Content- akaashi Keiji

Overdue

prompt:  I know I’m running late – I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.

- A Postcard by Lang Leav

pairing: atsumu x reader (ft. osamu)

general taglist: @graykageyama

Being the older brother, even if by mere minutes, Atsumu always felt that he had to look out for his sibling. After all, his mother instilled into him that no matter what, he should always be there for Osamu and vice versa. On many occasions Atsumu took that to mean that he could take his stuff, as long as he returns it (which he never does), because after all, they’re brothers.

On other occasions, it meant that Atsumu had to learn to be the first to set his pride aside. He reasons its because he’s the older brother, but Osamu knows that Atsumu is just too clingy to stay mad at his brother for a long time.

But there were many times, many days, many fleeting moments where taking care of his younger twin made him think “I wish I didn’t have a brother.”. Yet, the moment something happens to Osamu, he’s quick to act as the third parent.

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━ peaches & cream

synopsis : it’s keiji’s birthday and everything needs to be perfect, but the more you try the more things mess up.

genre : so much fluff.

author’s note : my first lil drabble had to be about the birthday boy of course !

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breathe.

⇝ kazuha x gn!reader

⇝ hurt/comfort.

kaedehara kazuha is no stranger to self-loathing. under such a blank exterior, there lies a heart which has been shattered beyond repair; a heart that you have and continue to heal with the love you provide.

kazuha understands. he does.

yet, in his eyes, you are the epitome of perfection. a vessel created in the eyes of a god themselves; what he sees when he looks at you is a star. his star. why is it you look at yourself in such a way? why is it you hate the person he loves, why must you hurt yourself in such a way?

pressing his lips against your forehead, he listens to your cries; with his arms around your waist, kazuha hides you away exactly the way he knows you'd like to be hidden. he holds you close, keeps you safe.

its only when your whimpers silence, when your body stills and your breathing evens out, that he pulls away. all of a sudden, he's too close—he's too close and he's seen too much already, yet you can't bring yourself to pull away.

you're .. tired. exhausted, even. how long had you spent pretending, lying to your loved ones with a smile on your face? this weight that'd been resting on your shoulders for so long is suddenly lifted, there's no more trying, no more lying. not right now.

right now, kazuha holds you close. lets you breathe easy for the first time and hears you out; guilt floods through your system at such a realization, that you'd taken advantage of his kindness, bothered him and ruined his evening with your tears.

despite the voice in the back of your head, the voice that's been mocking you for what feels like centuries, you hold him closer. in this moment, at this time, and only now, kazuha is all yours.

what breaks the silence is kazuha's cooing, a quiet ' shhh, ' that slips out of his mouth when your tears threaten to slip out once again. you feel his hands slide against your skin, comforting; he exhales, slow and steady, urging you to do the same.

when silence reigns over the two of you once again, you find yourself leaning further away from him; desperate. go back to sleep, is what your mind screams at the samurai, yet his grip only tightens.

" ... kazuha. "

" hmmmm ... "

" kazuha .. "

" i know, angel. "

" kazuha .. i'm— " suddenly there are tears rolling down your cheeks once again. " i'm sorry, i— " yet you're silenced, his lips brushing against your skin, calm, composed. kissing your tears away, he pushes your face into his chest.

" there is nothing you should feel sorry for, my love. breathe. "

sincerely,

yours truly (part one). / sincerely (part two).

premise: your diligent efforts to uncover the identity of your secret admirer had ultimately amounted to nothing. in fact, your investigations only raised more questions — your companions' strange behaviors and shifty-eyed gazes hadn't completely escaped from your awareness, not to mention you've become... privy to some of their affections...

and what is the last thing you need while trying to search for one person who liked you? more people to like you, of course!

but that is exactly what you receive. (goddamn it all.)

includes: zhongli, kaeya, scaramouche, itto & the real secret admirer !

note: oh god i have done it. it's even longer than the other one but since this is the 10k celebration fic, it's only rightfully so! i hope you enjoy this... likes and reblogs are appreciated <33 please read the first part if you haven't already!

zhongli:

all things considered, zhongli is an unrelated figure to your personal issues, not particularly concerned with such trifling matters. you lived worlds apart, and he's generally preoccupied by his own studies anyway, too absorbed in his thesis to mind who has a crush on who and whatnot.

yet it seems as if fate is intent on pulling you two together whether you like it or not.

you belong in different majors, your lecture halls on opposite sides of campus, and he's an upperclassman. not to mention the upperclassman everyone looks up to, the senior equivalent of albedo. though he holds an air of benevolence and warmth, he's unapproachable in the way nobody would dare impose themselves in fear of bothering him with their presence.

professors only speak of his name in accordance with endless words of praise, and legend has it that any paper he proofreads is guaranteed to receive a high grade... not that anyone could confirm it, since nobody has been gifted that luxury.

except for you, of course, living the y/n life — you'd been slaving away on your assignments per usual at diluc's cafe when, in a moment of misfortune, zhongli had crashed into a waiter and spilled his coffee on your papers, soaking pale sheets in brown splatters and smudging the inked sentences you'd painstakingly written for the past hour.

if only your laptop hadn't run out of battery, you wouldn't have resorted to drafting with pen and paper. or you could have done your work in a later date instead of being productive for nothing. fuck.

witnessing your expression crumpled to disbelief and misery, zhongli apologized through offering his assistance in doing your assignment with you. and oh boy, he did it well. it was better than what you could've ever done, the insight he provided beyond profound. he was humble even as you showered him with compliments, still looking quite apologetic for the fiasco he caused.

and. right. it could've ended there. after that occasion, you would wave at him if you passed by each other at the hallways, but that's where the extent of your relationship ended, a pair of underclassman and upperclassman who'd known each other once.

but of course it's never that easy.

he pops up when you least expect it, running into you frequently even though the rumors articulated “you'd hardly get a glimpse of him since he's busy all the time” clearly. and he's acquainted with people you know well, just that you never paid attention to it; keqing seems to respect him a lot, so does xiao, ganyu perks up whenever he's brought up in conversations, and childe sticks to him when given the opportunity. perhaps it was only a matter of time that you begin a friendship with him as well...

but what's up with these horribly timed drama tropes you keep experiencing with him?!

bumping into him and dropping your books to the floor so he offers to walk you to the library, locked into a room when a professor asks you to collect materials for class with him and the door has a faulty knob, getting photographed by a student while you study in the same table and everyone assumes you're dating,,

you've been seeing far too much of him.

everyone's patience has been wearing thin. xiao tries his best to keep his annoyance at bay but fails. childe has resorted to bribing zhongli for free lunch to lead him away from you. albedo straight up drags you to the opposite direction whenever he spots zhongli within vicinity.

but it's like there's a force of nature compelling you to stick right back to him.

hosting events for college fests had never been your kind of thing, but attention follows you if you're acquainted with famous people, and keqing was unwilling to be an emcee if she didn't have a friend alongside her to act as a second host. of course, that meant everyone was deadset on dragging you with her.

you're not very keen on standing on a stage to face the whole school like a kid participating in a talent show, but you've never been good at saying “no” to your friends.

hence why you find yourself clutching on a microphone now, blinded by bright stage lights. you would much prefer if you were part of the audience. or if you were in ayaka's place instead, holding up cue cards behind the curtains.

there's some kind of beauty pageant going on, a popularity contest for the prettiest people in uni. votes are collected via online polls, and you're tasked to reveal the top 10. you don't doubt for a second your friends will all join you on stage eventually, and you've already asked ganyu to drag xiao up the platform if he tries to escape. sweeping off a piece of confetti by your shoulder, you flip open the folden paper in your hand and announce the winning names.

zhongli steps up as one of the candidates for first place and you faintly hear gasps of awe and high pitched squeals.

you nod at him in acknowledgement, and he returns the gesture in kind. you head on over to hand him a mic of his own, keqing busying herself by doing the same job for other contestants, and...

in your carelessness, distracted by fumbling with the paper in your hand to hide it back inside your pocket, you trip over an electrical cord.

you've been waiting the entire night for the time where you'll eventually embarrass yourself in front of a crowd. perhaps a voice crack in what's supposed to be a tense situation, a stutter in your words, falling off a stage even, but here it is, even more horrifying than what you could've imagined.

squeezing your eyes shut instinctively, you brace yourself for the hard surface to tumble onto. instead, what meets you is something squishy, someone's hands gripping around your shoulders, and-

FUCK. you banged your knees on the ground.

the first thing to pop in your mind is a myriad of swears that could stun a sailor.

the second is the oddly plush surface your lips had landed on.

the third is the sight of widened golden eyes. they look very familiar. but you'd rather not think about who they belong to.

the ugly screech of the microphone dropping to the floor is drowned out by gasps, yelling, and the scandalized choke of keqing behind you. xiao — who did end up being a contender for the stupid popularity contest and is standing only a few meters away, makes an alarming noise that could trigger a person's fight or flight reaction.

you hastily attempt to rise to your feet, but the floor is slippery what the actual fuck, and zhongli, oh for fuck's sake, innocent and oblivious zhongli grabs your hips to keep you steady.

.....of course the accidental kiss and caught in a compromising position tropes were going to happen eventually.

kaeya:

“it's from me.”

your gaze travels from the fresh, new bouquet of flowers emitting a sweet fragrance lying in your arms, and the face of the man currently standing before you, lips curled in what seems to be a supposedly reassuring smile.

“you mean... this and the carnations last time?”

his lips are still firmly quirking upwards, admirably patient in spite of reiterating the same phrase over and over again whenever probed with your repetitive questions.

still, he doesn't quite give off the impression of someone deeply infatuated.

and okay, not to be narcissistic, but you expected a secret admirer to... well, admire you more, yet this person looks as nonchalant as ever.

and he doesn't look like the type to profess love through subtle means. at all.

you'll be blunt. you've heard of kaeya. who hasn't? whether it be of mischief, or something more scandalous in nature, he's more or less always involved with trouble, gossip about him traveling fast. it may be an insane prank in the boys' dormitory or someone he bedded (who's supposedly out of everyone's league, yet fell for his charms so easily), you hear of his name quite often.

it's just that you didn't expect you'd associate yourself with him...

and if you have at least two brain cells to rub together, you can easily piece together the conclusion: this guy is definitely talking out of his ass.

nobody has ever heard of kaeya pining over someone so badly that he personally sent bouquets and other small gifts to appease them, admiring them from the shadows. it's so clearly not his style. if he likes someone, he'd flirt with them a bit and cleverly worm his way into their heart, and absolutely not give away presents expecting nothing in return.

but if he's not your secret admirer, then for what reason is he pretending like he is?

you want to seek the truth, and playing along for the meantime sounds like the best option. and this may draw out the real secret admirer, the sly part of you voices internally.

thinking it'll be rude to turn him down publicly (since of course he initiated this exchange in the middle of a crowd, and that only gives you more reason to doubt him), you decide to see how things go first.

if anything, this whole “wooing” business with kaeya seems like it's done out of spite. does he have a bone to pick with you? or he made one of those stupid “it'll only take a week for you to fall for me” bets with his friends? hopefully not, because that's terribly out of trend.

your indifferent responses do nothing to deter him from sticking to you like glue though, doing this and that to earn your favor. he's... not doing anything wrong, actually. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he's like any other eager guy who wants to receive your love.

he does a great job of remembering what things you like and dislike, making a habit of inviting you out for a meal in your favorite restaurants every now and then or taking note of what movies you're looking forward to so you could watch it in the cinema together.

... it feels more like hanging out with normal friends now.

kaeya eases into the idea of that notion, too, insisting on meeting you outside of his shady “i'm your secret admirer” business. it doesn't take too long until you begin to reach out to him as well, inviting him to go shopping with you to look at jewelry together (and dear lord, does kaeya know how to accessorize) or giving him a ticket to the amusement park when kokomi bails on you. (“so i' m just a rebound? a back-up plan?” kaeya arches a questioning brow, acting deeply hurt to provoke a reaction. you smack his shoulder and he laughs in mirth.)

(he definitely tries for the “let's go to the haunted house so you can cling to me when you're scared” cliche but fails. why does he feel disappointed though...)

if given more time, maybe the time would come where you'll both just shrug off the secret admirer thing and continue on normally as friends. it'll be the last thing on your minds, a joke that never had a punchline. just some prank kaeya didn't see through the end.

but then it resurfaces when kaeya had already given you your daily dose of coffee — yes, he somehow knows the secret recipe you like, something you plan to ask him about later — but another cup is waiting at your desk, its once warm temperature turning lukewarm.

you inspect it, judging for yourself, and you confirm it's the same recipe you like.

so this one is from the real secret admirer then, the one who's still hiding in the shadows. that, or this recipe is just popular.

the people residing in the same room as you observe the scene with interest, because apparently your romance drama became a spectator sport, stares pinned in kaeya's direction.

you knew he was a fraud from the very start, but others do not, and he's not sure what to say.

someone else makes the excuse for him. “do you have another person who likes you, [name]?” amber asks innocently, essentially saving kaeya's ass without her realizing it. you let your gaze shift from her to kaeya.

“...maybe.” you place the two cups of coffee side-by-side, feigning nonchalance.

if the real secret admirer found out that someone's pretending to be him, this must be his way of saying kaeya's a fraud in front of everyone. after all, if he was actually the secret admirer, there'd be no need for kaeya to give you another cup when he'd already placed one on top of your desk.

and a couple of people already know who the real one is, anyway. xiao just doesn't want to tell you.

kaeya sends what seems to be a longing gaze your way but ends up turning away to head to his own classroom. he'd only offered to walk you towards yours, and you didn't share classes. it gives you more time to ponder how to confront him.

you didn't have to. he explained things himself.

it comes in the time you least expect, a peaceful lunch like any other. he suddenly arrived at your table, tray in hand, and sat opposite of you. “it's not me,” is the first thing he says, no context at all. he admits the obvious truth and you shovel more food in your mouth in your hopes of hiding how curious you are for what else he has to say.

“but i know who's been giving you flowers... and the coffee. also the chocolate the other day. i helped him pick out the presents, actually.” and that's where you choke because that's not what you were expecting at all.

“he was considering sending a love letter, but i told him you'd recognize his handwriting because you know him very well. and he refused to give a printed letter because he thought it was 'lacking' and you deserved better than that.” he scoffed at the thought. “and that's cute of him. endearing, if you will. but he seriously pissed me off last month and i wanted to mess with him a bit.”

“so you... tried to date the person he likes?” your expression sours. that's a dick move. he immediately shakes his head, as if to say perish the thought.

“not that. i knew for a fact you wouldn't like me anyway. i was just teasing him,” kaeya huffs. “and he got angry at me. well, it's a justified reaction. but i didn't plan on keeping up the charade for long. i only wanted to fool around for a few days.”

“and then?”

“...i missed the timing to pass it off as a joke. then we started to hang out like friends. but i assured him that you didn't actually think i was the real secret admirer, so he forgave me as long as i... do some work for him.”

oh. he's right about that though. and that also explains why kaeya looked so tired recently, helping out a friend with his project as a sincere apology.

“does he plan on revealing his identity anytime soon?” you can't help but ask, your eager eyes betraying the nonchalance in your voice. kaeya sighs at that, leaning back on his chair and crossing his arms.

“i've been trying to convince him to. it's exhausting to look at him flailing about like an idiot. he talks about you all the time.” he frowns at the way your cheeks color. “you should try luring him out.”

you tilt your head in question. to show his point, he reaches out his arm, grabbing your hand. you let him do as he pleases, even as he brings the spoonful of your meal to his lips, and takes a bite out of it.

distantly, you hear a metal clatter against the floor and a voice cry out in surprise. you turn your head towards the noise, and you see—

the hell. it's just bennett tripping.

... but it's not like bennett dropped a metal utensil or anything. he is the one who cried out, though.

“wrong direction, sweetheart. you were supposed to look at the right. what a shame, you didn't see him picking up his fork like a fool.” kaeya laughs, releasing your hand from his grip.

he seems strangely reluctant in doing so, but you decide not to look further into it.

scaramouche:

at best, he is an unwilling spectator.

emphasis on “unwilling” because he truly does not wish to see you. like at all. you're pretty sure he hates your guts, but he'd amassed a lifetime's worth of misfortune and keeps seeing you... and the guys around you.

it's safe to say if your love life was turned into a k-drama, he'd probably seen the entire series.

he'd walked in on you when childe confessed he likes you, purple eyes narrowed into a sharp glare before he turned on his heel and left the room. he'd seen the way xiao looks at you, starstruck and excruciatingly fond, because of course scaramouche sat beside him in class (long, long ago they settled a mutual agreement to not speak to each other unless necessary, even if they hadn't verbally discussed it). he'd seen you at diluc's cafe, too, when diluc poured coffee at the angry customer. scaramouche's clothes were stained, as he was the customer sitting beside your table.

he'd seen you with kazuha when kazuha came to pick you up in the rain. he'd seen albedo draw sketches of you in the corner of his notes. he'd seen thoma with you while out for grocery shopping. he'd seen gorou follow after you not unlike a loyal puppy.

he's, reasonably, tired of seeing your stupid face and your stupid harem and he hates you.

by the looks of it, none of your friends like him. especially mona. she had a few arguments with him already. they didn't mix well, and scaramouche liked poking fun of the astrology she loved, a firm disbeliever of such things. “how is my birthday supposed to dictate my personality? or my relationship status? is this fortune-telling? tell me, then. what's my lucky color for the day-” and he only shut up when mona landed a clean kick to his shin.

...yeah. he's kind of an asshole. the type to scowl 24/7, glare at you for no reason, and bump into you without apologizing. then when you do try to make small talk to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, he scoffs and pointedly ignores you.

but you can't blame him for finding you and... the guys following you irritating. you imagine it must be an eyesore for outsiders. there's already quite a bit of rumors about you going around seducing men (and women, you add, because apparently you can't be friends with pretty girls without having those kinds of intentions... and yoimiya and ayaka could be somewhat touchy) and rumors are almost always wildly changed with each pass of gossip from one person to another.

of course your friends don't believe it one bit and are ready 24/7 to defend your honor, but scaramouche is very obviously not your friend, and he may regard you with something less than pleasing.

it's only understandable you're caught by surprise when you chance upon him picking a fight with people badmouthing you, shoving a boy to the wall with brute force you wouldn't expect from someone his size. (you berate yourself for making fun of his height in this kind of situation.)

“shut the fuck up,” scaramouche drawls out, fisting the boy's shirt collar. “your voice is grating to the ears. surely, you have better things to do than yap nonsensical bullshit out in the open?”

“what's your fucking problem?!” the guy responds, panicking within his grip. “it's not like we were talking about you! don't think so highly of yourself!”

that prompts a scoff from him, and he tightens his hold on the boy's collar. he immediately shuts his mouth, thinking it better not to retaliate. scaramouche's glare promises something beyond simple violence if he continued to act prideful.

somwhat satisfied by the fear glistening in the guy's eyes, scaramouche finally releases him. “scram.”

the group runs off, and you quickly duck behind a wall to hide from his sight as he walks away. you're not sure what to feel, conflicted by his usual prick demeanor and shockingly kind(?) actions behind the scenes.

unfortunately, your confusion reflects directly on your face. after a handful of times catching you staring at him, he finally snaps, “what do you want.”

your expression twists into something complex, and scaramouche's frown deepens. “uh... no, it's nothing, really...”

“you've been looking at me all day. do you take me for a fool?”

your face sours. so much for planning to thank him. maybe he didn't stand up for you and actually just found the noisy gossiping annoying enough to choke a guy and pin him to the wall. if it's scaramouche, it isn't too far-fetched at all.

and what were you going to say to him, anyway? it's not like he explicitly stated he did it for you. it would be beyond mortifying if you thanked him for it and he clarified that little detail, thinking you were stuck-up enough to assume the world revolves around you.

... no, that's too much overthinking, isn't it...

“well?” scaramouche impatiently taps his foot, raising an eyebrow expectantly. you hold back a defeated sigh and decide to stay put.

“sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i was, um, looking at...” who does he sit with again? “xiao!” you mentally apologize to your friend, using his name as an excuse.

impossibly, he becomes more irate than before, his taps ceasing into a calm quiet. the silence pierces more than the tense conversation prior.

without another word, he walks away.

...well. okay. that was safely evaded.

life continues on per usual. you don't interact for the next week, and you want to leave it at that.

except your life is a joke. a romantic comedy you never wanted to be a part of.

...you're assigned to a group project. with him. with childe too, no less. the childe who confessed his love to you not too long ago and you still have problems wrapping your head around it, not sure how to talk with him like you did before.

amidst this drama, scaramouche is stuck smack dab between you. he's unquestionably furious.

he's present when childe looks at you in the same excruciating way xiao does. he's present when childe tries to make jokes to ease off the tension, and it doesn't work in the slightest. he's present in the lingering gazes, awkward pauses when you graze fingers as you hand materials to each other, and reluctant conversations that never last any longer than seven clipped sentences.

scaramouche feels wronged. had he committed a war crime in his past life to deserve this despair?

and you. you just want to get this over with. collect information, make a powerpoint, and present in front of the whole class. easier said than done.

the three of you together doesn't sit right with you, but left with only two isn't any better either. childe and scaramouche don't get along if you leave them long enough for an argument to brew. scaramouche hates you and doesn't fill the silence when childe leaves for a bathroom break. childe tries too hard to talk when scaramouche leaves for a coffee break.

when the first day of working together ends, you nearly cry tears of joy.

“i can walk you home,” childe offers out of goodwill. it's certainly not because he has other intentions in mind, he's just concerned since it is pretty late.

“we take the same bus,” scaramouche speaks, for the first time joining your conversation. “we can go together.”

childe smiles in relief, lifting a hand to ruffle your hair. then he stills. old habits die hard. damn.

for his sake, you don't comment on it. you walk out of the library, scaramouche in tow.

the stroll to the empty bus stop isn't a comfortable one, but at the very least, you're accompanied by an acquaintance and you don't have to feel anxious being alone. you take a seat as you wait but scaramouche chooses to remain standing, placing a fair amount of distance between you.

“...you haven't made up?”

his voice is small, almost swallowed by the howling winds. you're surprised he wants to talk about it, but you laugh. “we didn't fight or anything.”

“fighting would've been better,” he replies. “an apology could still repair your relationship. but there's nothing you can do if you don't see him that way, and he can't see you as a friend.”

you look down at your feet, heels resting firmly against the pavement. “yes... it's tricky. i don't know how to act around him. i don't want to hurt him, but... maybe not rejecting him is painful, too.”

“then turn him down properly.”

“it's not that easy...”

“would you rather him still have hopes for a chance with you and eventually get disappointed instead of dealing with it once and for all?”

he makes an excellent point. it's reasonable enough... but you don't know how to bring it up with childe. not now. not yet. you'll have to think about it properly, the way to reject him with the least amount of discomfort from his side.

“receiving relationship advice from you... if someone told me this would happen today, i'd think they've gone mad.” you chuckle. “do you deal with friends whining about hardships like these often?”

“apparently, they think of me — someone who has no interest in dating — as the perfect person to consult for relationship problems.”

“hm? you don't date? do you like anyone, at least?”

he gives you a look. it's perfectly blank, devoid of his usual arrogance or irritation. you blink at him, the pause in the conversation stretching too long to be comfortable.

“you could say that. but i don't... try things i know won't work out.”

“...like?”

he rolls his eyes. “think about it this way.” he removes his hands from his pockets, approaching your seated figure. he comes startlingly close, mere centimeters away, and his fingers curl around your wrist. your lips part and close, and you wonder if he's trying to kiss your knuckles-

“if i told you now that i like you, with this many people who like you too, there's no way i'd win, is there?”

it's an example, you tell yourself. you asked him a question and he answered it.

“...so the one you like is popular...”

but his gaze looking directly into your eyes is too earnest, too honest. sincere. light reflects against the violet pools, a turbulent storm clouding within.

you neither nod nor shake your head. the bus arrives and you scramble to get on it.

scaramouche pulls you by the wrist when you nearly trip over the small set of stairs, leading you to a pair of seats. if you have something to be grateful for, it's that he doesn't try to talk anymore, using the pair of headphones resting by his neck for the rest of the ride.

itto:

itto barges into your life in a whirlwind of chaos.

it comes in the form of a stray volleyball plummeting towards your back, and the sheer force behind it knocks the wind out of your lungs. your knees buckle and you kneel on the floor, heaving violent gasps of air. the searing pain makes you wonder if you broke your spine.

distantly, a screech bellows from the court. a figure almost flies past the gymnasium's doors to check on your condition. “are you okay?!” it's gorou, you realize, his eyes blown wide with panic.

you don't want to worry him and say you feel as if you've permanently shattered a bone, but your back hurts like a bitch and you tell him so, “fuck me with a hammer, did a bowling ball crash into me or something?”

he ignores your interesting choice of words and answers, “my friends and i were playing volleyball, i'm so sorry! we didn't see you there at all!”

you steer your sight to the gymnasium entrance and oh my god. the doors aren't especially massive, and one of them is even closed, so what are the chances you walk past the small space and precisely get slammed by a stray ball? it's gotta be lower than a five star drop in gacha.

“can you stand?” gorou holds up a hand for you to take but you really can't move away from your fetal position without an explosion of ache jolting through your body. he's three seconds away from offering to carry you when someone else beats him to it.

“did you get hurt?!” a blur of white hair passes through your eyes, and you blink up at an unfamiliar man. gorou's friend, you're guessing, most likely the one who injured you too — that powerful force from the volleyball could only come from someone like him. tall, athletic, muscular. he's ripped. shredded. probably tore your muscle fibers too.

you don't let the pain cloud your mind. he didn't mean to kill you, you remind yourself. you stretch your lips into a smile, but it may just look like a grimace.

however, with a gentleness you didn't expect from him, he carefully hoists you on his back. oh. he's strong. and really warm.

...sticky with sweat too, but you'll try not to mind it too much...

“i'll carry you to the infirmary!”

your brain clears up from the haze of agony. “...wait, you don't have to-” before you get another word in, he rushes to the clinic, and you bypass many, many people. you settle for hiding your face as best as you can.

after proper treatment, he gives you a serious apology. you learn his name is itto, and you instantly recognize him. you've heard of the name itto before, that one popular student on a sports scholarship for basketball, but he's known more for goofing off with other sports teams. he's broken a lot of windows when he played baseball... and probably also broke bones of other people when he roughhoused too much on the soccer field. it's just that he's insanely talented, enough for most people to overlook his troublesome tendencies.

anyhow, famous or infamous, you can't tell yet. but he's very much willing to make up for your injury.

a free meal would honestly suffice just fine, but even after that, he insists on following you around, offering his assistance whenever needed. and, well. you have no problems with having an extra hand to help when you need to carry heavy equipment.

then he learns about the whole secret admirer thing and he proposes he'll help you lure him out.

“and how do you intend to do that...?” you inquire just as you enter the lecture hall, itto trailing after you and setting your bag on the table. his face splits into a grin and you have a vague idea of what he plans on doing.

he wraps an arm around your shoulders and tugs you close to his chest.

several things happen at once. a huff leaves xiao's mouth involuntarily. the crack of pencil lead breaking into pieces sounds from beside him, scaramouche holding the pen in his hand with too much force. the laughter ringing seconds prior comes to a halt, childe's face no longer displaying a bright smile.

itto blinks, retracting his arm. he didn't expect this outcome. “you have really overprotective friends, [name].”

as one would expect, you never got the results you want because too much people react to his provocations. it's tricky to pinpoint which one of them exactly is your secret admirer when they all like you the same. (this whole situation is truly absurd. it's not that you fed all these guys love potions by accident, right?)

itto doesn't dare upsetting gorou with this though, but with anyone else, it's free game. he begins calling you the most ridiculous pet names he could come up with, in the wrong place and in the wrong time.

my precious cupcake. my sweetest honeybun. little ducky. snugglepuff. they send shivers down your spine. (albedo is noted to be most affected when itto does this. it's not hard to imagine his brain cells frying when itto shamelessly calls you by such awful names.)

but then it becomes a habit. he's not doing it ironically anymore. his mouth had become accustomed to addressing you in manners only lovers do. more often than not, your friends would be caught by surprise when he wholeheartedly calls out “babe” to earn your attention and you turn towards him as if it's like the most natural thing in the world.

the cherry on top is when you attend one of his games for the basketball team.

it's not like you wore his varsity jacket to rub into everyone's faces the fact that you're dating. nor did you wear a cheerleader outfit of some sorts to show your passionate support as his significant other. you'd only come with gorou and kokomi, waving the banner the three of you made into the air as you were seated in the stands along the sides of the court.

when they won the finals, people on your side all rejoiced, flocking over to the team to praise them and offer their congratulations. thinking it would be better to stand by instead of joining the sweaty crowd, you stood aside with kokomi while gorou insisted on diving headfirst to the sea of people.

then a tall head approaches from afar. white hair, bright eyes, and a similarly blinding smile. “[name]!”

you didn't expect him to come to you. well. spares you the effort then. you throw a towel around his neck. “you're drenched in sweat. please don't touch me.”

he frowns. “not even a congratulatory hug?”

“not when you're this gross.”

at least that wasn't a stern no. itto grins. “wasn't i great out there?” he cards his fingers into his hair, fishing for compliments. you thought he had enough of those from the crowd currently swarming him. “i did a ton of 3 pointers. you saw me, right?”

“would you be disappointed if i said i was on my phone the whole time?”

immediately, his face twists into an offended look. of course that was a lie. you laugh and lean on the tips of your toes to reach his hair, ruffling it into a mess. “kidding. you were amazing, babe.”

that moment, you hadn't seen his expression clearly, occupied with patting his head. perhaps you hadn't even realized what you called him.

but to everyone around you, they could see it, plain to the eye — the shock in his gaze, the small twitch of his lips, the rise of his brows. then his cheeks flush a lovely color as he stares at you under his lashes with a hesitance as one would look at the sun, longing to admire its radiance yet afraid to be scorched by its brilliant rays.

he takes the leap anyways, staring at you as long as he wanted.

a lovestruck fool, keen to your touch.

your secret admirer.

relatively speaking, it's an ordinary day so far.

or as ordinary as it can be with a life as silly as yours. the past few weeks didn't feel real. you wish they weren't. everything has become too complicated. everyone kept on acting suspiciously and skirting around you, avoiding eye contact only to observe you from behind.

your day starts out seeing thoma when you open your front door, both of you telling each other good morning. you pass by kazuha having breakfast at a fast food joint. then you run into itto first thing in the morning, where he gladly helps in carrying a 3d model of your project into class. kaeya swings by to bring you coffee since you didn't get a chance to visit diluc's cafe, not having the extra hand to carry among the pile you already have. you make your daily greetings, saying hi to your friends and annoying xiao, as you always do. you nod towards scaramouche, and you even had enough courage to say hi first to childe too. when walking to another lecture hall, you happen to meet albedo, gorou and zhongli in separate times.

then at lunch time, when you briefly leave your belongings alone for a moment, someone leaves a packet of candies stuffed into your bag.

a sticky note is stuck on the surface, “please meet me at the physics classroom at 6 p.m.” scrawled in black ink.

the penmanship is good. it twists in elegant curls at the edges, brush strokes light and even.

you're able to recognize it at first glance, just as kaeya has told you.

you've seen it enough times to burn it in your brain. you've rigorously studied notes with that same handwriting, after all.

at 5:56, you stand in front of the classroom doors. in different circumstances, you'd have second thoughts before blindly following somebody's orders but you know who it's from, and it is decidedly not a murderer out to get you.

you collect an intake of breath, and twist the doorknob.

the last traces of sunlight bathe the room in a heavenly glow, a haze of aureate like shimmering flecks of gold. the billowing curtains hide the figure standing by the windowsill, the gentle breeze caressing your cheeks as you squint in its direction.

the figure moves of their accord, the sound of a book snapping shut following their actions.

albedo walks out, a serene smile displaying on his sun-kissed face.

“...hey.”

your heartbeat pounds in your ears. though you expected his appearance, it does nothing to dull your surprise.

“it's you.”

albedo had always admired you in quiet adoration.

he can't provide a clear explanation why his gaze is naturally drawn to you, turquoise eyes sweeping by your countenance before he realizes it. but it started out simple, as everything does: a curiosity piqued, when he heard of a person tagging along the supposedly unapproachable girls in school.

gossip comes and goes every season, and albedo knew it will pass soon. it's only a matter of time before they cling to another topic to babble about. most likely something kaeya did again, because he chases after trouble like a dog with a bone.

rumors are nasty. they paint you in malicious light, a person seeking attention among the most eye-catching lot. you wished you were on the same league as them, they said. you were only after the benefits of acquainting with those girls, they said.

but you were special on your own.

the way you carried yourself with confidence, against the judgmental stares and muddled opinions. the way you hadn't cared about what other people said, because you knew best about the situation and you were different from what they made you out to be. the way you genuinely loved your friends, sincerely wishing them happiness and doing everything you can to put a smile on their faces.

you were dazzling.

your laughter rang like bells in his ears, your grin a delight to see. your voice was melodious as you prattled on about the latest film you watched, or as you hummed a song with headphones covering your ears. your colorful expressions were amusing, a reflection of the feelings in your heart.

as the professor drones out during lessons, albedo finds himself distracted by his daydreams. what if he stood beside you? what if he could partake in conversations, not only able to hear your voice but you'd also hear his? what if he was the one faced with your smile, the reason of your smile, the one who made you feel such joy?

what if you permitted him to go further? to brush hands with you, to intertwine your fingers in simple intimacy, to curl his arms around your waist in a loose embrace, to press a kiss on the corner of your lips-

his ears burned in humiliation. what on earth was he thinking?

but forget “seeking attention from others,” it didn't even seem like you were interested in dating.

you showed indifference towards the idea, avoiding mixers and drinking parties. you also turned down quite a few dates. not to mention albedo wasn't even friends with you. he wasn't even sure if you knew of his name.

then you showed up at the library, and for the first time, albedo was thankful for the privilege nobody bothered his table, so you could sit alone together.

you became friends after his (despairingly embarrassing) insistent attempts to acquaint himself with you.

and he files away the little details, storing the small things about you in the corner of his mind. what you like, what you dislike. what days were you free, what things you prefer over the other.

it's a happiness he relishes in, the comfort of your friendship. but his greedy little heart yearns for more, for what you cannot give.

he tries anyway.

he's running out of time. you're always surrounded by people, whether you realize it or not. but he considers himself a selfish person. he doesn't want you to be taken away.

he may lose you entirely if he does it wrong.

but you're already here, eyes gleaming, lips pressed in a nervous tight line. the red dusting your cheeks leaves some hope for him, so he musters up his courage and simplifies the storm of feelings that eats away his heart each day:

“i like you, [name].”

♪ — BECAUSE YOU’RE SPECIAL

❥ summary: the things they’d do for you and only you

❥ characters: scaramouche ; kazuha ; xiao ; venti

❥ content: fluff, gn reader

❥ note: just some cute fluffy anemo content!! i worked vv hard so pls enjoy!

♪ SCARAMOUCHE

•  he would follow you anywhere, without question and without a doubt, trusting your own judgement wholeheartedly. if you were to say where you wanted to go, he’s on it in a moment; mapping out the best way to get there, making a list of the supplies you need, and writing down everything that you should take note of in a small blue notebook.

•  it’s an amazing experience, traveling the world with scaramouche. he’s truly brilliant and prepared for anything (in his own unique way) and harbors his own sort of pleased liking for these excursions. there’s a strange, sharply thoughtful clarity that seems to be reserved privately for your journeys across teyvat, and it feels almost like a painfully longing love that replaces his usual apathy and discomfort whenever he’s with you.

•  he dismisses all of your suggestions of payment or anything of the like, the only reward he expects for his hard work is the privilege to come with you on your trip. truly, he only wants to experience it all with you, the action of being at your side as you see everything, the ability to point out all you should take note of is intoxicating enough for him. 

•  the dazzled look in your eyes as you take in the awe inducing sight of the glowing dainichi mikoshi, tiny golden crystalflies highlighted by the sparkling light of blue jade, the clanging bells and joyful shouts of hundreds of people passing through liyue harbor, even the bitter, nostalgic familiarity of amethyst bolts of lightning crackling over salty puddles of water … it’s his pleasure, and his payment, to see you encounter it all.

•  well, that … and maybe a kiss too? not that he’d ever voice it, but you can see the pink dusted blush whenever you pay him even a small compliment for his services, archons knows he deserves many more for his services, but he’d do it for free, just to be your companion in these travels and forever on.

♪ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

•  he collects scraps of paper and keeps them hidden in boxes and folds of his red robes; all the emotions he can’t convey, his amateurish skills of manipulating words not always quite enough to tell you how he feels about you. pages, torn off strips of paper, crumbles of old, dusty scrolls littered with heartfelt words in scrawling handwriting, neatly printed type, beautifully drawn calligraphy.

•  all of it at the ready if you ever were to ask a question he couldn’t answer, silently giving you a note with all the words he doesn’t know how to say yet. someday he can put this aching into words, the way he feels awe when he takes all of you in, your beauty and the way you make him feel complete, how he’s just completely struck dumb by you.

•  he wants you to know, to be able to picture his emotions that are so painfully heartfelt, the earnestness of his innocent longing; how long he could think about you and you and you and nothing else, the way you fill his mind at all times and drift into his thoughts without him even meaning to.

•  some of it you already understand, his pale face flashes into an all consuming blush whenever you speak of, even casually and in passing, your affection for him; he does small favors for you without a second thought and makes sweet, romantic gestures that you return as best as you can, remembers even the tiniest details about you that he references with presents and jokes and everything he possesses to make you happy.

•  but if there’s even a chance that you can’t take in his whole feelings, that you’re not quite understanding how much he really, truly loves you, he’ll do everything he can to show you everything you are to him with these borrowed words that he wants to someday call his.

♪ XIAO

•  adepti don’t eat, but he’d try anything in the world if you asked him to, offering him dishes from all over liyue and even beyond, anything from cake to fruit juice to salads to barbecues. you buy the items from general stores and stalls along the roads, creating your own recipes that you excitedly offer him to sample, or exclaiming delightedly as you taste something new and then telling him to try it too.

•  he experiences all the new sensations in a way not unlike a younger kid trying things for the first time; his face screwed up in a cutely innocent expression as he sips a bitter, golden amber tinted tea, you counting off beats in the background until it floods into a delicious sweetness that reminds him of the refreshing taste of a cold plate of almond tofu and his eyes sparkle just a bit more.

•  he feels almost human, sampling the things you give him, whether you cooked them up yourself or purchased them from a restaurant, you always look excited to see his reaction and full of delight when he grants it a “it’s not for me” or “not bad” or “i like this one a lot”, always sugarcoating his reviews because you just seem so thrilled to hear his response.

•  of course, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it as well, this small experience that teases a mundane life, but it’s for your benefit that he gives such glowing praise; he doesn’t need to eat, after all, but your declarations of how he should even though he doesn’t have to ring with so much sincerity that he practically has no choice.

•  he admires you for how much you care about this, even if he himself has no opinion on it, and almost feels flattered sometimes, with wide eyed surprise that repeats itself every time you come to him with another plate, the disbelief that you’re offering him something of your own accord. he simply wants to see you happy, so if this is a way to make you smile, he’ll take every chance he can. 

♪ VENTI

•  the wind is at his constant beck and call as the anemo archon, and with a wave of his fingertips he can send spirals of breezy flurries through the atmosphere around him and you, teasing cool, cloudy wisps against your skin that make you shiver delightedly and laugh, your voice sounding sparklingly joyful and he can’t get enough of it.

•  there’s a constant, tiny buffet of wind lifting his blue tinted braids gently into the air; the same mild, soft breeze that twirls through your hair and spins your shirt sleeves into billowing puffs, so sweetly cool and constantly present that you can feel it even when you simply weave your hands through the air.

•  it can be soft, gentle, pillowing gusts of smooth clouds underneath you in calmer moments as trees rustle and dandelion seeds whirl through the air, or explosive bursts of furious wind when danger approaches, whipping everything around you into a frenzy as he weaves the sky itself into a weapon to defend, refusing to let any harm come to you.

•  it’s a precious and protective charm of his, the comfort that it brings him to cast you a tiny bit of fluttering gusts that rush past your face in shivery, paradoxical warmth, a reminder of his presence even when he isn’t physically there, a promise that he is still with you even when he is not, so you will always, always be safe.

•  the power of the wind is something he grants to only those strictly deserving, and who have gone through enough for him to decide they shall receive something to better their life with. but it’s beautiful, and it’s playful and carefree, and it fills the world and you with wonder, so to you he gives it freely because it is his power, and what is his power if not an extension of himself to please the one he loves?

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𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

prompt: sharing clothes

word count: 3.6k (oh my fucking god KAJSDAKSLD)

A/N: LMAO OKAY the way the actual prompt is only mentioned like twice in the actual fic,,,,,i’m sorry i just took the idea (loosely based on an ad for the show “dash and lily” on netflix whoops) and REALLY RAN WITH IT. anyway, hope you enjoy anyway haha this is unedited (and uh,,there’s a bit of angst) i’m so sorry

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The bell rings quietly as you push the door open, and suddenly you feel like you’re home.

It’s a small bookstore a little ways away from your school. You’ve been visiting for years now, so you’ve gotten used to the dark red wood facade, the slightly musty scent of old books, and the dim lighting inside.

“Hello.” you greet the old woman behind the counter politely, bowing your head as she smiles.

“Hello, dear! We just got a new shipment in the back, you should take a look! Might be something you like there.”

With another nod, you drag your feet toward the back as instructed, drinking in the sight of all the shelves. Your fingers drag over the spines of the books as you pass, as though trying to extract the stories from within each of the bound pages. Finally arriving at the book of the store, you see that the owner was correct—there’s a variety of new books available, all different genres and sizes.

WIth a quick scan, one book sticks out to you. It’s decently thick, a red spine with gold lettering in a pretty calligraphy font. Your fingers twitch toward it, ready to pull it out and inspect it, when a sudden sound from your phone makes you flinch.

(1 new message)

keiji: Do you want to hang out today? I know you had a rough calc test, maybe we can de-stress together. Just let me know.

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⠀✔︎ Listening to your heartbeat to make sure you’re still alive

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Okay so this one deffo won the sfw poll lmaoo–– Altered the in-poll prompt a bit so it’s not monotonous. 

✔︎ Feat:  [ Diluc, Kazuha, Zhongli, Xiao ] Slight angst, but mainly hurt/comfort and fluff. Less ‘life or death’ -y than you might expect (except Xiao’s lmao.) Reader w/ an electro vision & sword in Kazuha’s ver. Guizhong mentioned v briefly in Zhongli’s. Lightly-described injuries in Xiao’s. GN! reader. Unedited !! <3

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✔︎ Diluc

It happens most often on rainy days, or around the time of year that’s near Diluc’s birthday.

Sometimes he’ll jolt up in bed, suddenly awake with his eyes wide and hazy, or sometimes you’ll be minding your own business throughout the day when Diluc enters the room, not saying much but just immediately making his way to you, wanting to makes sure you’re still here and that, no, he’s not dreaming.

⠀“Diluc?” is the first thing you say, the word coming out in somewhat of a wheeze, slurred slightly from sleep. There’s a distinct weight on your chest, though. Nothing too crushing, but there. It has you awakening quickly, a hand flying to the crown of wild red hair under your jaw. “‘Luc? What’s––”

⠀But the words die in your throat when the grip around you middle tightens slightly, crushing you closer into Diluc’s embrace. You can’t move your head to glance down, not with the way his red hair is unbound and everywhere, but you can distinctly feel the way Diluc’s hold is desperate and his breathing is shallow, like he’s just run from Mond to Liyue. The side of his head is practically digging into your sternum. 

⠀Your heart aches when you hear a small, choked noise come from him. You realize that he’s shaking slightly.

⠀“What do you need from me?” Is what you ask instead, hands burying themselves further into his hair and rubbing slow, gentle circles into his back.

⠀”Just–– stay here. Like this,” he croaks, voice hoarse. You wonder how long he had been awake before you. “Until I know for sure you’re alright.”

⠀He can’t see it, but you nod slightly. The hands in his har pet and stroke, untangling knots and soothing flyaways. The longer he stays with his ear pressed to your chest, the more he melts into you, losing the rigid tension. 

⠀“For as long as you want,” you say, pulling him closer to you.

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JJK | falling asleep on them;

✧˚ · . GOJO is the type to get really invested in movies if interested enough so he propably wouldn't notice you getting comfortable to fall asleep on his chest during a movie night. he turns his head to look at you and share a comment about something happening on the screen (why is he so dumb he could've-oh-) and immediately shuts up at the sight of your face squished against his chest because you look so cute. satoru definetly takes tons of pictures of you, the sweetest and largest smile on his lips, and prepares to tease you when you wake up in the morning as much as he can. and if he's tired enough he will snuggle your closer and fall asleep with you, but if he is not then he'll just settle you more comfortably and plant a soft kiss on you head, letting you sleep and finishing the movie.

✧˚ · . NANAMI is very fond of how you act around him, when he is not paying attention to you. when he happens to be finishing his paperwork at home you try not to distract him and mainly hang out somewhere else, but knowing that he is home and not being able to be close to him eats you from inside. so inevitably, you silently sit by his side on the table and lean your head against his shoulder with a small sigh, and kento has to supress his smile and withstand the urge to pet your head. eventually, he notices how your breathing slows down a little bit and turns his head to finally look at you. sweet, nanami thinks as he watches you for a few seconds before carefully picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom(and maybe join you a minute later because he can't resist you for too long).

✧˚ · . MEGUMI hates the missions gojo-sensei often sends him to complete, but they are better whenever you are around to participate. most of the time, he needs some cleaning after because of the cuts and bruises, this mission isn't an exception, so that's how he finds himself in the shoko-san's office with you, sitting by his side. he leans his back againt the wall, subtly focusing on your slightly rapid breathing, and then he feels weight on his lap. he manages to give a questioning look while silently observing your figure, trying to get comfortable on hard stools, and when he recieves a tired smile and a 'please?'' as if in permission to lay your head on his thighs, fushiguro can only nod. it's not long before your breathing steadies; megumi can't help the dust that spreads all over his cheeks as his fingers move your hair away from your face, gently stroking the skin, which visibly makes you relax, and he is glad.

✧˚ · . ITADORI loves, loves, loves to share his everything with you so it's common for him to talk a lot about his adventures. he gets so invested, like he is living through those moments again, and it gets you excited and interested too. when he is tired(and i'm sure this pretty boy can get really tired) yuuji often tends to zone out for a brief second and then come back to telling his story, but eventually exhaustion will take over him and i believe he is the first one to fall asleep most of the time. you are not mad, of course; he looks adorable while mumbling something in his sleep and drooling a little bit so you just join him, letting him wrap his arms around your figure to bring you closer with a content sigh.

okay but have we considered waking up with rindou cause idk he's pretty and he's probably pretty when he sleeps and yeah i wanna kiss his face pls and ty

[ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

you wake up to the bed shifting, rindou’s body turning to face you as he adjusts the sheets. shuffling closer, you grin, kissing his bare chest while his eyes stay closed. you know he’s shifted to block the sun from your eyes with his body—though he’ll never admit it—but now that you’re awake, you don’t think you want to fall back asleep.

not with the sight that’s greeting you.

“quit staring,” he says flatly, not even looking at you to know your eyes are fixed on him. pouting, you rest your chin on his pec as you look up. his jawline looks incredibly kissable from this angle, the sharpness and well defined slant making your stomach do somersaults. so you do, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw, trailing a few down until you reach his chin.

“why?” you murmur. “i could be admiring you, instead.”

“y/n, go to sleep,” he snaps, lifting the blanket up and covering your head with it. giggling, you poke your face out, meeting his irritated one as he stares down at you. his eyes are soft, though, staring at you with love that he hides behind his irises, the gentleness he keeps stowed away peeking through his orbs when you cup his cheek.

“can’t,” you grin. “you’re too pretty,” you whisper. moving up, you kiss his cheeks, then his nose, and lastly, his forehead. rindou’s utterly tired of you. each day there’s a new reason he adds to his list of why you’re much too troublesome for his time, but he can never seem to let you go. you hold his heart with a vice grip, you just keep coming even when he’s pushing, and you stay. when he comes home expecting you to be gone, just when he thinks he’s shaken you off, you’re waiting for him, latching on and holding tighter.

and try as he might, he can’t forget about you. not the way your hands cradle his face, not the way you gently tend to the wounds he comes home with, not the way you reach for his hand in your sleep with a smile on your face, and not the way your soft lips feel against his rough and chapped ones. everything about you is engraved into the smallest crevice of his heart and mind and soul, and he hates you—he can’t stand that you make him love you.

“i hate it when you open your mouth,” he grumbles. despite his words, his arm curls around your body and tugs it down against his chest. “and you missed a spot.” and when you tilt your head up, batting your eyelashes at him innocently, he purses his lips at you. you did it on purpose, he realizes, but he still leans down and kisses you softly on the lips—and it’s somewhat needy, even.

“you know what you are?” you hum, rubbing your thumb over the warm skin of his cheek. “a pretty boy,” you whisper. “you’re a really pretty boy, you know that?”

“great, thank you. now sleep,” he sighs. “it’s still early,” he adds, voice a bit softer.

“you’ll be gone by the time i wake up,” you pout, burying your face into his chest. his hand rubs circles into the small of your back, and in his head, rindou promises he’ll do everything he can to return to you by dinner time. he’ll sit and have it with you—because he knows you’ll wait to eat when he gets back, just like you always insist, and he hates the thought of you sitting with an empty stomach.

but you’re stubborn, he knows that. it’s why you’ve weaseled your way into his life in the first place.

“i’ll wake you before i go,” he mutters. “you can do my tie since you like doing it so much.” inwardly, he melts a little at the smile he feels against his skin.

“promise?”

“are you serious?”

“rin, come on,” you insist, poking his chest. he rolls his eyes at you, just like he always does. but he caves, just like he always does.

“fine. i promise.”

and the words mean more than that. i love you, they whisper, the meaning weaving into your mind the same way his fingers do with yours. i love you.

Within the Void

a/n | this has been in my drafts for forever and i’m happy to finally share it with y’all :) i have definitely been very high off of the scara hopium leaks and lore lately, and wanted to write this based on the unknown parts of his character. i really tried to challenge myself with this piece. i hope you like it and happy holidays everyone!! (art credits @/chinikuniku on twitter)

warnings | slight profanity

genre | love confession, enemies to lovers

word count | 2.3k

pairing | scaramouche x reader

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