Love / Toge Inumaki X F!reader

baseball

pairing: inumaki toge x gn!reader

the crack of impact rings in your ears as you watch him drop the bat and swiftly make it on base. you weren’t sure how to feel about the results of the goodwill event being settled with a baseball game, but seeing the way everyone is letting loose and enjoying themselves instantly changes your mind. not to mention, getting to see your boyfriend in action is a real treat.

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PLSSSS I AM SO IN LOVE

akaashi doesn’t want a tutor. he needs one, but that doesn’t mean he wanted one. he’s not even sure how it was recommended to him in the first place, weren’t his grades good enough?

his pencil bends under the force of his thumb at the thought, holding back the urge to roll his eyes at whoever the teacher thought would be suitable to explain english literature to him.

english literature. to him of all people. his pencil bends a bit harsher this time, teetering on the edge of snapping in half.

gosh - he hated english literature. not because he failed at it, but because he loved reading enough to understand that this class would do nothing but destroy his creativity and make writing feel like a chore.

so between all that, and the fact that he’s been needing to clock more volleyball hours for the upcoming nationals, he guesses he can understand why a tutor was brought up to him.

“sorry, i’m late!” you walk up to his seat, apologizing, and the second he sees you - the pencil in his thumb breaks.

you?

you smile, shy, maybe polite too, “ah shit, terrible first impression huh?”

on the contrary. you’ve been making impressions left and right to akaashi, and none of them he’d ever use the word terrible to describe.

so, maybe he had a little crush. not that he’d ever tell you about it, but what are the chances that the one person he found a bit more lovely than the rest would be the person to tutor him.

“it’s fine,” he tells you, curtious, “i really didn’t wait long.” he smiles, lying.

you nod, appreciative of the fact that he was being so nice about it, you introduce yourself, he tells you his name, and you briefly mentioned how pretty it was before he tells you if you’ve ever heard yours.

you smile at him, “flattery will get you nowhere.”

“it wasn’t my intention,” he tells you, but you don’t miss the tiny glint in his eyes as he does.

you grin, laughing the small banter away, and you sit next to him, eyeing the broken piece of pencil in his hand but you decide to not mention it anyways.

you look to him, “well, we better get started or we won’t get anything done today.”

akaashi has a better look at you now, especially considering how you sat so close to him that he could just reach out and push your hair away, not that he would, but he could, and that made it unexpectedly difficult to concentrate at anything other than you.

akaashi thinks, not for the first time, how pretty your eyes are, and that thought is shortly followed by a smile, everything about you was lovely.

“where do we start?” you ask him, eyeing his notebooks, and you grin, “the sooner we begin the faster we could go home.”

he frowns for a second - hoping that you don’t notice, and he glances at the book he kept by his side, “i’m having a lot of trouble actually.”

it’s not like he was lying, he hated english literature, but it’d be wrong of him to admit that he only said that because he needed help in freaking english.

“well, that’s okay too,” you smile that same politeness, akaashi finds it charming, “i don’t mind staying for how long.”

he doesn’t mind too, not when you stared at him so intently with those eyes of yours, and he thinks about how inconvenient it was for him to get stuck with you as a tutor since he’s sure he won’t ever get to focus on his textbooks as much as he’d like to focus on you.

really, how inconvenient. he thinks, a relentless smile on his face.

Can we get some jealousy? Like Akira being jealous when SO is being overly cuddly with Morgana (he's just so cute, isn't he, Akira? / did akira feed you,you poor sweetheart? You look hungry? (Akira: morgana is always hungry))

The thought of this was so cute, I read it and went to work on it instantly! Also you adding Akira’s answer was pretty funny to me (the dry humour) so I hope it’s okay that I added it into the oneshot! I wasn’t too sure if reader can hear Morgana talk, but due to your wording it sounded like no and would make Akira’s answer even more fitting, so I chose a reader who can’t hear him

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Cat in the bag

Genre: Fluff TW: None Words: 1.6k

It was a Friday evening like many, the chill September breeze sweeping through the attic yet it wasn’t as uncomfortable as it would sound like. Prior to your arrival Akira had opened the windows above his bed on purpose to get rid of the warm and stuffy air that had built up throughout the day. September was still very warm until the evening so upon finally ascending up his stairs, you had appreciated the cold air grazing your skin as you accepted the iced coffee he had prepared for you beforehand. It was a gesture that put a smile onto your face as you stirred the syrup within the glass with a straw you don’t think you had seen before downstairs. LeBlanc didn’t serve cold coffee actually. Sojiro insisted that watered down coffee was a pure waste of ingredients, but Akira had gotten some from the freezer regardless, careful not to make the old man cross his plans. Though if he did, the coffee was on Akira anyway. “It’s not watered down”, you thought to yourself after taking a sip, the mix of coffee and caramel spreading within your mouth, “Sojiro should make you in charge of iced coffee, actually!”, you added, a smile so bright that reached up all the way to your eyes. For a quick moment Akira froze, staring at you and taking in your presence. The way you looked at him, how your whole face basically lit up with his little present, made him forget time and present in this very moment - until you called out his name. “Akira?”, you spoke up, “Are you okay?”

He nodded slightly, erasing your concern in the process as his gaze shifted from your eyes to your lips. He wouldn’t be able to pinpoint what it was that came over him, but the sudden tension in his chest was about to burst, compelling him to grab your free hand and pull you closer towards him, his lips sealing yours. For a quick second you halted in your position, until you relished in the feeling of his warm lips and leaned further into him as you felt his hand rest on your cheek and tilt your face to the side. You smiled to yourself; Akira had these sudden bold moments that would always be able to sweep you off your feet - sometimes literally, even. They weren’t too often, so it wasn’t bothersome or hard to keep up with him or any of that sort, but just enough to always catch you by surprise when he was being playful. You felt Akira part from you as he sighed against your lips. Your initial instinct was to follow him, but his head was already turned towards the stairs. You followed his gaze and chuckled to yourself. “Not in front of Morgana?”, you teased your boyfriend before walking over to crouch down to the black feline, feeling the soft fur between your fingers as you gently stroke underneath his chin to stop him from meowing further. The moment you got out of your crouched position to get back to Akira,Morgana was quick to stop you as he nuzzled his head against your leg and meowed again. “He’s just so cute.”, you squealed as you crouched down once more to pick him up into your arms, “Isn’t he, Akira?”, you added as you sat down next to him and placed the feline into your lap. Whenever your hands would stop patting his head, Morgana was quick to complain about it. You didn’t see it as an annoyance though, it was actually adorable to you and you enjoyed taking care of him. “Did you see that new score?”, Akira grinned as he had finally beat the end boss on one of the levels he had been stuck in for ages. The both of you had a thing for retro games, take out and watching him play becoming a comfortable escape for your daily schedules. You raised your head up quickly to catch what he was talking about, but it was already gone. “I didn’t.”, you groaned, quickly getting back to Morgana who you were playing with. It was fun to bop his nose. “Did Akira feed you?”, you asked, bopping his nose once more, “You look kind of hungry…”, you added in concern as his meows became more prominent. Unbeknownst to you Akira rolled his eyes, a short sigh heaving his shoulders as he released the controller within his hands and turned around to face you. “Morgana is always hungry.”, Akira mumbled, not adding that he actually told you to stop bopping his nose. Your attention was already on him completely, Akira needed the little bit of revenge that he could get. It was harmless, but enough to annoy Morgana who preferred headscratchers over everything in the world. “But you did feed him, right?”, you asked, eyes not wavering from the little one in your lap. “Of course I did.”, Akira blurted out. Akira himself hadn’t eaten anything yet, but you hadn’t asked. “Maybe he doesn’t want me to bop his nose?”, you wondered as you drew your hand back. Akira shifted, pulling one of his legs towards him to cross them. A mischievous grin grew on his face as he slightly leaned closed to bop Morgana’s nose. The feline was fed up enough and instead of just complaining to him he had raised his paws, aiming to scratch him. Akira drew back in an instant, quick reflexes rescuing his hand. While your eyes had grown wide, Akira seemed to enjoy the mischief as he made it a game to bop Morgana without getting caught, drowning out what he said that it almost felt like he actually couldn’t hear him at all. “Stop it.”, you enquired as you pulled Morgana towards your chest. Unbeknownst to you, Morgana was cheeky as well and cuddled into you, making it look way worse than it really was by crying out for you, “Poor baby, it’s okay.”, you coed. “Poor baby?”, Akira mocked with a chuckle, “He’s just acting, love.” You knew Morgana had a tendency to be a pretty

dramatic cat, but still you loved him like it was your own, always being excited to see him and take care of him. Maybe Morgana was indeed taking advantage of the situation, but you honestly didn’t mind as it was harmless. “Doesn’t matter.”, you scolded him, keeping Morgana close to you as you had turned around so that your boyfriend couldn’t reach out for his cat any further. Akira’s mischievous grin had vanished already, slowly becoming fed up not by you but by Morgana. He wanted you to ask him if he had eaten yet, wanted you to put your hands in his locks and get rid of the tension in his body, hug you to himself and feel your warmth against him- and Morgana was in the way of every single one of his wishes. “You’re so adorable.”, he heard you say, biting his tongue to stop himself from telling you that Morgana’s reply was a sassy I know. Eventually all Akira could do was grab his controller and get back to his game, hoping it would ease his mind. He couldn’t properly concentrate and the opposite happened, causing him to become even more frustrated. He loved Morgana. He was cute, but he had wanted to spend time with you and not make you become preoccupied by his cat. Your attention only went back to Akira as you heard the TV being turned off. “Why did you stop playing?”, you asked, raising your head towards him as he simply stood next to the TV. It looked like he was contemplating on what to say, arms crossed in front of his chest to shield him from whatever you would say. But what was there to say, anyway? How could he possibly say this without coming off as mean or as jealous? Or am I jealous?, he wondered, eyes widening as he eyed Morgana once again. To his misfortune it had already dawned on you a long time ago. “You don’t have to be jealous.”, you laughed out, saving him from the embarrassment of having to admit it to you. However, his face still faltered. Akira had his own ways to show he wanted attention, bumping his head against your shoulder, lacing your hands together and being closer to you in general. You had been so occupied with Morgana that you had totally missed that perhaps today was one of those days. Even though Morgana seemed to complain in your eyes you settled him down onto the floor, patting the space on the bed next to you as you waited for Akira to stride over. For a moment he was contemplating it, but Morgana’s complaints about him being overly jealous actually changed his mind. Instead of sitting down next to you he took the opportunity to surprise you once more, settling down next to you before pulling you into a hug and falling back into his sheets. You yelped in surprise as the air was knocked out of your lungs by the way he squeezed you into him for a couple of seconds, but you still smiled. “I wasn't jealous, by the way.”, Akira stated as you had settled your face into his neck, his arms snug around your shoulders to prevent you from going anywhere, even if you wanted to. “Oh you were.”, you hesitated no second to put him back to his place. He on the other hand denied it again. “Fine.”, you concluded, head coming out of your comfortable hiding spot as you announced, “Then it’s fine if I get back to Morgana?” Akira’s hold tightened on your shoulders slightly, grey eyes meeting yours as he leaned in and chuckled, “You’re not going anywhere, love.”

12:15 AM

kaedehara kazuha.

“hi,” he says in a soft whisper. his face is close to yours, as if his cheek has been pressed against the wood of your door.

“hi.” you reply, breathless.

he leans against the doorframe, rounded irises of ruby inspecting you in silence. midnight, him, here outside your dormitory room. the thought becomes so bizarre that it was almost impossible to believe. but it’s real. kaedehara kazuha is real.

“it’s late,” you swallow anxiously. “you know the rules—”

“no peers sharing the same room after eight,” he chuckles, and the sound echoes deeply in his throat. “i know. just give me a second.”

the tranquility dissipates with a faint clinking from his side, raising his hand to reveal a small compass keychain in his grasp. “i thought you might like it.”

your cheeks flush a crimson shade at the sight of it. “what’s the occasion?”

“was thinking about you.” he murmurs, before jutting the trinket out to your chest, waiting for you to accept it.

and the realization finally strikes you…this is a gift. kazuha picked it out, because he was thinking about you.

“thanks,” you smile, outstretching your hand to take it. your fingers brush slightly, and a jolt of electricity creeps up your skin. “i’ll wear it so i won’t get lost.”

“is that something that happens often?” he grins lopsidedly, which looks unequivocally flirtatious, and you swear you can no longer remember your own name when you stare at it.

“how was your sunday?” kazuha asks afterwards, giving you a weird look when you don’t respond to his previous question.

“ah, it was um,” you shrug. “the usual. homework and sleep. nothing interesting.”

“and your movie?” he nods at the dvd tucked beneath your other arm.

“it was great. you can borrow it next time, if you want.”

the silence is deafening. you watch as kazuha’s gaze flickers towards the dark hallway, and your doorframe, before glancing back outside with a strange expression on his face.

“you know that i like you…right?”

your heart thrums erratically in your chest, and you heave in a deep breath at the revelation. “oh.”

“yeah,” he mumbles, fumbling awkwardly with his dormitory keys in one hand. “i just…had to get it off my chest someday. before i regretted not doing anything, you know?”

you look at his free hand, and how it seemed awfully lonely in the middle of the night.

“but if you don’t, that’s alright.” his lips flatten in a straight line, still averting his gaze. “i’m still taking the next week off, and we won’t have to see each other for a while—”

“so stay.” the words tumble easily from your mouth. “stay with me.”

his eyes finally meet yours, almost softening in admiration at the rosiness on your cheeks.

“you sure about that?” he whispers quietly, unsure of your answer and his crumbling restraint of desire. “i don’t want to force you into this.”

your fingers reach out to snug around his belt loop, gently tugging on the fabric to allow him to come closer. i like you too. isn’t that obvious, you idiot?

“go out with me, kazuha.” you say.

and in the slumbering shadows of the dark hallway, he leaves your room with a breathless grin on his flustered face.

HEADCANON + VARIOUS || wearing their clothes

request: I don’t know why no one requested this classic yet but how would toge,yuta,and megumi react to female reader, wearing their clothes and acting like them?

note: lowkey boys brains will go brr brr  LMAO - but this one is so cute >< like i want to wear their clothes too~ i wanted this to be just like an ask but then i got sidetracked and it became a headcanon cx but i hope you enjoy it regardless~

pronouns: she/her

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companion to an almost-god

ft. Scaramouche. Fluff. 1k words. Drabble though.

(HUGE Sumeru 3.2 spoilers)

If you were asked, ten years ago, five years ago, or even last month, on where you think you'd be now, you probably wouldn't reply with, "Archon-assigned friend to a war criminal." Yet here you are, padding up to the Sanctuary of Surasthana like it's your house, as you've done for the past month already.

Now that Scaramouche is under Nahida's care, instead of facing immediate execution for his crimes, he's instead burdened with the responsibility of making a new life for himself. And powerful as Nahida is, she can't always be the one instructing him through everything, from how to do small talk to coming to terms with his past. The sages are no help either, quivering in their boots at the very mention of the puppet that became a god — the living proof of their crime, no less. The Traveler would help, if only they weren't so busy, and old wounds are yet to heal.

So it comes down to you, a humble and longtime follower of Kusanali, to accompany Scaramouche for his stay in Sumeru. Nahida’s blessing would protect you from any… difficulties that may arise. She says that she doesn't foresee any real trouble from him, but you aren’t sure with how Scaramouche acts.

He’s either a grumpy cat or wrath incarnate whenever you’re around. Granted, you’re the one who spends the most time with him, so you’re more familiar with that anger than most.

Today, you bring a special guest to him; one that wriggles in your arms as it looks around the vast halls of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

Scaramouche hears your approach. He’s turned away from you, curled up in his corner and lost in his thoughts as he usually is. When he isn’t forced to go out to the city and interact with strangers, he can read from the infinite library of the Akademiya. So far, his only request to his stay was an opportunity to use the smithing forge sometimes.

You realize that you’ve been standing still for a while, staring at his back while the creature in your arms wiggles more insistently.

Scaramouche scoffs and turns to face you. “Another miserable task for me? What, do I have to wipe the snot off children’s noses or sing to the flowers? Is the humiliation of my defeat not enough…”

His eyes land on the creature in your arms, and blow wide open in confusion.

“What is that thing?!” He sneers.

You hold it up and let it speak.

“Name is Aragaru. This is purple Nara?”

“Purple?!” Scaramouche balks.

Aragaru shakes its head. “No, not like purple lightning anymore. Used to be like lightning: flash, smoke, faster than fire to destroy trees. But now, Nara like light blue wind after storm: fresh breeze to soothe earth after lightning.”

“What is it talking about?!”

You gently set Aragaru down, and it floats over to Scaramouche. It doesn't seem scared of him at all. Meanwhile, Scaramouche is trying to subtly scramble away from it, staring at it with a mix of disgust and fear.

Aragaru doesn't mind, wearing its goofy, crooked smile. 

"Wind after storm is calm but strays easily, wants to spread across every jungle and pond. Wind will run out if it does this. Aragaru will help Blue Wind Nara find direction for its breeze."

Scaramouche whips around to you. "Hah! Are you trying to use a… vegetable to give me life lessons, like I'm some kind of child?"

You shrug, already falling into the routine of tidying the books strewn about the room. "Aranara are more in tune with the world than any other being. If there's anyone that can help you figure things out, it's an Aranara."

When you try to clean up the books by the exit, Scaramouche suddenly grabs your wrist.

You jump back; he's wide-eyed, but not like the dark madness that he used to have. It's a warm, trembling gaze, as hesitant as a feather on your skin.

"You're– you're just going to leave it with me, like that?"

"I don't see why not. Aragaru's good at this. You know, they fought off the Marana– I mean, the Withering with the Traveler."

Scaramouche gives a frustrated sigh. "No, not the– I mean are you seriously replacing yourself? Where are you going? Are you–"

He swallows.

The hand around your wrist squeezes a little.

"Are you coming back?"

Oh.

A soft smile makes its way to your face and warms your gaze. You gently tug Scaramouche closer to you, just enough to rest your hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not retiring from being your companion," you say. "Archon-assigned job, remember?"

He huffs, but listens to you.

"Aragaru's just here because I think that connecting with nature is a great way to get used to the present. Besides, I've planned a trip for us to the jungle, and we're going to meet quite a few Aranara along the way."

"We're going outside?"

It's amazing how expressive Scaramouche has gotten lately, like clear spring water. The tinge of surprise in his voice is sweet.

You wink.

"You've gotten used to the city, admit it. I think you're ready to expand your horizons a little more. Or did I not catch you so-eagerly listening to the storyteller at the cafe last week?"

A furious blush takes over Scaramouche's face and he yanks away from you. "I did not!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"The Blue Wind Nara is as bright as Nilotpala Lotus, but shyer than floating blue fungi," Aragaru notes.

"Shut up!"

"Anyway," you cut in, "if there isn't anything else you want to bring, we can leave by lunch. Aragaru will show us the way, so long as you listen to the Aranara life lessons."

For a moment, Scaramouche is silent and flabbergasted, wondering for the nth time how he'd gotten into this situation. From a broken puppet to a god, and now – hostage of the Dendro Archon, subject to punishment of playing with children and part-timing at the cafe to "learn how to live." And now, he's supposed to go on a field trip with a talking, floating vegetable that can't even form complete sentences.

He dips his head and pulls his hat over his eyes. If he looks at your shameless, sunny smile any longer, he might melt. Disgustingly.

"This better be quick," he growls, but you easily pick up on the hidden excitement in his tone. "And I don't want any mosquitoes on me when we're in the jungle."

You dare to elbow him lightly. "That's my Scaramouche."

He scoffs, yet leans into the touch by just a little.

"Hey, none of that in the city." He scolds gently. "You don't know how many old bats have decided to call me their grandson or whatever."

"Sooo, it's fine to call you that in the jungle? What do you want: Scara, Mouche, Mouchey? Ara… like an Aranara?"

"Hell no. Call me… yes, call me… Wanderer."

"Pfft– that's so bad."

"Shut up, it's a good name!"

"Fine, fine. So you're my wanderer, then?"

He rolls his eyes. A touch of a smile at the corner of his lips. He slings a travel bag over his shoulder, hoping that you won't see his face. Hopes that you don't notice him tugging you to his side, protecting you, as you head out of the Sanctuary. Hopes that Aragaru won't point it out.

"As long as you're my Archon-assigned companion, sure."

atsumu fighting for you

it’s been five minutes since atsumu answered the door and you’re starting to get a bit worried. when he comes back into your shared bedroom, a red mark on his cheek and bruised knuckles, you can’t help but gasp and rush him to the bathroom.

“what happened? you literally only answered the door!” you exclaim, gently wiping his hand.

“it was your dumbass ex,” he mutters, eyes still filled with annoyance at the thought of them. “they said they wanted to talk to you and they wouldn’t leave. i gave them three warnings, i swear. but it came to this.”

you shake your head, looking at atsumu with a mix of love and disappointment. “never do that again.”

“no promises,” he retorts, eyes now soft as he gazed at you. “i would fight the whole damn world for you.”

send me a character + a scenario! no longer answering nsfw asks for this game!!

Miya Atsumu is a blanket hogger, not because he likes the added warmth of being sandwiched in his blanket; but because he always believed in monsters under the bed. Osamu calls him weird, but Atsumu insists that it’s better safe than sorry. As long as he’s safe under the covers, the monsters, demons, or ghost can’t reach him. 

So obviously, it’s Atsumu’s duty to protect you right? You weren’t ask picky as him about the blanket but you’d always find yourself waking up in his arms with the blankets wrapped around the both of you. Your legs securely tucked under the sheets and your waist held tightly with his arms. It was sweet. 

And you wouldn’t have suspected anything at all until you took a nap on the couch. The summer heat making you sweat so you let the blanket fall to the ground as you continue snoozing into the cushions. You tried hard to fall into slumber but the way the humidity stuck to you like glue kept you in a daydream state with your eyes closed. 

But soon, you heard the pitter patter of footsteps of your boyfriend. A sigh on his lips and the soft fabric of the blanket being slowly placed onto your body. For a few seconds you refused to move, despite the heat crawling on you, you feel him start to tuck the blanket against your frame. A slight hum on his lips and when he reaches your torso, you turn to look at him. An amused smile on you. 

“What are you doing?” 

Atsumu doesn’t feel embarrassed, he continues to tuck you in, mumbling softly, “Making sure the demons don’t get to you while you sleep.” 

It makes your heart melt, especially when you think about the amount of times Atsumu has removed or stolen Osamu’s blankets; but the fact that he was here, right at this moment, trying to make sure you wouldn’t be taken by the demons. You break free from the blanket burrito, arms capturing your man to bring him to you and you smother him with kisses. 

This one is good too

heartworm. (akaashi keiji)

➵ you miss akaashi more than anything. so if bokuto’s birthday party gives you an opportunity to reconnect, you’ll take it. 

wc: 2.8k

warnings: swearing

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto’s resounding chant seemed to rumble through the entire apartment.

“Hey, Bokuto,” you smiled, tilting your head at him.

“It’s great to see you!” He was beaming at you as he pulled you in for a hug, face flushed and hair all ruffled. You weren’t sure how many drinks he’d had, but you could tell by the colour of his cheeks that he wasn’t going to be standing upright for much longer.

You grinned up at him. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Thank you!” His voice boomed out of his chest – far too loud, considering the circumstances. But, you smiled nonetheless. That was Bokuto for you.

He ushered you inside before you had time to think, patting your shoulders as you stumbled through his landing room. His apartment wasn’t large by any means, but he sure had tried to stuff a lot of people in it.

There were some faces you recognized – old team members from Fukurodani, Yukie, Kaori… and it was easy enough to fall into the groove of conversation with them. Well, as best you could, given the noise.

True to form, Bokuto’s party was little more than pure chaos. Mostly led by Bokuto himself, in cahoots with some guy who looked a little like a rooster. And of course, it was fun to watch. But something about the cacophony and the crowd was making your heart beat a little faster. You weren’t feeling claustrophobic, per say, but you needed some fresh air.

You almost laughed at yourself for that. You’d been at this party, what? Twenty minutes? And you already needed a time out? But, you supposed that’s what tended to happen once you got to your second year of university. You felt more and more like an old crone each day.

That, and there was a notable absence from the revelry. You didn’t want to think about him – no, you wouldn’t think about him. But that didn’t shift the weight in your stomach.

Thank God Bokuto had a balcony. It was rather quaint and small, but it would do. Just a few minutes in the cold and the dark, and you’d be ready to socialise again.

You sighed, turning to step into the shadows next to the door.

“Keiji!” The name slipped out of you before you could contain yourself.

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when he lets you wear his hat

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: dark humor (just in the beginning)

word count: 1168

a/n: i am a firm believer that scara loves dark humor yes i might be projecting but nobody can change my mind ( ˘ ³˘)♥ enjoy!

your unwavering patience is something you’ve always taken pride in. 

there have only been a few instances where you’ve lost your cool in the fleeting years of your life, always feeling a certain kind of superiority in situations where you can hold your own even if it would be reasonable to let go for a moment. 

but now, after weeks of nonstop backhanded comments and complaints from your traveling companion, it is through sheer willpower alone that you haven’t turned around and tried to bite his head off every time he opens his mouth. 

“you seriously can’t swim?” the wanderer asks from somewhere behind you. “didn’t you ever have fun as a kid?”

you bite the inside of your cheek and keep up your brisk pace while he snickers to himself like it truly is the funniest thing in the world. the unforgiving desert sun is hot against your back and the fine grains of sand that keep finding their way into your shoes feel like they’re rubbing your skin raw, leaving you sweaty and miserable. 

the one traveling with you doesn’t share these sentiments, hardly even taking notice to uncomfortable sensations anymore, and thus remains entirely unbothered, much to your annoyance. 

he almost seemed understanding at first, suggesting you take a dip in a nearby oasis to cool off before you overheat, but one insignificant mention of your swimming skills, or lack thereof, had turned into him making fun of you for it before you could even begin to regret bringing it up. 

the wanderer doesn’t relent even when you keep ignoring him. “surely it’s not because you’re afraid, right? what’s so scary about water?” 

“quit it.” you warn him sharply, gritting your teeth so hard your jaw begins to ache. of course, you’re already expecting him to do the opposite. 

“wait, don’t tell me.” he starts, jogging a bit to catch up to you. “nobody bothered to teach you? mom just too busy to make time for you?”

this has you freezing in your tracks, coming to a halt beside him, and before you can even process the thought going through your head-

“at least i actually had one.”

the silence that follows is deafening as you snap your head up to stare at him, his expression of shock mirroring your own. guilt starts twisting around in your stomach as soon as the words leave your mouth, but the joyous laughter that erupts out of your traveling companion the next second chases it away as he hunches over and cackles.  

“that was incredible,” he gasps out. 

you narrow your eyes at the sight but you can’t help the smile that starts tugging at your lips seeing him thrown into such a genuine fit of giggles, the sound melodic and tugging at your heartstrings. “why are you laughing?”

he lifts an arm to wipe the sweat off of his forehead as he starts to calm down, leaving you with a bundle of conflicting emotions tangled together in your chest. 

“i never thought you had it in you.” he explains, sounding almost… proud? there’s an undeniable glow of satisfaction on his face, and it’s only then that you realize, this entire time, his goal was to get you to play along. 

“looks like you really can teach an old dog new tricks,” the wanderer shrugs, his usual shit-eating smirk returning to his lips. 

“i- wha?” you sputter incredulously. “haven’t you been around for centuries? and you’re calling me old?”

he makes a noncommittal sort of hum as you two start walking again. a comfortable silence falls over you both, the man beside you finally silent after getting what he wanted out of you. however, the heat isn’t any less forgiving than it was moments prior so your pace inevitably slows until you’re forced to stop and lean down to rest your hands on your knees, each inhale of hot air offering absolutely no relief. 

when he realizes you stopped walking and turns around to send you an unimpressed look it’s quickly replaced by poorly masked concern that shows in the furrow of his brows and the tight line of his lips. it’s only then that he remembers the bottle he watched you pack earlier that morning. 

“drink,” he says as he reaches into your bag and pulls out a full flask of water. you grab it from him gratefully and can’t help the sigh you release at the coolness of the liquid from being inside of a metal container. 

the wanderer watches you wordlessly as you twist the cap back on and turn to put it back in your bag, and the second you look away the feeling of something being placed on your head as well as suddenly being enveloped in the shade catches you by surprise. when you whip around to meet his gaze he avoids yours and walks a few steps ahead, arms crossed and hat mysteriously missing. 

when it clicks, your jaw drops a fraction and you reach up to slide your fingers along the gold metal leaves, finding them hot to the touch from the scorching sun. 

the wanderer never lets you touch his hat. not even as his trusted companion. every time you’ve tried in the past, he’s quick to step out of your way or slap your hand back whenever he sees you going for it. there’s a sparkle of joy in your eyes when he peeks out of the corner of his to take in your reaction and scoffs when he sees the awe on your face. 

“come on, let’s keep moving.” he huffs, tone sounding irritated. 

unused to the weight of the wide hat balanced on your head, you catch up to him on wobbly feet, one hand still holding onto the rim so it won’t tip off. how the wanderer manages to jump around and run without it sliding everywhere is beyond you, because it feels like it could fall off at any moment. 

this does not go unnoticed to the man next to you, but you’re too busy trying to stand straight and walk without tilting too much, so you’re not prepared for the gust of wind he flicks at you that tips the hat up and off, saved from falling to the ground only by his hand that shoots out to grab it and put it back the way it was before. 

“hey!” you pout indignantly, sending him a look of annoyance. when your meet eyes meet his, his vibrant indigo irises are swimming with mirthful contentment, and a small smile rests easily on his face. it’s not an expression you get see on him that often, but like always, it causes pitiful flutters in your chest. 

your frown softens despite yourself and you avert your gaze to the horizon where the sun hangs high in the sky, feeling thankful that you can just blame the flush staining your cheeks on the heat if he points it out. 

what a truly insufferable travel companion you have.