” Dabi shot back, but the retort lacked its usual venom.

The countdown began, Toga’s voice leading the charge. “Ten! Nine!”

As the countdown began, the League’s mismatched voices filled the air, a cacophony of excitement and half-hearted participation.

Dabi didn’t move. He didn’t turn to the others, didn’t even glance at the clock. His gaze remained on you, sharp and heavy.

“Eight! Seven!”

“You’re staring,” you said softly, though your tone lacked any real accusation.

His lips twitched into something that might have been a smirk. “So are you.”

“Six! Five!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he took a step closer. He stopped just a breath away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him despite the chill that crept through the cracks in the walls. His hand came up to cup your cheek, rough fingers brushing against your skin with a surprising gentleness that made your breath hitch.

“Four! Three!”

The noise around you faded into nothing, the room dissolving into a blur as his thumb traced along your lower lip.

“Two! One! Happy New Year!”

The room erupted into cheers, Toga’s high-pitched squeal cutting through the din as the others toasted and clapped, but none of it reached you. 

Dabi leaned in, his lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t soft or tentative - he wasn’t the kind of man for that. Dabi’s lips were firm, his touch possessive, the kiss rough and consuming. The heat of him, the faint taste of smoke on his lips, made your knees weak, and you clung to him as though letting go wasn’t an option.

The world seemed to pause, time itself holding its breath as the moment stretched. 

Dabi pulled back, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. His breath ghosted over your lips as he muttered, “Happy New Year, doll.”

Before you could respond, Toga’s delighted giggles shattered the moment. “Dabi kissed Y/N! I knew he would!” she crowed, clapping her hands in glee.

Twice let out a loud, exaggerated whistle. “Didn’t see that coming. Well, maybe I did. No, I definitely didn’t!”

Even Shigaraki seemed momentarily stunned, though he quickly muttered something about idiots and looked away.

Spinner groaned, muttering something about how he couldn’t believe he was spending his New Year with these people.

Compress raised a toast to the unexpected romance, and Twice fumbled with the camera app on his phone to snap a blurry picture. 

But none of it mattered. 

All that existed in that moment was the way Dabi looked at you as though the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“Alright, show’s over,” the black-haired man groaned, shooting a pointed glare at Toga before grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the door, leading you straight to his bedroom.

The night passed in a blur of heated whispers and shared warmth, his body a steady presence against yours as you made love for hours. The two of you stayed wrapped around each other long after the world outside went quiet. Dabi’s arm draped over your waist, his breath steady and warm against your shoulder. Neither of you spoke, content to exist in the stillness, in the rare, fragile peace of the moment.

The memory still lived in your heart, as vivid and searing as if it had happened yesterday. The hideout filled with laughter and chaos, Toga’s delighted clapping, Twice’s off-key singing, and the way Dabi’s lips pressed against yours at the stroke of midnight - it was a fleeting moment of happiness in a world that had given you so little.

But that was last year. That New Year’s Eve was the last you all spent together.

Everything changed after that night. The war came, tearing through your lives like a storm, leaving devastation in its wake. Too many lives were claimed, too many futures snuffed out. The League, the world, you - it all fractured, irreparably changed by the battles fought and the losses endured.

Now, you sat cross-legged in the grass, the late afternoon sun warm against your shoulders. A simple summer dress clung to your frame, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. In your lap was a handmade bowl of soba, steam curling lazily into the air.

“I started a job last week,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “It’s nothing glamorous, just working in the back of a diner. Washing dishes, peeling vegetables, that sort of thing. It’s hard, y’know? People don’t exactly trust someone with a past like mine.” You picked at the soba with your chopsticks, twirling the noodles idly. “People stare. They always do. Even when they don’t recognize me, they can tell there’s something off, like they can smell the smoke that clings to me. I can’t blame them. It’s not like I’ll ever really blend in.” You laughed softly, though the sound was hollow. “It’s funny,” you continued, wiping your cheek where a tear had fallen unnoticed. “The normal life we used to joke about… it’s so much harder than I thought it’d be. People don’t smile much, not really. And some days, it’s like I’m invisible. Maybe it’s better that way.” 

You held the bowl tighter, your knuckles white against the handmade ceramic. “I brought this for you,” you offered, shifting slightly to place the bowl in the grass. “You probably would’ve made some snarky comment about how it’s not your style, but I thought… I thought you might like it anyway.”

The words caught in your throat, and before you could stop them, the tears came - hot and relentless, spilling down your cheeks as though the dam you’d built over the past year had finally broken. You didn’t bother wiping them away. What was the point?

It took everything in you to get here. Reaching out to the Todoroki family - people you’d once thought of as enemies - had been harder than you could have imagined. But you needed to know where he was, where they’d laid him to rest. You couldn’t keep carrying the weight of his absence without a place to grieve.

The breeze shifted, and for a moment, it seemed to carry a faint, fleeting scent of fire - charcoal and smoke. It wrapped around you like an embrace, stirring the strands of your hair. It was fleeting, barely there, but it made you pause. Slowly, your lips curved into a small, trembling smile. “You’re listening, aren’t you?” you whispered, wiping at your face. “You always were good at pretending not to care.”

What you didn’t know - what you couldn’t know - was that he was sitting right there, just as you’d imagined. His spirit leaned against the gravestone, one knee drawn up, his chin resting lazily on it. He was watching you, his pale eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow. He reached out, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, aching to wipe away your tears. But it was futile, of course. You were here, in the world of the living, and he was there, trapped in the world of the dead. Dabi whispered, “Stop crying, doll. You’ll ruin your pretty face.” But the words faded into the breeze, unheard and unspoken.

He watched you carefully: the way your hands trembled slightly as you set the bowl down, the way your lips quivered as you spoke his name, the way your tears reflected the light of the setting sun.

You couldn’t see the way his jaw clenched, the frustration in his eyes as his hand passed through you like mist. The space between your worlds was too vast, and all he could do was sit and observe.

You didn’t know he was there, couldn’t feel the weight of his gaze or the ghostly touch of his hand. “I miss you,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you rested a hand on the cold stone. “Every day, Touya.”

He closed his eyes, his head tilting back against the gravestone as if to steady himself. The scars on his face softened in the glow of the afternoon sun, and for a moment, he looked almost at peace. “I miss you too,” he whispered, though the words were meant only for himself.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cemetery. Your fingers brushed over the gravestone, tracing the letters carved into the cold stone: Touya Todoroki. The breeze swirled again, wrapping around you like an embrace. It felt warm, comforting, almost like him.

“I miss all of you. Toga, Tomura… even Twice and his constant grumbling.” You laughed weakly, but the sound was hollow. “The world’s quieter now, but it doesn’t feel better. It feels empty.” And with that, you sobbed more. “I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more. I’m sorry I couldn’t save any of you. I’m so fucking sorry…”

When you finally stood  and brushed the grass from your dress, you glanced back at the tombstone one last time. “I’ll keep going,” you whispered, your voice shaky but resolute. “For you. For all of you. I promise. I promise I won’t let go. I’ll never forget you. And you guys will always live in my heart.”

He watched you turn to leave, his gaze lingering on you as if memorizing every detail - the way the sunlight caught the strands of your hair, the way your shoulders straightened even under the weight of your grief, and a faint smile crossed his lips as his scarred hand rested on the top of the tombstone. “We all know that, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft and low. “Live the life we weren’t destined to have. And don’t forget - I’ll love you forever.”

As the wind swept through the graveyard once more, Dabi’s spirit winnowed like mist under the light of a chilly morning, fading into the air that surrounded you. And a promise, carried on the breeze, was as eternal as the love he left behind.

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—𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 ?

ft. itoshi sae

summary : seeing you so sleepy sae let you rest for a while in his lap, until him speaking with someone on his phone woke you up...

warnings : none! f!reader, and a bit suggestive towards the end

"yeah, I'm doing good, really."

you slowly fluttered your eyelids open as you heard sae speak on the phone. you wanted to reach to rub your eyes so you would push the sleepy feeling away but you tried squeezing your brain harder to figure out what was happening.

a low chuckle escaped your boyfriend’s lips as you quickly closed your eyes again scared you'd be caught.

you two were seated on the couch, sae's lap being your new pillow, facing away from his delicious abdomen.

you remember mumbling something about being tired and the next moment you were pulled in his embrace, his fingers gently caressing your hair lulling you to sleep in mere moments.

as you peaked an eye open, realizing you're safe, you saw that he was answering some emails—known person business as you liked to call it, but the call went on as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to figure out who was sae talking to.

was he cheating on you? that thought alone made your heart drop, than race like you ran a few marathons. but that would be wrong. who would be stupid enough to call their side chick while having their girlfriend in their lap? and also, who would put up with your grumpy boyfriend? only you can do that. but clearly sae wasn’t an idiot, he knows better than doing such a thing in front of you.

his hand found its way on your head again and you froze. he was no mind reader right?

"she's okay mom. she's sleeping right now."

oh. he was talking with his mom all along, there was nothing to worry about. why would you? he's a loyal man, he gives you comfort, love and well...presents. he's the best and you mentally scolded yourself for having such a thoughts.

even if you now could've just pretended nothing happened and go back to dreamland, this interaction was a rare thing you got to witness. sure you do visit his family and stay over for dinner, but most of the time is you talking with his parents while he patiently listens, he rarely decides to add something to your conversation.

"I know, I know you wanted to say hi." sae sighed as he stopped playing with your hair. he leaned over to continue typing the said emails, and suddenly the room got a little too warm in the small proximity. he was your boyfriend, yours, but you still felt like you had a crush on him.

"okay, we'll be there. what? mom..."

sae's voice was getting hard to interpret and you furrowed your browns in concentration trying to listen to him and his mother talking on the other line.

"take good care of the girl!"

"mom I will. I promised you."

"I swear if you ever hurt her or she complains to me about you, you're never seeing the light of day ever again!" you heard his mom threatening him and you tried to muffle your giggles.

sae whined at the words "mom, please. I'm not planning to. I would want you to scold me too if I ever cause her the slightest bit of pain."

now he got to your soft side with that. he would never tell you that face to face but...he was sober right? or maybe it was his mom and he could tell her anything.

"tell dad I said hi okay? [name] too. alright, mhm see you on Friday."

after the call ended sae threw his phone on the coffee table like he was getting rid of a headache.

it was time to put an end to your act so with a fake yawn you turned to get up being greeted with a sae that had his head thrown back covering his face with his hands.

"mornin' sae!" you giggled rubbing your eyes, leaning in to kiss his covered cheek.

he peaked thru his fingers at you, then again covered those perfect features of his.

“...what’s wrong?” you started raising a brow at his weird behavior.

“don’t act all innocent on me. you heard everything.” he said now finally looking at you. you were now wide awake as his words felt like ice cold water being thrown on you face.

“no I didn’t.” you could give denying a shot right?

“liar”

damn it, you’ve been caught red handed. dropping your head you’ve put on your best convincing smile.

“soooo dinner on Friday right-?”

oh well the details could wait, now sae was busy smashing his lips on yours, his hands traveling all over your body leaving goosebumps behind.

a/n : I’M SORRY IF THIS IS BAD:<

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