#like him saying he has friends because he talks about the weather with his classmates. what the fuck kind of answer is that.
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joking about ritsu liking emo music is funny and all but it will never be as funny to me as the canon truth, which is that he doesn't listen to music. him liking mcr or whatever is too ordinary, him not listening to music at all is so out of left field and hilarious to me. ritsu is the funniest character because he tries so hard to seem normal and then he says shit that makes you go "wait. what the fuck" as soon as you think about it for more than three seconds
#he's SO funny but just not in the way people normally depict him#he's not cool enough to be punk or emo#instead he's so dedicated to seeming normal that it loops back around to being weird#like him saying he has friends because he talks about the weather with his classmates. what the fuck kind of answer is that.#enough emo ritsu. more ritsu saying something bizarre in a perfectly normal way so you don't realize he just sounded insane.#mp100#ritsu kageyama
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perv!bestfriend!jake who ends up fucking you one day after you catch him stealing yout panties😻
This scenario 😵💫
Pantie stealer! - s.j
He let out a shaky breath from the smell. You had washed them, it’s a shame they weren't dirty.
Genre: perv!bestfriend!jake x reader
Words: 3,8k+
Warnings: Jake is a massive perv, creampie, shocking, Dom!jake, sub!reader, lowkey size kink
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You and your best friend Jake have always been very close and your friendship started way back when you were eight years old. Your family had just moved in next door and you decided to invite Jake’s family over for dinner to welcome the new neighbors. You and Jake clicked instantly, enjoying the same tv-shows, games, movies, sports - everything, and you have been friends since then. After school you always hung out, ignoring the classmates making fun of you both and calling you a couple, they didn’t know your friendship. Jake was in your eyes only a friend - nothing more, nothing less.
But everything changed when you both hit puberty, the teenage hormones completely taking over your body. Jake clearly remembers the first day he thought you were attractive, and much more than a just friend. Yes, as kids he always thought you were cute, referring you to his other friends as the “cute girl next door”, but now it was different.
He was at the ripe age of sixteen, and just invited you over to chill out by his pool with his other friends. The sun was shining bright, and it was the middle of July, making the weather extra hot - perfect for a cooling pool day. He remembers laying down on a sunbed, watching his friends, Sunghoon and Jay, play in the pool, when you suddenly catch his eye in the corner. He watched as you slowly pulled off your t-shirt and unbuttoned your shorts, showing off a bright blue bikini with spaghetti straps.
The last time he saw your body was the year before, and he could confidently say that a lot had happened since then. His eyes scanned your body, from your much bigger boobs, down to your ass - filling out the bikini bottom you were wearing perfectly. And the straps of the bikini top were tied at the front, and only a weak tugg would let your boobs loose, exposing what he at that moment so desperately wanted to see.
“Damn, seems like your friend have grown up the last time I saw her”, said Heeseung, leaning down on his sunbed beside him - using his elbows to push himself up to get a clear view of your frame. Jake could feel the embarrassment by the warmth of his cheeks, not liking how his friend talked about you, pushing Heeseung away. “Man, shut up”.
But he was right, you had grown up. You had actually grown up a lot, and since then, it has been difficult for Jake to be around you.
As Jake was eye fucking you by the pool, trying not to make it obvious (even though everyone could see the massive bulge forming under his swimshorts), you did the same. It’s not like you were any different, noticing how Jake's soft baby stomach turned to chiseled abs over the years when watching him lay down on his sunbed. When you got eye contact, you looked away, trying to distract yourself by jumping into the pool to play with his friends.
Jake tried not to be a perv, but always failed miserably, until he couldn’t stop himself anymore. Always trying to catch glances through the door crack when you showered at his place, feeling his dick twitch when he saw the way you massaged the soap on your tits - watching the soap glide down your body to your core. Purposely dropping something to the floor, making you bend in front of him to pick it up, making it possible for him to shamelessly look at your ass in those short-shorts you always wore during the summers. Jerking off to you almost every night, trying to imagine you in cute lingerie, black ones, screaming his name for more. “Jake, Jake!”
Now you were both older, in your twenties to be exact, and you didn’t live with your parents anymore. Because you and Jakes are both broke college students, you decided to live in an apartment together, since you had been friends for such a long time and it possibly couldn’t get weird between the two of you. But, this has only been more difficult for Jake, and being around you 24/7 is slowly driving him crazy. You had become very comfortable in your new shared apartment, walking around almost naked, just wearing those cute underwear sets he had imagined all those years ago.
His perverted actions continued because of this, sneakily taking pictures of your almost naked frame to either save for later, or to send to his other friends to brag about his hot roommate walking around in only underwear. “Dude I’m so jealous, if I were you I would have already fucked the shit out of her by now”. He looked at the text Sunghoon sent him. If he could decide, then yes, you would’ve already been leaking with his cum by now. But he can’t, he can’t ruin the friendship you have shared for so long.
But you’ve made it impossible for Jake to not act out his dirty thoughts, and that is the situation Jake happens to be in now.
While laying on his bed palming himself by the thought of you, he figured that jerking off to only the thought of you was simply not enough. He needed something from you, something that could help him get off, something…like your cute panties you always wore. He could describe them to the letter, they were black, which happened to be his favorite color, lace panties with a little bow at the front. The panties hugged your figure perfectly, showing the exact right amount of ass for him to get hard. He knew what he had to do.
It was 2 am, and he quietly sneaked into your bedroom, being extra careful to not wake you up. As he walked to your drawer, he watched your sleeping figure. “Cute” You looked so peaceful, and he almost began to feel guilty for what he was about to do. But he was more horny than guilty, shamelessly opening the first drawer to immediately find your black lace panties. His hand begins to touch the fabric, rubbing it against his long fingers, and immediately his cock hardens at the feeling.
He couldn’t stop himself, hastily bringing up the fabric to his nose, smelling the detergent - letting the smell fill him up. He let out a shaky breath from the smell. You had washed them, it’s a shame they weren't dirty. Without getting caught, he sneaked out of your bedroom and entered his own over the hall.
That night was arguably the best night of his life, using your panties to jerk himself off. First he would lay them on top of his face, closing his eyes imagining you sitting on his face, before grabbing the black laced panties and wrapping it around his cock. “Fuck, y/n” The feeling of the soft lace against his hard, swollen, cock was all it took for him to shoot the fattest load of cum - making the fabric completely soaked. But that wasn’t enough for him to get off, the sight of your drenched panties making his cock hard again, so hard that it almost began to hurt.
His dick was already sore, hurting when just softly touching the tip, making Jake let out a hiss from pain. As he did before, he wrapped your panties and wrapped it around his cock, carefully jerking it up and down. It was so painful, but also felt so good, letting out moans while tears streamed down his face.
He felt so disgusting for this, imagining that it was you he fucked, and not your panties. Imagining that you were on all fours, desperately crying and screaming for him to fuck you harder, deeper, faster, until beeing compleatly filled with his cum - watching it leek out from your used up hole. He could even imagine what you would taste like, bringing up your panties to his mouth and imagine that his cum was yours, sucking and licking the fabric. Just that though, that taste, made him cum again, and once more after that, before being too tired to continue.
It was the next afternoon, around 6pm, and Jake was heading home from campus to his apartment. You didn’t have any lessons that day, and decided to stay home to do some chores before Jake gets back. Jake has been acting weird lately, maybe something was bugging him? To be a nice roommate, you wanted to do something nice for Jake, opening his bedroom door to tidy up his dirty room.
It looked like a mess, dirty clothes everywhere on the floor and his bed was far from tidy. Couldn’t he at least make his bed before he headed to college? Or did he use the argument that he was still going to sleep on it later, so why make the bed anyway?
After throwing his dirty clothes away in the laundry basket in his room, you walked up to his bed to tidy it up. As you lifted one of his pillows you were met with an astounding sight. Under his pillows were your panties, and your favorite pair too, covered in white stains. Omg…did he steal your panties? You picked them up and immediately knew what Jake had done with them.
The white stains were his cum. He had used your panties to get himself off, and probably more than once by the looks of it. The, still wet, panties were way too distracting for you to hear Jake coming home, getting surprised when he suddenly opens the door to his bedroom.
When he saw you, holding the thing he thought he hid good enough for you to not find it, he panicked. “Y/n… what are you doing?” You looked back at Jake, and then at the panties you were holding once more. You let out a chuckle “What am I doing? No, Jake, what are you doing? Are these my panties?” He gulped down the saliva that was forming in his mouth out of nervousness. Fuck, what have I done.
He never answered, just stared at you nervously. “Did you- you- jerk off using my panties”. You couldn’t help but to feel the arousal between your legs by the thought of him wrapping your lace panties around his hard pulsating cock, letting out soft groans - probably thinking about you while doing it. Subconsciously you clench your thighs together at this thought, something that Jake noticed.
The sudden smirk forming on Jake's face by the sight of your clenching thighs didn’t go unrecognized by you, immediately backing away from him when he suddenly walked closer to you. “Maybe I did, do you like that? The thought of me jerking off with your cute little panties, hm?”
You didn’t recognise the Jake you have always known in front of you, but this new, discovered, version of him sure did turn you on. His eyes were dark, hooded, and he licked his lips by the sight of your nervous figure. Still walking away from him, you felt the edge of his bed by your knees, falling down by Jake pushing you to your back. He doesn't waste a single second before towering over you, putting his leg between your knees to tease your core. The feeling sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, letting out a small whine from your mouth - but still loud enough for Jake to hear.
“You don’t know how long I've wanted this y/n, to trap you underneath me”. He leaned down to your hair, smelling it to fill him with the scent of your shampoo. “Mm, you smell sooo good baby” The action sends shivers through your spine, and hearing the pet name makes you wetter than what you even were before. You never knew how much of a pervert your life-time friend was, even getting a boner by the smell of your hair.
“J-jake, what are you doing” you say, trying to make sense of what is happening right now. Your body is already trembling by his words, and his leg is pushing harder and harder against your core. The smirk on his face grows wider when he feels the wet patch on your underwear against his leg. Thank god you were wearing a cute short skirt, without stockings even, making it so easy for him to feel you up. It’s as if you were asking for it.
“Oh, you know what I’m doing y/n, and by the looks of it it seems like you want me to continue”, Jake says while pushing his leg up even further against your pussy. Not thinking rationally anymore, you begin to grind your hips against his jeans, arching your back when the harsh fabric rubs against your clothed clit. He lets out a chuckle at the sight, he had no idea you could be this desperate.
He suddenly grabs your jaw with his hand, forcing you to look at him - still rubbing yourself against his leg. “Look at you, just begging to get fucked”, he says and pouts his lips at you, his other hand sneaking up to your waist, and up your shirt. You feel his cold hand against your warm skin under your shirt, slowly creeping up towards your boobs, only to slide down to your stomach again. He was such a tease, so close to giving you what you want, but not doing anything before you actually give him your word.
“If you want to fuck me that bad then just do it, Jake” you say, trying to sound as demanding as possible, though failing when the feeling of his hand grabbing your boob makes you let out a loud whine. The sound, mixed with the sight, makes Jake so hard it’s almost painful.
"Yeah?, Do you want me to? Want to get stuffed with Jakey's cock?” As he says this, he suddenly lifts your whole body up with his hands, and replaces his leg with the bulge in his pants. It’s then you finally can feel him. Just by the feeling alone, you know it’s big, probably already leaking with preecum ready fuck you dumb.
“You are such a pervert Jake”, you say while Jake lifts up your shirt, taking it off your body to see more of you. He licks his lips, finally seeing your boobs without a bra, and leans down to wrap his head around your nipple. The feeling of his soft tongue licking and sucking your sensitive bud, occasionally using his teeth to make it more painful, makes you let out a cry, automatically grabbing his hair. You can feel the smirk on his lips against your nipple, “Oh, yeah?”
You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you, completely letting this feeling of arousal take over you. “Yeah, you are, sneaking into my room, taking my panties, you are so-” he sneaks his hand under your skirt and presses it against your clit, making you unable to finish your sentence. “sooo dirty, I know, but you love it don’t you?, say the words and I will give it to you.”
You look up at the man in front of you and you can’t believe this is happening right now. This is the same Jake you have known since you were eight, the same Jake you always talked to about other boys, the same Jake you shared everything with. And now he is on top of you, making you beg for his cock. Fuck he is hot right now, looking down at you like you are nothing but his play thing. His sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead, his mouth is agape, letting out heavy breaths from the feeling of his clothes dick against the wet path forming in your underwear.
“Please, Jake”. He looks down at you with a smirk on his face before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss is rough, as if you both have waited for this moment forever, and it doesn't take long before he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You let him take over you completely, letting him be incharge of what he wants to do and therefore when he pushes you tongue so deep inside your mouth you almost choke, you just take it. As he pulls away from you he grabs your neck, squeezing it. “Fuck you look so cute with my hand around your neck, baby”
While his hand is still on your neck, he uses his other to unbutton his pants and pulls them down alongside his boxers. The sight of his massive cock makes your mouth water. It’s not only massive in length but also in girth, and the tip is red and already leaking with preecum. You can’t wait anymore, pulling down your skirt to throw it on floor.
The sight of your soaked underwear is sending Jake over the edge, almost cuming in his pants by the way you are leaking. He brings his hands down to your clothes pussy, before tugging the fabric harshly upwards against your core. You let out a loud whine, desperately grinding yourself against the fabric, hiding your face behind your hands out of embarrassment. Because of this, Jake slaps the side of your thigh, making you scream out of pain. “Don’t cover your face, baby, I want to see you” You follow his demands, lifting your hands up from your face and instead grab his shoulders.
He leans down towards your panties, using his teeth to pull them down. “I’m saving these for later” He says and licks his lips, while bringing the fabric up to his nose to smell your panties in front of you. You let out a gasp “J-Jake!”, trying to grab the panties from him. “Ah-ah” Jake says, before throwing them on his night stand before you could stop him.
Before you could complain any further, he brought his cock down to your entrance, dragging the tip up and down against your pussy. He clenches his jaw trying to not push himself inside of you this instant, wanting to tease you enough first until you finally beg for him to go further.
The feeling of his hard cock grinding against your sore clit, makes your head spin, and you want more, pushing your hips up and down - grinding on his length. Jake looks down at you. You look so cute like this, his hand still around your throat, eyes completely shut from the pleasure, pleasure from the way you grind on his cock.
Tears are starting to form in your eyes when it takes too long for Jake to take it one step further. You are so close, but this is still not getting enough to reach your high. He almost laughs at your face when seeing how close you are, desperately trying to cum, but simply can’t before getting stuffed by his cock.
“J-jake, please just fuck me already!” He bites his lips, finally getting the words he always wanted. He uses his hand to push your body down, forcing you to stop grinding against his cock, before grabbing your hips with both of his hands. “You could’ve just said so, pretty”
The feeling of your warm pussy wrapping around Jake's cock, makes him throw his head back. Fuck. It felt so good, feeling you clench around him. And by the looks of it, you felt good too, letting out small moans from the way his cock stretches you out perfectly. He looks down at your stomach, and almost let out a whine from the sight of the bump. He can see his cock inside of you. One of Jake’s hands leaves your hip to come in contact with your stomach, his palm pushing down against the soft skin to feel his cock inside your stomach.
“Say my name” He says, still not moving, probably until you do as he says. You are shaking underneath him, and the only thing you want him to do is to fill you up completely. “Jake” He lets out a shaky breath from the way you say his name, string to pull out of your pussy - getting ready to fuck into you again. “Yeah, baby, one more. Can you do that for me?” He says, almost begging you at this point.
“Jake-!” you scream out his name as he slams into you, already pulling in and out of you at a fast pace. The hold on his shoulders gets stronger, trying your hardest to not collapse underneath him. The speed Jake fucks you almost rips you apart, and by the sight of your tears streaming down your face makes Jake let out a groan. “Fuck, y/n, you are mine, understand that? My own little cum slut” he says, not slowing down one bit, already starting to get closer to his release.
“Your cum slut, only yours!” the way he fucks you have turned you into a animal, and the thought of this being your best friend is long gone by now. Jake only fucks you harder after hearing your words, bringing his hand down to your clit to rub it - knowing it feels good for you. And oh it does, the feeling of his harsh fingers against your soft bud makes you scream out his name.
"J-Jake! I’m close-” you scream as Jake lifts up your legs on his shoulders, making him fuck into you even deeper. “Yeah? Then cum baby, cum all over my cock”. His words send shivers through your whole body, and you do as he says, cuming all over his cock. Him not being done with you, he still fucks into you, overstimulating you to the max before finally cuming as well.
He looks down at your pussy, and it’s completely drenched, juices still leaking out from your fucked up hole. He has to taste you. Before you could stop him, he leans down to your soaked pussy, tasting your cum mixed with his own on his taste buds. “Mm, you taste so good, baby”. He grabs your thighs, pulling you closer to his warm mouth, not letting you leave, wanting to lick up all your juices before he was done.
Before almost making you cum for the second time by his mouth, he pulls away to look at you. You had never been so beautiful, laying completely ruined on his bed and your body is wet from the sweat and the cum. Your big teary eyes look up at him, “That-that was amazing, Jake” You say, giving him a weak smile, making his dick twitch.
He leans down to kiss your forehead, patting the top of your head. “Good for you that this isn’t the last time we are doing this then.” He says before laying beside you on his bed, pulling your naked body into his.
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お米 Okome - Inumaki Toge x Reader
Pairing: Inumaki Toge x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used)
Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
Word Count: 4 532
Warnings: mentions of blood and injury
Summary: Inumaki hates that he can’t use his voice to express his feelings towards you
Masterlist
Inumaki Toge doesn’t usually struggle with his fate. If there’s a situation he doesn’t like, he prefers action over lament and puts his mind to work to find a way to change it. Sure, there are situations he can’t change, his cursed speech for example, then he works around those things, finds a way to deal with it somehow. He talks in onigiri ingredients, occasionally uses a notebook or his phone’s note app to communicate more difficult matters. Inumaki Toge doesn’t usually struggle with his fate.
Except now he does. His eyes fall on Yuuta and you, sitting on a bench underneath the Momiji, red leaves sparkling in the autumn sun. Even from the distance where Toge just stepped out of the building across the yard, he can tell how hard you’re laughing, can tell that Yuuta has the biggest grin on his face. He stops, several different thoughts shooting through his head all at once. He loves your laugh. He wants to make you laugh too. He can’t, because of his cursed speech. He envies Yuuta for being able to tell you joke and making you laugh like that. And suddenly he remembers this thing he read in a magazine, that said that girls like boys who can make them laugh, and his stomach sinks.
Toge already knows you like Yuuta. Its’s obvious. Do you like him because he can make you laugh? Toge stops in his steps where he was about to walk over to join the two of you, his heart suddenly thrumming almost painfully in his chest. Do you like Yuuta? He watches his black-haired friend, watches as he lifts his hand and leans a little closer to you. You stop laughing and lean in too. For a terrifying moment Toge thinks he’s about to witness you, the classmate he may or may not have had the biggest crush on since your first one-on-one training session, kiss his friend. But you don’t. Instead, you listen to something Yuuta says that Toge can’t make out over the distance and burst into another fit of laughter.
Suddenly Toge feels like crying. He could never make you laugh like that. Not by whispering a few words into the narrow space between you, not by letting words roll over his tongue. He can write them down, or pantomime them, or fool around to make you laugh, but he can never whisper them.
He wants to talk to you about normal things too, about the stupid weather, or how pretty you look with that new hoodie, or how clever your answers in class were, or how annoying Gojo and this new homework is. He doesn’t want to have to use his notebook for every slightly more complicated conversation, but he can’t be sure you would understand him if he didn’t. It doesn’t stop him from wishing he could use his voice to talk to you. Ever since he really, truly understood his cursed technique, he’s realized just how powerful and yet intimate voice is.
It’s something he’ll never be able to use to communicate his feelings.
Once, not long after Yuuta had joined the school, they, together with Panda, had talked about it. Or rather Yuuta and Panda had talked about his cursed technique, and he had listened. Panda had joked that if he ever wanted someone to kiss him, he could just use his cursed technique, which Yuuta had disagreed on, saying he’d need the other person’s permission to use his technique on them, otherwise it’d be harassment. Panda, who hadn’t thought about that, had quickly agreed, and the two had joked around a bit longer about the possibilities this offered. Toge thought about their words a lot. But there was something inside him, that wholly refused to use his technique for these purposes. It just wouldn’t feel right. Even if the other person agreed, or even asked him to do it, it would be like he’d take their will from them. He’d never do that for his own pleasure.
Toge gets pulled back into the moment by your voice calling for him. He blinks and looks up, finding you and Yuuta had turned to face him, waving him over. As much as he appreciates Yuuta, and as much as he likes you, he doesn’t feel like going over. He doesn’t want to hear the way your voice probably rises in pitch when talking to the special grade sorcerer, doesn’t want to watch Yuuta subtly touch you, doesn’t want to feel like he’s intruding on this moment between you, doesn’t want to burden himself with more heartbreak than he already signed up for.
He swallows thickly before he crosses his arm like an X in front of his chest.
“Okaka,” he denies, continuing his way as if he had planned on moving towards the dojo, instead of towards his friends.
He doesn’t dare to glance over to see your reaction. Are you disappointed? If you were, he’d feel guilty. If you weren’t, he’d be disappointed. If he’s being honest, he can understand that you like Yuuta. The guy is sensitive, and quiet, a good listener, great at giving advice. He’s funny and overall great company. And he’s crazy powerful. Otherwise he wouldn’t be a special grade sorcerer. And he saved your life when Toge himself was of absolutely no help whatsoever, instead almost throwing up from the taste of his own blood.
Toge is nothing in comparison to Yuuta. Sure, he has a strong technique. A strong technique he can use two to three times before his throat is bleeding. And he can be funny, or at least he’s good at making a fool of himself. And he can listen, but he never knows what to answer, worried that whichever advice he gives, it might not actually be helpful, or only make everything worse. So, if you like Yuuta, he gets it. If he were in your place, he’d also prefer Yuuta over himself. Not that you have to choose between the two of them, you could also be interested in neither of them. But the point stands: Yuuta is the better fit for you, and as much as Toge wants you to be happy, it breaks his heart.
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“What was that,” asks Yuuta, tearing his eyes away from his retreating friend and looking at you instead.
You’re still watching Inumaki leave, his posture somewhat sunken in, hands buried in his pockets. He looks defeated and somehow you want to run after him, ask him what’s wrong. But that would be too pushy, too clingy, wouldn’t it? So instead, you swallow and turn back to Yuuta.
“I don’t know,” you sigh. “He’s been… weird lately.”
Yuuta nodded. “I know, right? And ever since that last mission…”
That last mission, on which Gojo sent the three of you. That last mission where Inumaki’s voice gave out before he could finish the command, which lead to the curse injuring you. That last mission where Yuuta had been the one who had finished the short fight in just a single blow. You knew better than to assume that Inumaki was jealous of Yuuta’s power. You knew he wasn’t. But still something seemed to have dimmed his formerly good relationship with Yuuta. And with you too. He avoided you, texted you less throughout the day, reduced his already limited vocabulary to the equivalents of agreement and disagreement. You feel like you’ve made a mistake somehow, said or done something that hurt him.
“Do you think he’d talk to me about it,” you wonder, your voice small, nothing left of the breathless laughter from a moment ago.
Yuuta chews on his lip as he considers your question, and you know he’s considering a few things he officially doesn’t even know about. For example that you like Inumaki, that you make an active effort to spend time with him, have conversations with him. You’re the one who understands him the best, understands his language the best, even without the notebook.
What you don’t know, is that Yuuta also knows the other side of the story. He knows that Inumaki uses his notebook with you the most, because he wants you to understand his mind. He knows that Inumaki spends a lot of time considering each and every conversation he’s had with you. Sometimes, it’s late at night, and Yuuta gets a text from Inumaki, telling him about a conversation he’s had with you and if he should have replied something else. It’s not hard to tell that Inumaki is absolutely enamoured with you, and you with him. At least it’s not hard to tell from Yuuta’s perspective. But the way Inumaki and you never seem to understand the affection the other is harbouring, Yuuta begins to think that it’s actually very hard to tell from either of your perspectives. Or you’re both just idiots. Which, honestly, as much as he likes the two of you, is more likely.
“I’m not sure,” Yuuta eventually answers your question. There’s a lot Inumaki is bottling up, a lot he doesn’t even tell Yuuta about, stuff Yuuta can only assume. “But I think he’d probably appreciate it if you asked. Maybe he won’t tell you what’s going on, but I think he’d be glad to know you care.” This is as much as he can do to be honest without giving his friend’s secret away to you. A secret, Yuuta doesn’t even know officially.
“Don’t you think he’d get annoyed? He looked pretty upset just now,” you ask. You’re torn between wanting to show Inumaki that you cared, and scared of getting sent away or even worse, him getting angry at you.
“I mean, if you’re worried about it, you can always give him an hour or two. But I don’t think he’d mind if it were you, checking up on him.”
You don’t question Yuuta’s phrasing. Everyone knows you and Inumaki understand each other on a different level, the speed at which you sometimes communicate in single words thrown back and forth leaving the others out of their wits and completely clueless what the conversation was about.
“I’ll give him five,” you decide, leaning your back against the wooden table and glancing up at the red leaves overhead. “If he gets mad at me, it’s on you.”
Yuuta laughs, knowing you’re not serious. You’re not the kind of person who blames others for the outcome of your actions.
“He’d never get mad at you.”
“He looked pretty mad at me for getting injured on that last mission,” you disagree with Yuuta.
“He wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself. He blamed your injury on himself, when he couldn’t stop that curse because his voice gave out.”
You winced at the memory of blood trickling down from the corner of Inumaki’s mouth. He had once told you that he sometimes got sick from the taste, and after the curse was taken care of by Yuuta, it had been easier to focus on Inumaki than your own state. You remembered how awful the bright red blood had looked against his unusually pale skin.
“It wasn’t his fault, and he knows that.”
“Rationally yes,” Yuuta agreed. “But he still blames himself.”
“I’m surprised he talked to you about that,” you admit, closing your eyes in the sun. Behind your eyelids the picture of Inumaki’s bloody and scared face haunts your memory. You open your eyes again. “He never mentioned anything like that to me.”
“He didn’t, but it’s obvious,” Yuuta said.
“Is it?”
He just hummed in agreement.
“What else is obvious?”
“A lot. But that’s not mine to talk about.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you and Inumaki really should talk about some stuff,” Yuuta answers, “Like for example that you like him.” He almost feels bad at the way you freeze up beside him.
“I don’t,” you deny, but there is no force in your voice.
“Just saying,” Yuuta shrugs. “A lot of stuff is obvious. Just not to you and him.”
There’s a moment of silence and you have a feeling Yuuta knows what you’re about to ask, your cheeks burning with shame, but you ask anyway.
“Does he like me too?”
Yuuta turns to you then, his big eyes studying you for a moment intensely. “You don’t have to ask me that. You have to ask him.”
You exhale with a sigh a glance at your wristwatch: “Fine… maybe not today, tho.”
Yuuta chuckles, knowing that that’s going to be your response for every day to come, but he doesn’t call you out for it. He doesn’t know if he’d have the courage to confess his feelings if he were in your position either.
“Welp, his five minutes are up. I’m gonna see if he’s okay,” you declare, and stand up from the bench you had been lounging on. “Just-” you glance down at your classmate. “Just don’t tell him about this conversation, will you?”
Yuuta nods. “I can keep a secret,” he smiles, and you’re satisfied, before you head into the same direction Inumaki ran off to a few minutes prior.
He wasn’t in the dojo where you expected him to be after he had wandered off there, so left a little helpless, you began searching for him. After checking all the usual places, you finally spied him sitting hunched over on a bench next to the koi pond in one of the small, traditional gardens squeezed between the buildings. He looked lost in thought, so you made an effort to not walk too quietly as not to startle him. But when you reached the bench and he still hadn’t turned to look up you, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Was he mad at you?
“Inumaki-san,” you asked quietly, sitting down next to him with a safe distance. He wasn’t wearing his full uniform, instead of the black jacket he had pulled a warm, green vest over the white shirt sleeved shirt with the high collar that hid his curse marks. “Toge?”
At the use of his given name, he finally looked up at you.
Your breath stopped when you saw the sadness in his purple eyes. He quickly blinked it away, but you knew what you had seen, your heart hurting at the way he had seemed so lost. Maybe even worse was that he didn’t want to show his feelings to you, instead masking them up.
“What’s wrong.”
“Okaka.” Nothing. Why?
“Don’t,” you warned him, “Don’t lie to me. Please don’t.”
“Okaka, okaka!” I’m not lying! He said it with amusement in his voice, but when you failed to smile, his eyes grew serious again. “Okaka.” Nothing’s wrong.
“You know you can talk to me, right?”
“Shake, shake.” Yeah, yeah, I know.
“Do you want to talk to me?”
This time his answer took longer, and it was only quietly spoke when he answered with another “Shake.”
Instead of saying anything else, he began reaching for the notebook he always carried with him, but before his fingertips had even grazed the cover, you caught his hand.
“You can talk to me. I’ll understand you. No notebook needed.”
Toge looked up at you then, his eyes widened. What did you mean, you didn’t need the notebook? Would you really understand him?
“Tuna,” he mumbled, averting his gaze from yours, but from the corner of his eyes he saw you tilt your head. How the hell was he supposed to communicate his feelings with onigiri ingredients? He had words to agree and disagree, words to catch attention and swear, but how was he supposed to tell you his greatest wish was to talk to you without having to use this damn notebook, that he wanted to just use normal language, like everyone else? How was he supposed to tell you how much it hurt to see you liking Yuuta? “Okaka.” It won’t work.
“You can try. And if it doesn’t work, you can still write it down, okay?”
“Shake.” Okay. He reached his hand up, absentmindedly running his fingers over his curse marks peeking out from under his high collar. “Ikura.” I hate them.
He had more mumbled that to himself, but you nodded. “They don’t make life very easy, do they?”
“Shake.” No, they don’t. Toge focused on what he wanted you to know, that he wished he could talk to you without risking cursing you. “Furikake… saamon.”
Okay, this was new. Not just one, but two new ingredients. Rice spice and the other word for salmon. You furrowed your brows. “Can you say that again?”
“Furikake saamon,” Toge repeated, slowly, trying to convey his feelings through just these two words. This was never gonna work.
“You want to talk about your thoughts?”
His eyes widened at your correct interpretation of his words.
“Shake, shake!” Enthusiastically he nodded his head. “Furikake saamon! Nori nai!”
“Nori nai, nori na- you don’t want to use…”
“Nori!” He motioned to his mouth, then to the notebook in his pocket.
“Onigiri ingredients and the notebook? You don’t want to use them?”
“Shake, shake!”
He nodded again, and you could see how excited he was, his eyes shining with disbelief that he had managed to communicate something so out of context to you. Quickly he reached up and pulled the zipper of his collar down, so he could additionally use his mimic to tell you what he was thinking.
“Tarago Furikake.” His lilac eyes were widened expectantly, as he waited for you to decipher his words.
“You want to talk?”
He nodded, then pointed at you. “Tarago furikake,” he repeated, underlining his words with stabbing his finger into your direction.
“You want to talk to me?”
“Shake. Nori nai furikake tamago. Okaka.”
“I know. I know it’s difficult without the notebook,” you sighed. “But we’re managing. Right? It might take me a while to get used to it, but I we’re having a normal conversation right now, right? A bit like talking with someone in a foreign language, but not much different than that.”
Toge smiled, the sight making your breath hitch. You were used to seeing his eyes squeeze together when he smiled, but his mouth usually was covered by his collar. You couldn’t help but think that he was one of the most beautiful people you knew.
“Furikake nai, tamago, maguro, nori” he continued.
“Maguro,” you repeated the second last word, thinking what he might have meant. Quietly you mumbled the phrase he had just uttered, your eyes skipping away from his face and over the koi pond instead, as if the translation were written in the ripples on the water surface. Without talking, having to write everything down, he felt bad… like an outsider. Your eyes widened. Was this really what he had wanted to say? That he felt like an outsider? You looked back at him, seeing the shock on his face as he took in your expression.
“We’re making you feel like an outsider because you can’t talk to us? Toge-“
“Okaka, Okaka!” He quickly waved his hands around, signalling you had misunderstood. “Tamago. Maguro.” He pointed to himself.
“You feel like an outsider?”
“Shake!”
“Because you can’t talk to us?”
“Shake.” This time his voice was quieter, and he averted his gaze.
You exhaled quietly. You knew there was not much you could do to change the way he felt, nothing you weren’t doing already anyway. But to deny his feelings wouldn’t be right, even if you wanted to convince him that he wasn’t an outsider.
“I’m sorry,” you started. “I promise you, to us, you’re an integral part of the group, even if you don’t feel like you always are. Do you… do you have any ideas how we could help you feel more included?”
Toge shook his head. “Okaka,” he denied, and then pointing at himself: “Tamago.” It’s my negative feeling. “Tanaka-zuku mentaiko.” You’re doing everything right. There’s nothing you can do to change that. He hesitated for a moment before he added: “Furikake.”HHe hesitated for a moment before he added.
“Of course, we’ll keep talking to you. And you see that you can talk to us too. If I can learn to understand you, so can the others.”
Toge seriously doubted that, but he didn’t voice his thought, instead focusing back on what you had been talking about. “Tarago furikake mayo. Tuna-mayo furikake, saamon tamago, shiisamu. Takana-zuke tarago tuna-mayo shiisamu.”
You stared at him intensely, making his heart race. There was no way you had understood what he had just said. Was there? He was using words he had never used with you, or anyone at jujutsu high, before. He had sometimes used them when he had been younger, when he had talked to his toys as a little kid, finding ingredients for almost anything he could think of. That he still remembered them was a surprise. But there was no way you’d understand him like this, not even when he tried to embed the sentimental meaning of each word into his voice. Your eyes skipped over his face, as you were thinking hard, and Toge waited for the “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean, please write it down.” But it didn’t come. Instead, you answered him.
“I want you to be able to talk openly too. And I’d love to hear about the bad things you think and feel as much as about the good things. Because they’re part of you. Even when they’re hard, even when they’re painful and difficult to admit. But that’s why we have each other, right? So we’re not alone, so the difficult times aren’t quite as difficult. And you already make me laugh, you already make me feel happy. I’m always the happiest when I’m with you.”
You hadn’t used the word friend. The thought rang in Toge’s mind, and together with your last sentence it accumulated to the next words that spilled over his lips, words he had been certain he’d never actually say out loud. Words, which’s meaning he had thought he’d never communicate to you in any form or way.
“Tarago tuna-mayo furikake okome. Tarago tanaka-zuke okome.”I want to use my voice to tell you that I’m in love with you. I want you to be in love with me too.
The moment the words had left his lips, he wanted to make it all undone. What if you had understood him and didn’t feel the same way? All this time he wished you’d understand him, and now he hoped you hadn’t understood a word of what he had just uttered. The way you stared at him wide eyed was a good sign that you really hadn’t.
“Okome,” you asked, your heart beating in your throat. If you had thought rationally about the way he was listing food, you wouldn’t have had the faintest idea of what he had wanted to express, but somehow his emotions were swinging in his words, like the sounds accumulated to a meaning that wasn’t transported by words.
“Mentaiko,” he began, wanting to lift his hands to wave it off, to tell you that it wasn’t important.
But before he had completed the gesture, you caught his wrist with your dominant hand, raising the other between you, pointing at him.
“Okome,” you asked before pointing to yourself. Your voice was shaky, and you could see the moment Toge realized you had understood him.
His eyes widened and he paled a little, swallowing hard. You could see the fear in his eyes. He was afraid you’d turn him down, you realized, and your heart broke a little.
So, what did you do, when your best friend, who you had liked for far too long without acting on it, accidentally confessed his love to you? Using the word for “rice” nonetheless, the base ingredient for onigiri. Because just like one couldn’t make rice balls without rice, humans couldn’t live without love.
You repeated the gesture towards yourself, pointing at you again. “Okome,” you said, voice just as shaky as before, before pointing at Toge.
His eyes followed your finger, the way it was pointing right at his chest, where his heart was stuttering in excitement, and then doing cartwheels, as the realization began settling in.
“Okome,” he asked in disbelieve.
But you just nodded. “Okome.”
He acted quicker than you could really perceive. Your one hand was still holding onto his wrist, to stop him from gesticulating, his skin warm underneath yours, but with the other he grabbed the hand with which you had pointed between you and him. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly, pulling you towards him, pressing your hand right over his heart, while he leant in at the same time, connecting his lips to yours.
A shiver went through you, at the feeling of his warm body underneath his clothes, at his soft lips pressed to yours, at the strange tingling of cursed energy that radiated from his cursed mark. And then you abandoned all thoughts, and just acted on instinct, moving closer to him, wrapping your hand into the fabric of his vest, and kissing him like you had wanted to kiss him for such a long time already.
A sound of appreciative surprise erupted from Toge’s throat and you could feel him smile as he met your kiss with equal fervour, running the tip of his tongue over the seam of your lips. When you parted them just the smallest fraction, he didn’t hesitate to slip his tongue past them, exploring your mouth until both of you had to pull away for breath. You were breathing heavily, your mind foggy, fingers wrapped into his vest, holding on to something, otherwise it felt like the world would just slip away.
When you opened your eyes, you found he was already looking at you. His beautiful eyes were scanning over your face as if searching for any sign of discomfort, as if he expected you to scold him for kissing you. Honestly, at this point the only scolding he’d get was that he had stopped kissing you.
Unwrapping one of your hands from where you had clung to him, you brushed a strand of his bright hair out of his forehead, the curl soft against your fingertips. With a smile you leant forward, and pressed your lips to his left cheek, then the curse mark there, feeling the cursed energy sizzle through them. You moved on to his right cheek, then his forehead, the tip of his nose, his chin, peppering small kisses all over his face until he was full on laughing and took hold of your face with both of his hands, pulling you only far enough away from him to be able to look into your eyes. His were still crinkled in joy, but his voice was serious and heavy with how much he meant this single word phrase that left his lips without hesitation.
“Okome.” And then he kissed you again, slower this time, just to make sure you understood each little detail of what he felt for you. Inumaki Toge sometimes struggled with his fate, but as long as he had you to understand him, what else could he really ask for?
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❛ ‧˚ ONLY YOU — itoshi rin.
contents ⨾ [1.4k wc] fluff !! gn!reader, friends to (implied) lovers, jealous!rin yehehe, mutual pining? rin is horrendously down bad, [l/n = last name]
you come to two different revelations in one same night— the bane of your existence and the boy you love, they both echo the same name, proudly and sweetly: itoshi rin.
it has never been easy to read rin. his expressions being rarely... expressive, his words no more than incoherent grumbles most of the time. the subtlety of his gestures almost unnoticeable to most — it’s an art of observing and learning. but you get used to it over time, being his best friend for as long as you can remember — his presence bleeds in your life and whether you like it or not ( you like it for the most part ) — itoshi rin exists in everything you know.
however, tonight he's making it a point to be uncharacteristically expressive of every small detail, and so hell-bent on making it your problem too.
for the past fifteen minutes, since the guy from your class that's been trying his best to shoot his shot — rin can tell, by the way — came to talk to you, rin seems to be vaguely conscious of his surroundings.
you're not sure if there's a history of a personal grudge, but you immediately took notice of the way rin’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, nose scrunching in disgust the second some guy (your classmate) came to talk to you. you don't know if rin noticed that you see him, you don't think he cares either.
the moment your classmate is hinting at the start of a conversation with you — rin talks over him. which, reasonably so, makes you turn to him and look him up and down in pure disbelief because itoshi rin isn't known for being a talker, much less a loud one at that. yet right now, it's almost like he's purposefully trying to be as loud as possible.
the guy starts with a friendly hello and something else which you don't really hear because rin’s voice is ringing in your ears — “pretty nice weather, don't you think?” he says. you cringe — it's past 8 pm and criminally hot in this city.
you choose to ignore him here, not in favour of talking to your classmate, but simply because you do not know what to say to that.
your classmate clears his throat and asks you about your private lessons, and as you're trying to reply, rin beats you to it. “classes ended, if you couldn't tell. we're on our way home.”
rin answers for you, and you shoot him a look. a curt nod with a sly smirk is his way of saying, “i know you don't like it when i speak for you, but i do not care.”
the guy laughs nervously, one you'd call awkward if it wasn't for the way he's slowly backing away from rin. you don't blame him, you know a thing or two about being glared at by rin and it's not really a pleasant thing to be subjected to. you feel bad for your classmate.
“so, y/n—” your classmate tries again and rin coughs loudly. you smack his arm, he ignores you. “that’s l/n to you,” he declares.
“rin! shut up for a minute!” you’re saving all the insults for later.
rin ignores you, again, with a huff. you turn your attention back to your classmate, muttering a low apology about how he's always like this and it's nothing personal — your classmate stands rigidly, awkwardly playing with the straps of his bag before speaking again, “right, l/n — i wanted to tell you something. uh, in private, if that's okay.”
“no, it's not.” rin answers in less than a second. you rub the bridge of your nose with your fingers, sighing defeatedly. rin decides it's his cue to continue, “they’re not going anywhere i can’t follow. whatever you say to them, I'm here to listen.”
it's less of a request and more of a warning — you picture him standing behind you in all his untouched glory, with his signature and perpetual scowl. it's no wonder your classmate stutters as he hesitantly mutters a low, “okay.”
“uh, i like you! — i have for a while, a long while! i wanted to properly ask you out —”
rin had known this was coming — unlike you, who's taken aback and most definitely not swayed by this confession — he clicks his tongue. rin is quick on his feet, stepping in front of you and even quicker with his mouth as he speaks, “we’re done here. fuck off you lukewarm fuckhead, they're not interested.”
the sudden vulgarity of his words leaves no one surprised — you're not given any chance to react as rin once again takes the initiative for you.
in seconds rin is grasping your wrist — firm and protective, and making you walk away with him. you stumble a little on your steps trying to keep up with him, the confession of your classmate completely erasing from your mind as you can only focus on the harsh knit between rin’s eyebrows, his unintelligible grumbles that you can't really make sense of. he spares you a glance across the corner of his eye, and you realise you have never seen him this worked up before, maybe save for the times he's on the pitch.
once your classmate is fairly far from his sights, rin lets you go — more like you yank your wrist free.
“rin, what the fuck? what's wrong with you?” you've come back to your senses, the absurdity of the situation playing in your mind again and again.
“you were gonna reject him anyway, i saved us some time.” he states dryly.
“how do you know that?” you find it hard to ignore the way his brows furrow even more at your words, he parts his lips to say something but stops midway when you talk again, “you’ve been acting strange, and i honestly don't know why but can you stop? we're not eight anymore, rin. stop butting in my life like that!”
rin looks at you with a sort of hurt flashing in his eyes — one you know you are the cause of but don't know really why. it's a bittersweet one— aching with an unrequited love. you know because it's the same gaze you've held for him for as long as you can remember. it feels sort of like a joke, that he's acting so uncharacteristic because of a confession from a random classmate — not when rin is nothing more than just your best friend. the label you've been limited to all your life.
rin takes a few moments to speak again, he takes a step closer and when you try to step back out of instinct — he holds your hand, much gently and tenderly than before.
”if you hate it that much, you can do it too.”
“what?”
“if you don't like me meddling in your life,” he repeats, this time much louder and bolder — just like the crimson blooming on his cheeks, “then you can butt in mine too, i won't stop you.”
“I— huh? ” you're dumbstruck.
rin sighs, defeated — closing his eyes to collect his thoughts and possibly help the maroon dusting his cheeks to not extend to his ears as well, “you’re the only one I look at. everyone can see that, even that fuckface isagi. everyone except you. i only see you. i want it to always be you,” rin pauses here, letting the words scorch his lips until they taste like a confession of his own— “so can you please only look at me too?”
this is where rin looks at you, and you feel seen. you feel like the only thing he can see, the only thing that's ever on his mind. suddenly the weight of his words settles in your chest, your heart picks up it's rhythm then. “why — why didn't you just say that...” you manage to blurt out, as clearly as you could. the shades of strawberries settling in your cheeks as well — gaze resting anywhere but him. rin sees that, and decides he doesn't like it. he gives a gentle tug to your hand — “eyes on me,” he says. it doesn't really help, but something tells you rin won't take no for an answer here.
“you,” you say, your finger poking the expanse of his chest — right where his heart lies, “it's always you. everything always leads me back to you. god, i really wish you said that all before.”
rin’s heart stalls and stutters like a car engine out of gasoline, renewing seconds later with a vigorous pump. heck, you literally made his heart stop and then come back to life with a newfound exhilaration.
“i’m saying it now,” he says, dragging the syllables; lowly and lovely, “i like you, only you.”
this is how you come to two different revelations in one same night. the boy you truly love, one you've loved for as long as you've known what it was. and the boy you'd call the bane of your existence, because it's ridiculous how he's always on your mind — determined to make his presence known one way or another. the boy who looks at you like he never wants to look away, the one who's asking you to look at him too, it echoes the same name, proudly and sweetly: itoshi rin.
you think it's starting to sound like something of yours to keep.
© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]
he makes me actually crazy
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𖥦 ٭࣭ 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠 𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 !
includes: deku, bakugou, shoto, hawks, dabi & shigaraki
content warning: attempted crack, is based on what happened irl, chaotic! can be platonic/romantic! i have favoritism and it's very obv here
rosie's notes: bnha men but this time sum of this happened irl ?!? our school is holding a sports event & that gave me an inspiration to write smth ! and happy 100+ followers to me🫶 thank you everyone!!
꒰ 𝐃𝐄𝐊𝐔 ꒱
you know those nerds who would ramble on and on about their interests? yeah, that's him. although, this is already a given thought about him, i just know he is an all might defender! slandering all might is a big no, he would pull out all the reasons why all might is so amazing and therefore you have no reason to say such malicious things to the former no. 1 hero.
he would definitely be that classmate who's popular because he edit vids so well?!? his account is full of all might edits😟 it's very concerning.
he would let you copy his notes!! though it's not very readable.. overall he's a nice classmate to have!
꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 ꒱
definitely, the vice president who shouts at their classmates that are noisy, but also noisy himself. he definitely knows all the tea in the classroom! he says he hates drama but keeps receipt of every rumour and hush secrets.
the leader! he might be harsh at it, but at least it gets the work done. he's strict too! if you give him your work it must be perfect, well-written and up to his standard! he doesn't half-assed things, if you can't match up with that, it's better to work alone😞
꒰ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 ꒱
the quiet guy who always has a handkerchief over his mouth, would talk occasionally. he's the one who would have a bunch of supplies! mans is built like national book store😤
need a marker? he got a box of those, in different colors too! don't have any paper? you can ask one from him! forgot your pens at home? he got your back!! he's that type of guy you would always want to be group mates with, he's just smart and participates very well!
꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒 ꒱
the teacher's pet, (pun not intended) he would always get straight A's, would always help the teacher with their things whenever they leave the classroom. he would also be the one to remind the teacher about the assignment that y'all agreed not to mention.
the students from other schools come to see him in every event your school holds !! you will always see him with different ppl taking pictures with him, definitely a social influencer!
he pranked dabi one time, trying to scare him. he got punched in the face resulting from him getting a bruise (didn't post for his selca week, got his fans in shambles wondering what happened to him)
꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ꒱
the annoying guy who teases you all day, also likes doing activities all by himself. is on the dance club??!?? he can dance!! and win in every competition he partakes in.
would receive love letters and chocolates on valentines day?? he hates those things, would probably end up burnt or just down the trash :( or maybe he would just give it away to his friends, either way he doesn't like it.
he gave you one though, from him too?!? very mixed signals, but it's dabi so it's bound to be one.
꒰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 ꒱
that guy who plays mobile games at school, when phones are supposed to be surrendered! surprisingly, is good at hiding his phone well and is very participative in group work!
he's that guy who wears hoodies even in the hot weather! does not give a shit about other ppl, unless it's correlative to him.
have a very messy sleeping schedule, one time he fell asleep on your shoulders he was warm and very cuddly too! nuzzled in your neck and inhaling your perfume.
dabi smacks him in the head to wake him up, he jolts from the impact immediately muttering a small apology to you, still groggy but would definitely ask you to let him sleep on your shoulders again.
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Mature (Dr. Spencer Reid x College Student)
(Summary: The BAU gets a case that takes place near a college campus, and one student seems to catch Reid’s attention. There is a bit of an age gap. This is based during the end of Season 6. Warnings: Talk of cannibalism, gun violence)
“Remember class: Monday’s exam will have 150 questions and no makeups. Remember to study hard!”
My dental hygiene professor finally releases us, signaling the beginning of the weekend. It’s currently 5:30 on a sunny but crisp Friday in October. Nothing special, but the lack of leaves and chilly frosts makes it one of my favorite seasons. But I can’t take too much time to watch the weather- I’ve got work to do.
Of course I’m the only student who dares to sit in the front of the lecture hall, and I take my time to gather up my things as the others start filing out.
“You going to the game tonight?” One guys asks his friends.
“Yeah it’s gonna be sick! You’re bringing the beer, right?”
“Sure am! And what about-” He whispers: “The pot?”
Their conversation dies away as the walk out of the room, leaving me to shake my head in disappointment. No doubt their whole weekend will involve drinking, getting high, and possible sexual content. More than likely they’ll fail the exam.
“Merrian! Are you coming to the game?” I hear one classmate, Regina, ask.
“No, I can’t. I’m going for a jog and then starting my flashcards for the exam.”
Regina, one of the more popular and *cough* snobby girls gives me a fake smile. “Oh you never go to any social events! Why not give that brain a break and be a college student for once?”
I just shake my head and continue to look through my notes. “I am being a college student, only I’m being a smart one and actually trying to get through this class without depleting any brain cells through alcohol abuse.”
But my insult flies right over Regina’s head. She just keeps smiling, turns and walks away, leaving me (no surprise) alone again. But it appears today has something else in store, because the door opens and my professor walks back in leading a group of people who look way too professional for a place like this. The one that appears to be the leader is tall, dark-haired, and is wearing a traditional business suit. The man following next to him appears to be of Italian descent and is wearing a dark suit similar to the leader’s. Next is a blonde woman wearing- quite honestly, one of the most unique outfits I’ve ever seen. It’s a purple and blue patterned dress, hot pink heels, and a big purple bow with her hair in pigtails (it almost puts my current Veronica Sawyer gray skirt and blue blazer outfit to shame). Another man is bald with darker skin and a more athletic build, wearing a more laid-back style of clothing, obviously the muscle of the group. And last behind him is- huh. He’s a lot younger (and much cuter) than the others, one might say a few years older than me. He’s dark-haired like the other men and wearing slacks with a white shirt with a gray vest and blue tie, almost matching me. But what stands apart from his attire is the pistol tucked in a holster attached to his belt. It’s almost like the one I’ve got tucked under my skirt (for protection, of course). Are these guys from the police station? They don’t look like local authorities.
But sadly I’m still in the front and am caught looking.
“Who’s the model?” The blonde with pigtails asks, making me turn pink.
My professor finally notices me. “Oh yes. This is Merrian, one of my students. She’s just packing up-”
“On the contrary, it might be nice to have a younger person’s opinion on this matter,” the Italian agent speaks.
A younger opinion?
“By the way, I love your blazer!” The blonde squeals and rushes over to get a better look.
I title my head. “Not too bad yourself, Barbie.”
But the leader doesn’t seem too impressed. “At ease, Garcia. Remember why we’re here.”
The blonde nods and backs off, leaving me facing the group head-on.
“Is she trustworthy? We need to keep this as confidential as possible,” the athlete says.
My professor nods her head. “Merrian is one of the most dedicated students I have. I guarantee she’ll give you her best effort.”
“Very well.” The leader steps forward to shake my hand. “I’m FBI Agent Hotchner of the BAU. These are Agents Rossi, Morgan, Garcia, and Dr. Reid.” He points to each agent, and when he introduces Agent Reid I can’t help but notice his body language shifts. He keeps playing with his hands and changing his footing, and isn’t as relaxed as the other agents. Maybe he just drank coffee.
I give a small wave. “Hello. So, what is it you guys do? Obviously you’re a government department but I’ve never really paid attention to that stuff.”
“Don’t you watch the news?” The blonde ‘Garcia’ asks.
“Nope.”
This answer gets me surprised reactions, especially from Reid.
“Why not?”
Yes, he’s definitely younger. His voice reminds me of the smart nerd type, but with my educational history I’ve never actually been able to meet many smart guys so it’s very new to hear this.
I shrug. “Ignorance is bliss. I figure if there’s something that’s truly important that’ll affect me then I’ll hear about it sooner or later. I try not to let the fear that strands from current events control my life.”
“Ok. Then to catch you up, we have a potential threat that’s been sited near the edge of town. There’s a man who’s been catching people in hunting traps and then eating them.”
Uh- Oh my! Was not expecting that.
I try to keep a steady face. “Alright. So what does this have to do with me?”
“Your current study of dental work, plus the unsub seems to prefer female victims,” Reid speaks up. “There’s one witness who managed to escape his trap, but not before he bit her. We’ve been able to analyze the teeth marks, but it doesn’t match the correct dental records. They show the unsub’s supposed to be someone who died 10 years ago. We checked the death certificate and sure enough the body’s buried in a nearby cemetery. Do you have any ideas why?”
I take a deep breath and try to piece together what I’ve learned so far. I’ve only been in this program for a year, but that doesn’t mean I’m useless.
“Take your time,” Agent Rossi assures. “It doesn’t have to be much, just anything we might have missed-”
I snap. “I got it! Have any of you guys ever seen the movie The Whole Nine Yards with Bruce Willis?”
Most shake their heads, but then Reid seems to follow my idea.
“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that? Brilliant, Marrian!”
“Excuse me, mind letting us in on your inside joke?” Agent Morgan questions.
“At the end of the movie, they modify another body’s teeth to match Bruce Willis’ character and then burn it in a fire so the mafia will think he’s dead. What if this unsub had dental work done so he couldn’t be traced? ” My explanation starts the agents sparking up new conversations, leaving me to believe I might have actually just helped solve an FBI case.
“I know it’s not the type of professional answer you might have wanted.”
“That’s just the kind of insight we were looking for,” Agent Hotchner finally addresses me. “Thank you, Merrian. We’ll be sure to stay in touch and inform you if this threat is neutralized.”
He walks out, followed by Morgan. But the others linger for a moment.
“You’re taking all of this surprisingly well,” Rossi points out. “Ever consider becoming a profiler?”
I chuckle. “I did once, a few years ago. Sociology is one of my favorite subjects to learn, but I’ve just used that as a hobby. When I looked further into the job description I decided I wanted a career that wouldn’t take so much out of my free time. So for now I’m sticking with dental hygiene.”
He nods. “Well if you change your mind, here’s my card.” He hands me his contact info and exits after the other 2 agents.
“Tell me- where did you get your shoes?” Garcia asks when she points to my feet.
“Oh. Um, Goodwill actually.” I’m a bit embarrassed to say I’m a thrifter, but in college all money must go to classes.
“They’re so cute! I’ll email you my list of favorite thrift websites later,” she remarks as she walks to the door.
“B- But Agent Garcia you don’t have my email-?”
“I’ll find it.” She winks. “And call me Penelope!”
She gives Reid a smirk and shuts the door, leaving me alone with the last agent.
“I gotta ask, how old are you?”
My blunt question doesn’t seem to be new to him. “30.”
I was right!
“Sorry for asking, but it’s just very different-”
“To see someone like me on a government bureau team,” he finishes. “It’s ok, lots of people ask. I could say the same thing about you.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
He mirrors my confusion. “Aren’t you close to my age?”
“I’m 22.”
Reid’s eyes widen. “No way! You look- I mean, you seem- Um… you don’t act 22.”
I chuckle and go to grab my backpack. “I get that a lot. My mom says I’m more mature than most people my age, which means I have to be forced to associate with immature peers. I just hope other people never assume I’m the typical college type. You know, drugs, drinking, sex, procrastination. I’ve never even gone to one party. I apologize for the idiots you might come across here.”
I expect the FBI agent to leave it at that and go off to find his team, but instead he jogs up behind and walks with me down the hall.
“No I don’t see you like that, it’s just… you’re definitely more mature, and seem more clear-headed than the other students I’ve seen here so far.
I hold my head back and laugh. “Oh, no. By no means am I as smart as you might think. I have what I call ‘selective knowledge.’ I never picked just one topic I like, so I find bits and pieces of information about all kinds of topics. But not too much in depth that I’m an expert. With what I know about you so far I’d say you’re way more smart.”
He looks down. “Yeah, kinda.”
“Spill it. What’s your education background?”
“Um… I’ve got PhDs in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. Bachelor’s in psychology, sociology, and in the process of one in philosophy.”
I stop dead in my tracks and turn to look at him with wide eyes. “And you’re downplaying that? Jesus, you’ve got more knowledge stuffed in your brain then I’d ever have in 5 lifetimes! Why choose a job in the BAU?”
He considers this. “I find that I do some of my best work under intense terror.”
I nod. “It’s nice to know what type of job works best. I’ve jumped around different jobs, and still haven’t found one that fits right. As for the terror thing, props to you for dealing with that on a daily basis.”
Dr. Reid seems surprised. “Hm. You don’t mind crazy talk, do you?”
I stifle a laugh and hold the next door open for him to pass. “‘Crazy talk?’ What’s that?”
“Talking about subjects that any random passerby would find odd, like murder or psychological disease.”
“You’re talking to someone who watches The Conjuring as a comfort film. I don’t call that crazy talk, I call that enjoyable conversation,” I smile cheekily as he walks past me through the doorway. “You gonna go find your team now?”
Reid clears his throat and bites his lip. “Well, um… Since the unsub’s been sighted near the city I should make sure to get you to your dorm safely.”
This unsub must be pretty dangerous for him to be this anxious. Or is it something else that’s got him so worried? I must say it feels nice to have a smart guy to talk with who’s actually taking the time to make sure I’m safe instead of daring me to chug a beer.
“Aw, that’s sweet. But I don’t live in a dorm, I live in a small rented room downtown.”
“Really? I guess you really aren’t like normal students. So where are you going now?”
Is he asking professionally or out of curiosity?
“There’s a secret spot I have in the theatre lab. Dark and quiet with a nice table. Good for studying.”
He perks up. “Dark? Do you think you could show me?”
I shrug and start leading him to the lab, pushing my sleeve back to check my watch. “Sure, just don’t tell anyone. I like having a place where stupidity is at a minimum.”
Reid gets a wide grin on his face and follows eagerly. “Your secret’s safe with me. It’s kind of embarrassing but lately I’ve been dealing with- Oh my gosh! Are you hurt?”
I follow his gaze to my arm, which has gauze wrapped around it. I’m surprised he noticed- usually people don’t give it a second thought.
“Wha-? Oh, no. I donated plasma earlier today and have to keep this on for 2 hours.”
“I see. Do you get paid?”
“Yup. If they’re willing to pay me to sit in a chair for an hour, money is money. Gotta pay the college bills somehow. So what have you been dealing with?”
“Right. Um, I’ve had these headaches for a while now and none of the doctors I’ve seen can tell me what’s wrong. They’re triggered by bright lights, so that’s why I like to find dark places to think.”
Hearing this makes me sad, especially since a nice guy like him shouldn’t have to go through something like that.
“Then don’t have me keep ya waiting. Here we are!”
Now we’re at the theatre lab and when I open the door to let him in, Reid . “So then how are you liking your dental hygiene clinicals?”
I set my backpack down and switch a small light on. “I like it, but it’s more of a job that pays well and allows me free time. Next summer I’m looking into a program that gives me a certificate in culinary pastry design-” I stop myself before I start ranting. “Sorry, I don’t mean to talk your ear off. People don’t always listen this long so I usually just talk to keep away any awkward silence. Americans are intimidated by it, you know.”
Agent Reid just nods and sits down on a nearby stool. “I don’t mind. I like hearing you talk.”
“But it’s not as intellectual as you’re used to.”
“Maybe not, but- how should I describe it? You’re like a funfetti cake.”
Reid’s analogy makes me giggle and give him an odd look. “Um, thanks? How so?”
“Because you’re not just one flavor. You bring a sprinkling of all different topics, and none of them are boring or immature. Go ahead, continue.” Reid sits back as if he’s sitting in for a lecture, and I’m the teacher.
“Um… ok. So anyways, between work, school, and all my other hobbies it’s no surprise when I keep telling my mom I haven't gone on a date-”
“Wait, seriously?” Reid interrupts. “You’ve never gone on a date?”
I try to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks and go turn on the music speaker. “Never got a chance to. Back in high school I was more introverted and read all the time. Now no one wants to be around a boring, mature college student who dresses… like this.” I gesture to my unusual outfit.
“Hm. I’d think you would’ve been able to find at least one decent guy.”
I’m not sure if he’s kidding or just trying to be nice.
“Don’t make me laugh. Even the few guys I’ve talked to see me as a colleague or acquaintance, not even friendship status. I’ve steered clear of all the red flags and bad habits college kids typically get into, and it’s gotten me this far. All I’ve got is some family, my cat, and my brain.”
Reid doesn’t say anything, and a part of me is glad for it while the other half is a nervous wreck. While I don’t want to really get into the details of my miserable social life, at the same time I’m strangely anxious about what the handsome doctor thinks of me.
“It’s the musical season, isn’t it? I can tell you’re a fan.” How does he-? “I’m guessing on account of the Newsies sticker on your water bottle and your outfit that resembles Veronica Sawyer from Heathers.”
A smile grows on my face. “Oh! A profiling genius and a theatre fan! You’ve got quite the brain, Dr. Reid.”
“I actually only recently got interested in it after watching one of Garcia’s plays- oh! You actually remembered!” Reid scratches his head and smiles. “Thanks, that means a lot.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“People don’t always address me by my full title. So what’s on your agenda now?” He seems to rethink and adds: “Not that I’m being nosy!”
His curiosity isn’t uncomfortable for me. If anything it’s nice to have someone take an interest.
“I was going to practice for musical auditions, but since you’re here I’ll just do some homework.”
“Oh I don’t mind! Really! I won’t laugh, promise,” Reid says sincerely.
“No, no. I do my best work alone, as always.”
He frowns. “That’s not a healthy mindset.”
I chuckle darkly. “I’m not exactly the ‘teamwork makes the dreamwork’ kinda gal. I’ve always done best on my own, so I don’t argue it-”
“Attention, attention!” The intercom starts blasting an alarm overhead. “There has been a potential shooter spotted near the edge of campus. All students, staff, and visitors are to head immediately towards a sheltered area. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill!”
Agent Reid immediately goes alert and checks his pistol. “We better get to a more secure location. Come with me!”
He goes for the door, but I don’t see a reason to leave.
“No, you go find your team. I’ll stay here. It’s a hidden spot, anyway.”
But Reid shakes his head with concern and takes my hand. “No, I can’t allow that. If the unsub is here he’ll go after you. You’re his type, Marrian, and I won’t let you get hurt.”
Wow. I’m sure he’s just doing his job. Still it’s becoming incredibly difficult to ignore the growing affection for the geeky agent. And it doesn't help that normally I’m a very anti-touching person.
He pulls out a cell phone and dials a number. “Hotch, this is Reid. What’s your location?” After a few moments he says: “Yes, I’m here with the student we interviewed in the theatre lab. We’ll meet you there. Yeah I know, we’ll be careful.” Reid seems to notice my slight reaction to his physical touch and his hold tightens. “I need you to stick close to me, understand?”
I nod and follow him out. “This is… definitely not what I planned for a regular Friday evening, but as my mom always says I need to stay open-minded. Lead the way, Dr. Reid!”
His stern face lightens by a fraction. “Um, you can call me Spencer if you want.”
Is- Is he trying to flirt? Seriously, I wouldn’t know. Somebody tell me!
“Isn’t that less professional? I thought you FBI guys were all suits and no humor.”
He doesn’t answer and triple-checks the hallway before signaling the all-clear. We quietly make our way to the main office, and the whole time I’m trying to ignore Reid’s hand clutching mine.
“We'll be able to-”
“Look out!” I push Spencer out of the way just as a bullet flies past my head, but I’m not too lucky with the second one. It buries itself in my left shoulder blade and the sudden force sends me crashing to the cold floor.
“Oh my God!” Reid shouts and kneels down to address my wound.
“Well hello, my pretty,” a deep sinister voice chuckles. A figure in a black hood lurks out from the corner, with a hunting rifle pointed directly at Spencer.
“I’ve gone too far this time, too far to disappear. But I’ve got one more chance, right? That’s right.” He points at me, the gun wedged pointed on his shoulder. “I’ve been watching you, girly. And I like you. Your healthy diet is most delightful, and…” He gets a twisted look with a sinister smile on his face. “Such a pretty face…”
“You leave her alone!” Reid speaks sternly.
I turn to find him pointing his pistol at the unsub, but the man just laughs.
“My my, Dr. Reid. You’ve grown quite attached to this woman. I’m almost sad to have to kill her and end such a blooming young love.”
Love? I don’t know who this guy thinks he is, but he’s creeping me out! Still not what I planned for a regular Friday evening…
The unsub starts to creep closer, and before I know it I’m backed against the wall with Spencer at my right.
“Don’t you touch her!” Reid shouts. “Stand back or I will shoot!”
“Oh no you won’t, Dr. Reid!” The unsub turns angry. “You won’t, or else I will skip my evening meal and blow a hole in this girl’s brain right now!”
He’s going to kill me… Eat me… Oh God. But I can’t let him hurt Spencer. His life is worth a thousand times more, and I couldn’t stand to see him get hurt.
The unsub is still focused on Spencer, so while he’s distracted I slowly inch my hand towards my skirt, almost to my concealed pistol-
Bam!
The unsub fires what seems like a warning shot and in the sudden chaos Reid fires his gun too. Reid doesn’t get shot, and instead his own bullet buries itself in the unsub’s calf. He stumbles out of sight around the corner.
“Quick! In here!” Reid pulls me into a nearby classroom and shuts the door. “Are you in pain?”
Yes! Every inch of skin in my shoulder is screaming at me and the adrenaline is starting to wear off, allowing the pain to escalate. But I need Reid to focus on the task at hand.
“I’m fine. I’m fine…” My head starts to feel dizzy and I put a hand to my shoulder, pulling it away to find it covered in blood.
“No you’re not fine. Here-” Spencer takes off his tie and does a makeshift tourniquet near my acromial region. “It won’t last long, but it’s the best I can do.” He kneels down and starts searching through his pockets. “I’m all out of bullets!”
“My… my skirt. Under my skirt…”
He lifts the fabric up to reveal my pistol. “When did you get that?”
“Since I turned 21, but I’m too dizzy to shoot it. Take it!” Reid removes my pistol from its holster, using careful hands to show modest intentions. “Now go. Go stop him.”
“But if you don’t keep appropriate pressure on it then you could bleed out!”
“Just go! I’ll figure it out. I don’t care if I pass out, you gotta go stop him and end this.”
I’m pretty sure Reid’s now speaking through panic mode. “No you can’t die! I still need to ask you out!” Did I hear that right?
“You- what? I think I’m starting to blank out. You need to what?”
But Reid doesn’t answer. He just rubs a hand through his messy hair in frustration, while all I can do is slowly slip in and out of consciousness. When he’s decided his next move he leans down and kisses my forehead, and if it weren’t such an unusual situation I’d actually have butterflies in my stomach.
“I’ll be right back, Merrian. I promise.”
And just like that he sprints out. I don’t know how long it’s been, but soon I hear gunshots in the hall and all I can do before I pass out is pray that Spencer’s ok…
“She’s lost a lot of blood, but she’ll live.”
“Quiet an injury. She’s lucky you were with her.”
“And where is she going to?”
My mind buzzes to life and I start to become aware of my surroundings, opening my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. My arm has an IV. More than likely they’ve given me morphine for pain control. But the biggest relief is when I see Reid talking to one of the doctors at the foot of the bed.
“Spencer… you’re ok,” I croak through a groggy voice.
He notices I’m awake and quickly rushes over to give me a gentle hug. I see he has no wounds, another relief.
“God Merrian, I’m so sorry. I was supposed to protect you-” He whispers into my hair.
“No, don’t worry about me. You did all you could, Spencer. Is the unsub taken care of?”
He nods repeatedly. “Yeah. I shot him dead right after I left, but by the time I got back you’d already blacked out-”
“Excuse me sir,” the doctor steps forward. “I’m afraid she has to be transferred now.”
I look up with wide eyes. “Transferred? Where? What do you mean?”
“The bullet nicked one of your main arteries,” the doctor explains in a calm voice. “We don’t have the proper tools or expertise to perform the surgery on your shoulder, so you are being transferred to Grand Rapids.
“Then I’m going with her,” Reid pipes up.
“I’m sorry sir, but unless you are a guardian or next of kin then you cannot accompany the patient-”
“She’s the victim of a BAU unsub. That makes this a government matter so I should be able to find an excuse to go-”
“No you can’t, Reid.”
We all turn and find Agent Hotchner, along with the rest of the BAU team, walking into the room.
“We’ve been called back to Quantico. I’m afraid you need to say your goodbyes now.”
Spencer and I exchange disappointed looks, but I figure good things must come to an end. All this unsub business is enough excitement to last me a long time, even though I am sad to see the handsome agent go.
“I’ll be fine, Spencer.” I give him a small smile. “Go do what you do best.”
He nods, seeming to debate something in his head. “I- I’m glad I got to meet you, Merrian.”
I chuckle. “I should be the one saying that about you, the great Dr. Spencer Reid.”
Spencer returns my laughter and takes my hand again. “Feel better. I know from personal experience that recovering from a gunshot is no easy task. I’ll come visit as soon as I have free time. And… I’d like to take you out sometime, maybe someplace where you won’t get shot?”
His question is asked as if it’s a simple classroom inquiry, but it’s making my heart jump (unfortunately shown by the heartbeat monitor). I can tell Reid’s nervous just as I am, but I know it’s all part of the dating ritual.
“I’d like that.”
He cocks his head. “What part?”
“The not being shot part is definitely a perk, but I’d like to finally go on my first date. With you.”
Spencer gets excited and I can already see the wheels spinning in his head just as Agent Hotchner calls for Reid to get going.
“I- I’ll see you later, then! Hope you won’t mind me ranting about literature by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?”
I squeeze his hand just as the paramedics start to get me ready to leave. “It’s a date, Spencer.”
Reid’s POV
The ride on the Jet is quiet, and as usual I chose to read alone in a corner. This time I’ve chosen Hallowe'en Party by Agatha Christie, most appropriate for the upcoming holiday in a few weeks.
“Hey loverboy! You gonna join us for a card game?” Morgan smirks from the table. “Or is your head too fuzzy thinking about your new friend?”
“You do know I could still beat you, right?” I ask matter-of-factly.
“Screw cards! I wanna hear all about the boy genius’ new girlfriend!” Garcia giggles.
I just shake my head and turn back to my book, ignoring their gossiping chatter. I won’t let their teasing get to me. Ever since Emily died my mind’s been in a fog, but meeting Merrian seemed to snap me back into reality. Give me something to hope for. All I know is I can’t wait to get time off so I can see her again…
#criminal minds#spencer reid criminal minds#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner#penelope garcia#derek morgan#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#david rossi#criminal minds fandom
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Sumeru characters as classmates
Gn!reader
Includes: Collei, Tighnari, Dehya, Alhaitham, Cyno, Candace, Nilou, Kaveh, Nahida, Dori.
Collei
• a neat friend ngl
• would say she didn't do her homework to be punished together with you wow what a homie.
• But damn does she not chew off the tip of all pens and pencils because of her anxiety. Mm woi is it spoicy.
Tighnari
• He's a material girl
• no seriously he has all the stationary and shit, a cut on your finger? Pulls out the whole first aid kit. Hungry? Pulls out the whole kitchen he cookin like w 5* michelin
•Too smart you get irritated sometimes like he NEVER forgets his work and always right too wtf
Dehya
• Does not understand anything in class literally.
•Asks for your notes everytime and feels bad for it so she runs errands for you she calls it a fair trade bahahaha
•She has the whole basketball bros on the tip of her fingers that now they look at you and go "BOYS BOW DOWN ITS THE ALLY OF MASTER DEHYA"
AlHaitham
•🤓🤓🤓
•smarty pants
•honestly just throw him out of the window already.
•Talks back to the teachers wow
• "You want ice cream?" "no, thank you according to the weather today if you eat ice cream you will gai-" BITCH STFU ILL EAT IT BY MYSELF THEN
• as much as he's annoying it sure is fun to hear him spill tea about the teachers and school.
Cyno
• Dilligent student #2
• for some reason there's rumours that he has a gang in the school like leave the bb aloneeeee.
• You didn't have well thoughts about him being your seat partner at first because he seemed the type who thinks he's all cool n shi
•you literally planned a whole argument in your head on how you'd demolish him if he ever picked one with you
• you came to realise he's just nice and silly
• makes chemistry jokes sometimes and you pretend to get it
• ass is weak at chemistry sorry
Candace
• Your grades when she's your classmate 📈📈📈
• SO COOL AND RELIABLE
• She teaches better than the teachers istg
• She brings you snacks so you bring her small gifts too like charms and all 😞
• you two have matching school bag keychains. She has a moon and you have sun one she say it's because you're bright like a sun. Oof your heart and pride.
Nilou
• Popular girl wth
• You assumed she'd be one of those try to be nice and kind for favour type but you were wrong you felt dissapointed in yourself naur
•You two go out in café dates often she insists she wants to pay but how could let a sweetie like her do that?
•She loves you so much omg she even has your wedding venue ideas planned 💀
Kaveh
• He's really fun to be around not gonna lie.
• stressed bean comes to you to rant about Haitham everyday 😭
• Sends you capybaras memes during class hours like bitch??? Study you failing physics 😾
Nahida
• WTF IS A KID DOING HERE
• Dayumn this kid too smart for her age maybe that's why
• she's cute though so you won't bully her you guess.
•you holding back the urge to pinch her cheeks every 10 seconds.
Dori
•How tf did this kid here again
•tries to sell you premium student stationary for vip only with 20% discount
• yeah you're not falling for that
•kid tops every math class wtf
•send this kid to business pls
#genshin fanfiction#genshin imagines#genshin x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin hcs#alhaitham x reader#genshin fluff#cyno x reader#tighnari x reader#dehya x reader#kaveh x reader
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What this is: brainrot I wrote at 2AM
Pairing: Han Jisung x reader
Genre: fluff/angst? I think
Note: I really wanted to try out writing, but this kinda sucks. If you do end up reading it, constructive criticism would be highly appreciated ♡ Also, English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes.
The frantic ringing of your doorbell snapped you out of focus. You've been so immersed in your studies that you haven't even noticed the shift of the weather.
When you stood up to see who's at the door, the view from your window caught your eye - a huge blizzard outside. Due to global warming, the winters have become harsher.
"I'm coming!" You yelled out after hearing the doorbell buzz once again. You weren't expecting any guests today.
"Surprise" Nervous laughter escapes Jisung's mouth "You didn't expect me to be here, right? I wasn't planning on visiting you either, but unfortunately, the weather had other plans- And-" The boy spilled out streams of sentences without even cathing his breath.
You gave him a warm smile, hoping that it will help him calm down a bit and that it will hide your surprise and the lump forming at your throat. You aren't the best with words, and Jisung isn't the best with stressful or unexpected situations.
Jisung laughs nervously again. "Basically, I came to the university because I had forgotten my laptop there earlier, but when I walked outside, there was a huge blizzard! And you are the only one I know who lives around this area, so I was wondering if I could stay here until the weather settles down." It seems that he has memorised and repeated these words a number of times because he recited it so fast.
"Uhm.. Sure, come in." You move aside to let him in. Han was one of your best friends. You always did university projects together at your apartment, and afterwards you'd end up watching horror movies. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you clicked so well together, so it came as a shock to you when he just stopped talking to you. It was like you turned invisible. That was three months ago and now things seem a bit... awkward.
"Did you eat dinner already?" You inquire after the silence between you two became deafening. Your anger dissolved some time ago, all that was left was the emptiness and confusion.
"No, I haven't yet. I've been so stressed about finding my laptop that I totally forgot about eating." He pouts.
You grin. "Alright, I'll cook us some noodles then." You say as you take out a pan. "Could I be of any help?" Jisung fidgets with his hoodie strings until you nod with approvement. It seems like it's going to be an interesting experience.
"I'm sorry I came here unannounced. I completely disregarded the blizzard warning because my laptop is a priority." Han swiftly chops the chives. It seems like he's forgotten that he ignored you for three months straight, as if you were a ghost.
"It's alright, I wasn't really busy anyways."
"Ah right, what were you up to? It's so quiet here."
"Just studying. I wanted to prepare for the upcoming exam on friday."
"Friday?! Woah, you started early. No wonder you always get top marks. But don't you get lonely studying here alone?"
"I don't really mind."
Soon, your apartment was filled with the smell of noodles and the sound of Jisungs voice and laughter. Was your apartment always so bright? Or is it just Jisung? You can't deny that you've missed hanging out with him, and you feel like your throat is suddenly scratchy. Were you the one at fault? Did your friendship crumble because of you?
♡♡♡
"Thank you for the food." Your classmate smiled brightly as he finished washing the dishes, and you cleaned the kitchen table. After finishing the meal, he has been nervously glancing at his watch every few minutes. It currently showed 10pm.
"When is this blizzard going to end?" The question is directed towards himself as he scrolls through his phone. And then he looks up at you a bit worried. You turn your eyes toward the screen:
Biggest blizzard up to date!!! Experts say that it is going to last at least until morning of the next day. We advise all citizens to stay in shelter!!!
"Next morning?! What am I going to do? Taxis are also not taking requests, and busses are paused..." Jisung runs his hand through his hair, making it look messier. You used to braid them into tiny braids.
You try your best to come up with solutions, but find only one. "...You can stay over if you want." You know him well enough to know that he wouldn't do anything weird.
Jisungs eyes are wide open. You notice the way light reflects on them, shimmering like the stary skies. "Are you serious? I couldn't - I can't, I've already barged in here unannounced, I really don't want to be more of a bother! No way!" His cheeks flush in a bright red color.
"You're not a bother, I promise! But it's alright if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."
He lets out a defeated sigh. "Are you really sure you're okay with me staying here?"
"Yes, I'm very sure." You reply with a smile. Your throat feels scratchy again. You never used to be so polite with each other, but now it seems as if there's a wall between you two... Three months is a long time. But you remember that there's another problem at hand.
As a broke university student, you found the best place you could live in, near the university and for a very low price - sounds like a good deal, right? Well, not really, since it's also pretty cramped up here. There is a tiny kitchen, a bathroom which looks like it was made for dwarves and the smallest bedroom, which barely fits your bed so your wardrobe and desk take up the rest of that poor excuse of a bedroom. You usually didn't complain since it's a good deal for the price, and you're happy you even have a kitchen, but you've never had anyone sleep over, which means that you'll have to share your bed.
"Well, you can go brush your teeth, you'll find a new toothbrush in the pink cabinet. And I'll look for some oversized sweats for you." It wasn't hard to find some sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt which wasn't very oversized on Jisung.
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Currently, you both have changed into comfier clothes and brushed your teeth, so you are now standing in front of the single bed.
A nervous laugh escapes your mouth. "Maybe I should've invested in a more expensive apartment...". The bed was fairly small but big enough to fit both of you. However, you couldn't promise full comfort.
"Let's try to maintain a distance." Jisung also laughed nervously. You were glad that the light was off, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hide the warmth spreading over your cheeks. Jisung has been one of your closest friends for a long while, but you've always maintained this invisible line. Sleeping in the same bed seems like crossing it. But then again, you can't really call this a friendship anymore.
These thoughts followed you into bed as Han laid down next to you. Your mind was louder than the snowstorm raging outside your window. Why did your friendship fall apart? You had this question the whole evening.
"...Hey, Jisung?" You feel a lump in your throat.
"Hm? What's up?" How can he act like nothing's wrong? You pinch yourself to keep your composure.
"I was wondering..." Your throat feels tight and you feel very warm. "What happened three months ago?" You feel your eyes getting watery as you sit up and turn torwards his side in the dark.
"Oh." Silence. "Well, I've been busy for a while, so I couldn't really hang out."
"You're a bad liar." You scoff. "Did I turn invisible? Was I suddenly non-existent to you? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me, Ji" When did you start crying? Was the room always this stuffy? Jisung seems to notice because he sits up.
"H-Hey, don't cry.." His demeanor immediately switches when he realises you're crying.
"Just answer, please." You sound a bit desperate. "I've missed you, Ji. You don't know how many nights I've traced back our conversations and analyzed all the things I've said, trying to find what was wrong. Did I offend you? Do I talk too much?" You finally took the weight off your shoulders as your tears turned into sobs.
Suddenly you are pulled into a warm comforting embrace.
"You never did anything wrong, I was just being foolish... I love you... but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I thought if I hid my one-sided love well enough, I'd protect our friendship. Turns out I just hurt you more. I'm an idiot and I'm so sorry..." You feel him lay his head in the crook of your neck. The wet patches reveal that he's also crying.
"You're right. You are an idiot." You move away from his arms to look at him. "You're an idiot for thinking that your love is one-sided." You sniffle as your tears have stopped. Jisung tenses up and looks at you.
"So does that mean...?" He looks at you completely surprised.
"I love you too." You wrap your arms around his neck, and he returns the hug. You feel the warmth radiating off him. "So please, never ever ignore me like that again. Promise?"
"I promise."
♡♡♡
As the blizzard continued, you two had a long needed talk. And by the time that natural disaster came to an end, both of you were cuddled up like a pair of cats, sleeping soundly.
#stray kids fluff#stray kids x reader#haha#random#skz x reader#skz x you#han jisung#stray kids x reader fluff#stray kids imagine#stray kids#hannie#han quokka#brainrot#first fic#han fluff#han angst#skz jisung
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So...I wanted this to be a one-shot but I think it might end up being a slow burn after all...
Er, I mean, yes, I absolutely intended this to be Chapter 1 of MANY.
ANYWAY
AU BOJERE FANFIC LET'S MM MM GOOOOOO
If you'd told him five years ago that he'd be living in London, he wouldn't have believed it.
London is for rockstars. Models. Hotshot city boys.
Bojan is none of those things.
But he does love people. And excitement.
So maybe it's not so surprising after all.
...OK, so it's a bit less glamorous than he expected. He's working three jobs and sharing a house with four other guys.
Five, if you count that mate of theirs who's always coming over.
Anyway.
He checks his watch. Plenty of time.
He takes one last drag on his cigarette, savouring it, then lets it fall, still smouldering, to the ground, before shoving his hands deep into his pockets and hurrying back inside.
He'll never get used to the British weather.
****
Jere is nervous. This is definitely the right place. Right? He checks his phone again, like he didn't check it a hundred times on the way here. Yep. Definitely the right place. Probably.
It's just...there's no one here.
He can't be the only student on this course, can he?
He hopes not. He still remembers that summer when he had to retake Swedish. He shudders.
But no...wait...those are definitely footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Phew. He won't be doing this all alone after all.
He turns with a smile to see who his classmate is.
****
There's already someone waiting outside the classroom when Bojan gets there. Either they're really keen, or they live so far out that they've learned, as he has, to allow 2 hours to get anywhere in this city. Or both.
He's about to introduce himself when the student thrusts out his arm, grasps his hand firmly and vigorously shakes it, rather faster than Bojan is used to.
"Hellohelloyoualsohereforlanguageclassyesyes? Nooneelsehereyetbut" - he breaks off from shaking Bojan's hand to dig his phone out of his pocket and check it - "Ithinkweinrightplace"
Bojan grins. Yes, he is also here for the language class.
AKA the worst-paid of his three jobs.
****
Jere is gabbling. He knows he is, he can hear he's talking too fast, but honestly he thinks he's doing pretty well getting any actual words out when he's just been confronted with one of the best-looking men he's ever seen.
And Jere considers himself something of an expert.
This guy should consider himself lucky Jere isn't speaking total gibberish actually.
He leans against the wall, which is 100% so he looks cool and casual and definitely not because he suddenly feels weak at the knees.
"So...you new student like me? Or you do this course already some time?"
The other student stifles a laugh for some reason. Jere frowns. Did he accidentally say something weird? Or is...is this guy laughing at his accent? That's pretty rude of him.
...pretty...him.
OK, he needs to focus.
****
This is what he gets for teaching adults, his sister would say, before asking him for the umpteenth time why on earth he doesn't work with kids, he's a natural, she can put in a good word for him with her friend who's a headteacher, he only has to ask-
He doesn't do it because he's a coward, is what he'd tell her.
He'd say it'd be too much to be surrounded by kids all day every day when he still doesn't have any kids of his own.
He really did think he'd have at least one by now.
Anyway, that's what he'd tell her. If he wasn't a coward.
Besides he doesn't really mind being mistaken for a mature student once in a while.
"Actually," he says, taking a key from his pocket and unlocking the classroom door, "I'm the one giving the classes"
****
Of COURSE he is. No wonder he was trying not to laugh.
Although, in Jere's defence, this guy looks way too young to be anyone's teacher, even if he does have a streak of grey in his hair.
Hmm, distinguished.
Focus, Jere.
You're here to learn, remember.
He sighs and follows his new teacher into the classroom, kicking himself every step of the way. Hopefully the rest of the students will arrive before he can make a bigger fool of himself...
#bojere week 2024#bojan cvjetićanin#bojan cvjeticanin#käärijä#kaarija#bojere#fanfic#when I kissed the teacher
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My thoughts on the Ritsu&Shou related parts in the Fanbook
because I am kinda going insane.
The way ONE was able to melt all the gays down in one go should be studied, analysed and locked deep in the black void of Shou’s black shirt in the Cultural Festival scene in the manga, because there’s no way.
As a warning, while I’ll be mostly talking about their relationship in terms of friendship anyway, I ship them, so this is kinda biased on this side of things. Enjoy what I have to say under the cut.
Okay, so, with the premise that the translations around on Twitter aren’t official so the info might not be 100% accurate, I am still more than willing to trust our beloved fantranslators and their hard work. Let’s actually begin this slide deep into the tunnel headed to Copium Land, shall we?
• To the question "Who are your friends, excluding your brother?" Ritsu just answers with Student Council Members and Classmates. And that we (readers) don't have to worry, since he has many people he can ask about the weather to. Now.
We... never see him hang out with his classmates, nor his Council members. Ever. Except for the whole S1 "Middle school criminals purge" fiasco and even then, it ended up with him breaking through the Student Council President Kamuro’s house. When I say Ritsu isn't normal, I mean it (go off, King).
Ritsu is the same person who asked the other Psychic kids from the Awakening Lab their names only after they were all kidnapped. And solely for the sake of escaping. He... doesn't know how to socialize well or doesn't particularly care.
To him, friends are ones he can ask the weather to. I honestly feel like, no matter how popular he is (mostly, due to his looks... let’s remember how he is the one among the kids in the cast who gets the most chocolate on Valentine’s Day, but he finds it a nuisance) he doesn’t really know how-to-friend and how-to-people. And partially, he isn’t too focused on that due to the many things he has going on.
I truly appreciate the idea of autistic Ritsu, because it would explain many things tbh, and this difficulty of approaching others/making friends/even having a basic understanding of friendships and what they mean would be clearer.
Now, onto Shou. We have two questions to take into account:
• To the "What do you like doing with your friends?" he answers mentioning only Ritsu. Not even the kids that call him leader in S2,nor any classmate. Just Ritsu. And he mentions how Ritsu doesn’t like crowded spaces and noise (I'll return to that later) and how they went fishing together and Ritsu didn't manage to catch anything. From this we have:
THEY WENT FISHING TOGETHER. Even with the whole text thing later, Ritsu still cared enough to go out with him. Without Mob being involved at all. I think it's important. They canonically hang out together.
Shou cares so much that he wanted to go to a place where Ritsu would feel comfy. Fishing is probably not an activity Shou prefers among others. But Ritsu might appreciate it and that's enough.
Ritsu is bad at fishing and this is honestly a fun detail lol.
• Through the same question, we have the whole text bit with Shou saying he texts Ritsu from time to time, but Ritsu answers slowly/not frequently. So-
For one, Ritsu does answer. He is a busy person with Student Council matters and he is, yk. At the top 10 of the best students in the school, in his first year competing with third years. And yet, he still answers these messages.
Shou goes to school THIS IS A WIN BTW I KNEW IT, Shou literally emits the energy of that one kid who is actually totally listening during class, remembers everything and gets damn good marks, called it. Anyway, Shou probably isn't a slow texter like Ritsu is and has another perception of time lol, not to mention how he probably isn’t as busy. Can relate to Ritsu here.
They still text. That's pretty good in my book (copium).
Again, noise. They should have 2012-13 flip phones and now, I have used them in the past, but forgive me, I forgot what I did yesterday, imagine remembering 2012 phones, but I believe they did have an option to turn off notifications. And with Ritsu disliking noise... it's no wonder he would. It also helps with studying.
• There was a question about the Cultural Festival bit. Shou says that Ritsu didn’t ask him to come personally, he just caught wind of it and thought “why not?”, which makes more sense now that we are 100% sure he goes to school. Honestly, it’s no wonder Ritsu didn't ask Shou to go and see him. He was uncomfy with that outfit and the whole Maid idea. But as soon as Shou caught on that, he just. Went. Without honestly any other reason if not to see him. Still fruity enough in my book.
• Last but not least. Ritsu does call Shou a friend in the World Domination Arc. And, truly, I am not willing to believe they aren’t on friendly terms after them texting together, hanging out together (fishing) and Ritsu just... accepting Shou burnt down his house and going along with his plan without a second thought lol. Hence why:
Either Ritsu truly just doesn't know where to place Shou in his mind. Thinking back also on Shou's VA interview helps with this.
Or, since he was mentioned as a friend in Shou’s profile, ONE believed it would have been redundant to put him in Ritsu’s as well. Which I believe is actually a fair point, since Ritsu wouldn’t have added that much insight, knowing him lol.
Or, regarding them being established as friends in World Domination Arc... ONE forgor. And truly, it has been years since he finished that arc, and he has written so many drafts of manga (ONE PUNCH, the rest of Mob), the new upcoming one and all of the extras since then. Wouldn’t blame him.
There is also this little important DETAIL of ONE just casually mentioning he would like a spin-off with Ritsu AND Shou. Together. Can’t separate, idc.
And... gosh, I think this is all. Thanks to all the ones that translated the bits that came out with this book and Katya’s translations of all the other interviews! Between this, the whole deal with Teru (aka his freaking terrible fashion sense and especially his parents), Reigen’s family, Serizawa’s pay, a few peculiar ages being revealed... this fanbook has been a trip and a half. But just in case, thank you all for coming to my Pep Talk, feel free to add anything if you want.
UPDATE 18/11
NEW INFO IS OUT and I reblogged this post of mine with all of such info compiled and my thoughts on it! It kinda changes a few of my highlights here and for the better. I’d say... we ultimately truly won.
#Mob Psycho 100#Mob Psycho 100 S3 mention#Mob Psycho Fanbook#Mp100#Shouritsu#Ritshou#Ritsu Kageyama#Shou Suzuki#Sho Suzuki#Ritsho#Shoritsu#mentions of Mob Teru Reigen and Serizawa at the very end#Kinda crossposted on Twitter but this one adds way more#ONE told me#This is my trip from copium to rationalty I swear they are besties#Mob Psycho#mine
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Hey faulty, it’s currently 4am and I’m feeling really sick rn aha. Could you maybe do a oneshot of Iida x fem reader where she gets sick at night? Like they’re on a camping trip with the class 1A and they end up having to share a bed? (Cliché ik but I love this trope sue me) and she gets sick at night. I’m talking fever keeping her up until 3am then going to the restroom in the bedroom to puke. She doesn’t want to wake up iida and tries to just deal with it alone.. but she ends up waking iida up anyway when she goes to the restroom. She got so hot that she had to take off her t shirt but left the sweats on. She’s in a white tank top btw. (For plot you’ll see) Iida knocks on the door bc like he’s worried ya know? She says it’s open and then a few min later after talking, she asks him to bring her a black tank top from her luggage bc the one she has on is kinda see through. She’s red from the fever btw. Iida brings it and she turns her back and just slips it off to replace it with the black one. Normally shy but friendly reader would feel embarrassed in changing in front of him (and even being in a tank top) , but at this point, she feels like dog water so she doesn’t care. When she quickly slipped the white tank over her head, iida gets flustered (you know naturally bc u know girl he likes). He’s gonna turn around (or act how iida acts) but he sees some scars on her back for just 2 seconds. This leads to late night caring and reader opening up about trauma from rich parents. (Think like Killua from hxh just for the abuse he went through- parents wanted to make reader really strong and we’re obsessed over it-she’s in a better home now tho with a relative)
iida and fem reader are in the “I kinda like you a lot but I’m not going to do anything bc I love our friendship rn phase.”
Could you make it cute and fluffish and domestic? (I think that’s how u use that word lol) Reader and iida grow closer through it too. I’m sorry this ask is so specific lol, I have a vision in mind. I also think sweet shy fem reader x iida is really cute. (This is not self indulgent at all aha😂)
It’s ok if ur not up to it.. tho I would be really happy if u did write it up. I love ur fanfics!! Been a fan for like 3 years even before I had tumblr!(❁´◡`❁) just lemme know if ur busy rn or don’t wanna write it! No pressure. :)
Thank you!
[ Alright! Sorry this took a bit, but I hope you're feeling better and I hope I did this story justice. It was kind of fun to write, I like the whole "I like you but need to stay friends" trope because it can always grow into something more. Anyways, I tried to make Tenya flustered just enough in this fic. I love embarrassing him. ]
“Are you most certain you’re correct?” Tenya urged, and Izuku held up a piece of paper muttering under his breath. “That’s w-what I counted,” he replied before yelping when Katsuki grabbed the back of his head. “Shut the hell up already!” he snapped before glaring at Tenya.
“Who the hell cares if two of us have to share a damn bed!? It’s your fault for not accounting for this, four-eyes,” he growled, making Tenya frown in response. “I am afraid that I did not anticipate the weather causing our pre-scheduled camping trip to be postponed,” he explained, slightly annoyed by Katsuki’s behavior.
He wanted to make graduation special and insisted that Class A take a camping trip. However, due to the rainy weather and the persistence of his female classmates, the choice to pull over and book hotel rooms for the night was made.
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Katsuki responded, releasing his hold on Izuku. “Come on you spikey-haired idiot!” he growled at Eijirou who nervously chuckled. “Well, I guess that means Bakugou and I are taking the first room,” he said.
“Best of luck figuring out who shares the one-bedroom suite for the night!” With that, he waved goodbye and chased after Katsuki. “Mineta and I can share a room!” Kaminari announced. “Yes, and Jirou and I can share a room,” Momo said.
“Mm, very well,” Tenya replied, looking at Izuku and Shoto. “I assume you two wish to share a room,” he said. “Oh w-well uh…” Izuku tried to reply but Tenya ignored him. You were sitting on one of the provided chairs in the lobby of the hotel, remaining quiet as you watched the scene unfold.
You coughed and cleared your throat a few seconds later. “Are you okay Y/n?” Tsuyu questioned laying her hand on your back. You nodded. “Uh, yeah just a bit of a sore throat,” you replied, rubbing it to ease the discomfort.
“Everyone please, pair up in groups of two and take a room key!” Tenya announced, and you looked at Tsuyu. “Go ahead,” you said, waving her away. “I don’t care who I spend the night with,” you soon regretted those words when only Tenya and you were left.
“Forgive me,” he said, unlocking the hotel room and turning on the light. “I hope this accommodation does not cause discomfort for you,” he said, gesturing you into the room. He could hear a steady stream of rain hitting the window and vicious thunder rumbling outside.
“I guess this camping trip turned out...s-sour, huh Iida?” you tried to joke, but he didn’t seem to find any humor in your words. Your smile faded and you folded your hands in front of you, focusing on the floor. ‘Well, that didn’t turn out the way I wanted’ you thought with rosy cheeks.
You moved out of the way when Tenya walked into the room, placing the bags on the floor by the bed. He insisted on carrying yours, and it didn’t come as a surprise considering he was a gentleman. “Are you feeling well?” he asked, noticing your reddened cheeks.
“Uh…w-what?” you replied, snapping your head up and trembling when he glared at you. “Are you feeling well?” he repeated. “Um, I uh, y-yeah I’m f-fine,” you choked out, thinking that your sore throat was nothing more than the rain irritating your allergies.
“I see,” he walked over to the bed and asked, “Do you prefer sleeping on the left or right side?” You knitted your eyebrows, unsure what he meant. “Uh, w-whichever side is fine,” you replied but knew your answer wouldn't satisfy him, so you thought of a diversion.
“I wanna take a...a shower!” you exclaimed, trying to ignore his now suspicious glance. The worst part was that you could barely stand looking at his gorgeous eyes. “Very well, you are welcome to freshen up in the shower. I trust you have the appropriate slumber wear, yes?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.
“Uh, y-yes,” you said. Maybe taking a relaxing shower would alleviate your throat soreness. “I’ll um, just g-get them from my s-suitcase,” you said, pointing to it. “Um, t-thanks for carrying it for me, uh, b-by the way,” Tenya nodded.
“I do not believe it would be appropriate to expect a lady to carry her luggage,” he explained, watching you open the suitcase and look through it for your sleeping clothes. Once you gathered everything, you scurried to the bathroom and shut the door behind you.
“What is wrong with me!?” you hissed, walking to the large tub, and turning on the water. You stripped your clothes off and carefully climbed inside, sighing in contentment as the water eased your body’s muscles. You lay there for what felt like hours before carefully climbing back out.
Droplets of water fell from your body, creating a rhythmic pattern as they hit the floor. You drained the tub before walking to the sink. You placed your hands on the counter and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You felt a bit odd and wondered if you had spent a little too much time in the tub.
Well, maybe you’d feel better when you lay down. Once you had dried off, you slipped on a white tank top, a short sleeve shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. “The b-bathroom is free,” you said, walking past the bed. “Hm?” Tenya was sitting on the right side of it reading a book.
“Oh, I see. Thank you,” he replied, closing his book, and placing it on the nightstand near the bed. You closed your eyes, feeling an overwhelming urge to lie down. You pulled back the blanket and sat, pressing one hand against the mattress to feel its firmness.
You looked up when Tenya stood, although he didn’t say anything when he gathered his sleeping clothes and headed to the bathroom. You took a deep breath, coughing softly when you laid your head down and pulled the blanket back over you.
The sound of running water accompanied by the rain and thunder that still bellowed outside helped you drift off to sleep, but a few hours later you woke up sweating. “Ah…” you blinked, feeling exhausted, and reached up to touch your forehead. ‘Why am I so hot?’ you thought, wiping your face dry.
Hearing soft snoring, you turned your head. Tenya was lying beside you in blue pajamas and a matching sleeping cap. His face looked content and part of you wondered what he was dreaming about if he was dreaming about anything at all.
‘Maybe this fever will go down if I keep resting’ you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately, you found yourself restless and your fever grew more severe, making you whimper on occasion. This combined with the nauseating feeling growing in your stomach finally made you sit up.
“I’m gonna barf…” you muttered, turning to look at Tenya to ensure he was still asleep. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up, especially after all the planning he had put into this camping trip. Besides, maybe it was better you dealt with this by yourself as you never wanted to burden others. You winced, holding your stomach as you stood.
You swallowed hard, tasting acid on your tongue. You turned to look at Tenya one last time before scurrying to the bathroom quietly. Your breathing was heavy and sweat dripped from your skin so profusely that your clothing stuck to your skin making movement uncomfortable.
As you swallowed again, you slowly pulled your arms inside your shirt. You intended to take it off despite being hunched over the toilet. You sighed in relief when the cool air hit your skin, somewhat thankful you made the choice to wear a tank top underneath said shirt.
At the moment, it didn't matter to you that it was white and see-through. You closed your eyes and wiped the sweat from your brow, your mouth salivated so much it dripped down your chin. You dry heaved, feeling your stomach twist until its contents splashed into the toilet.
When you coughed, Tenya's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head, noticing you absent from the bed. He sat up slowly and grabbed his glasses. He was more than certain the noise that had woken him was you.
It was natural that he wanted to check you were okay, so he stood up and walked to the bathroom, noticing that the door was closed. He pressed his ear against it growing more concerned when he heard heavy breathing, followed by sniffles. He frowned and paused before knocking three times.
You snapped your head up, eyes wide but vision blurry as you looked at the bathroom door. “Y/n, do you require assistance?” he asked, and you latched onto your lip to suppress the gag threatening to come. The inside of your mouth tasted sour, and your throat burned.
You shifted your eyes back and forth, knowing if you didn’t answer soon, he’d likely do something drastic. “I…” Your voice was weak, but you tried to push through it. “I…I don’t know,” you replied, before wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.
Your answer alarmed Tenya, and seconds later he heard a toilet flush followed by running water. “What is the matter? Are you feeling ill? Are you injured?” he questioned, feeling ridiculous for talking to you through a door. You took a deep breath, resting your hand on your stomach.
You looked at your reflection in the mirror, noticing your hair was disheveled and your cheeks red. Your eyes looked swollen and irritated, in other words, you were a mess. “I…just…” Maybe it would be better if he saw for himself.
“Um, t-the door is open,” you said reluctantly. “Very well, may I enter now?” came his reply. “…yeah,” the door squeaked, and you wrapped your arms around yourself before turning to face him. His eyes widened upon seeing you, noting your irritated-looking eyes and reddened face.
He didn’t want to assume anything, but you certainly looked ill. “Forgive me, but you look rather...ill and I do not believe I have a thermometer so I cannot take an accurate measure to confirm or deny any possible fever,” he replied, tapping his chin. “I…I’m not running a fever,” you lied.
He narrowed his eyes and reached out. “Pardon my touch,” he said, pressing his hand against your forehead. Yes, it was a rather outdated method to use, but it would allow him to feel your temperature regardless. “Hm,” he raised his eyebrows and lowered his hand.
“Your forehead is rather warm,” he noted. “May I check your pulse?” You blinked in response, hissing softly when you noticed how dry your eyes felt. “Um…okay?” you replied and gasped when he took your wrist, pressing his thumb against it.
The seconds ticked by awkwardly as you clenched your bottom lip. “Your pulse appears slightly elevated, suggesting possible sickness,” he said, lowering your wrist. “Oh um…” you wrapped your arms around yourself again, suddenly anxious, and self-aware of your see-through tank top.
“Hey Iida,” you said, glancing away shyly. “Yes?” he replied. “Uh…c-could you…get me another tank top? The black one from my luggage?” you asked sweetly, nervously rubbing your upper arms. Tenya knitted his eyebrows together, uncertain why you asked for a tank top when you already had one on.
However, out of curiosity, he glanced down, and his eyes widened. He covered his mouth when he noticed that the fabric of your current tank top was rather…well perhaps it was rude to continue to stare at someone's exposed body.
“Y-yes!” he suddenly shouted, immediately looking away from you. His cheeks glowed a furious red color which was accompanied by a feeling of shame. He knew he should not look at a young lady in such a disrespectful manner. It was improper!
After all, he did not mean to look at you that way, but it seems his mistake caused him a bit of embarrassment. “I would be honored to…” He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the unfamiliar heat that ran through his cheeks.
“I would be honored to assist you, please give me a moment,” he said, promptly turning around and scurrying out of the bathroom. He took deep breaths as he opened your suitcase, searching for the black tank top you requested.
Despite his concern about his fast-paced heartbeat, he believed it to be a natural reaction given his feelings toward you. Of course, he didn't want to ruin your friendship by acting on said feelings. “Here we are,” he said, neatly folding the article of clothing before returning to the bathroom.
“I do hope this is the correct item,” he said, hesitantly holding it out. “Yeah,” you replied, taking it. Unless you were in a relationship or classified yourself as a free spirit there was a certain level of modesty when it came to changing in front of the opposite or even the same sex.
However, given how horrible you felt now you didn’t think twice about turning your back on him and removing your current tank top. Tenya’s eyes widened when he realized what you were doing. His cheeks flushed, and he immediately raised his hand, intent on scolding you, but no words came out.
Despite not anticipating activating his engines, his nervous state made them spark to life and a soft rumbling echoed through the air. “P-pardon!” he stuttered and turned to face the door, feeling his heart accelerate again. “Hm?” You paused and briefly looked over your shoulder at him.
‘Weird…’ you thought, before dropping the white tank top to the floor. A groan escaped your lips as you slipped the black tank top over your head. While he knew it was rude to look at you when you were topless or changing, your groan concerned him enough to make him turn his head.
That's when he noticed the scars on your back, and instead of flushing yet again or feeling embarrassed, he grew concerned. Although your scars looked old and healed, he wanted to know what caused them. It is natural for heroes to receive injuries which then created long-lasting scars.
But yours almost looked…well perhaps it was more appropriate he didn't assume where they came from. He turned his head back, feeling the slightest amount of sweat drip down his face and he almost regretted not having brought a handkerchief to bed.
He cleared his throat, tugging at the collar of his pajama top, and was tempted to undo the first few buttons to cool himself. His cheeks were a deep rosy color, and his engines continued to rumble softly although he hoped they were not too audible.
Just as you finished putting your new tank top on, you heard Tenya clear his throat. “Huh?” you raised an eyebrow when you turned only to stare at his back. “Um...” you stepped closer to him, hesitantly reaching out to touch him.
You stumbled back when he trembled in response and turned to face you, his eyes wide and his face red. You blinked, unsure if you had scared him or if he was beginning to feel sick as well. “Um…a-are you okay?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.
“I…” he glanced away. His mind filled with images of those scars, and he lowered his eyebrows in thought. Frankly, he wished to address what he had seen but did not want to appear strange or alarming. Furthermore, he did not wish to force information out of you or make you feel uncomfortable.
He cleared his throat once more and raised his hand, chopping it through the air as he said, “P-perhaps it would be best if we retired to the bed to further address your question.” You knit your eyebrows, not fully understanding him. Then again, did anyone understand Tenya?
Maybe his closest friends, but even they seem baffled by his antics sometimes. You placed your hand on your stomach, somewhat relieved you were feeling better. You shrugged. “Okay?” you replied, following him out of the bathroom. Your fever was still high, and you wiped your brow.
For a split second, you debated running to the ice machine. However, the thought of walking down an empty hotel hallway made you feel uneasy. Come to think of it, you didn’t know how late or early it was, not that it mattered because who knows how long Tenya could take to answer your question.
“Please sit,” he said politely gesturing to the bed. You looked between him and the bed before sitting down as requested. The bed gave a soft squeak when he sat down next to you. The two of you exchanged glances before he cleared his throat.
“I…do not wish for you to think I am being disrespectful when I ask this as I understand personal matters are quite difficult to speak about with those you are not close with,” as painful as it was to admit, despite the many challenges Class A went through together, there was still distance between all of you.
Yes, a few classmates had admitted their personal matters and remorse over certain things or times in their lives. However, he noticed that you tended to keep to yourself. While you were kind and compassionate, there was a shy nature about you, and he had noticed you struggle in social situations before.
“W-what do you mean?” you asked, your voice trembling and your anxiety rising. He was silent for a moment, and you noticed his shoulders were stiff. He shifted his legs almost as though he were uncomfortable, but you swear you heard a soft rumbling.
Was his quirk acting up? You quickly glanced at his face, his eyebrows were lowered and there was an uncertain glance in his eyes. His cheeks were slightly reddened, and his hands were in his lap, but you noticed his fingers were interlocked.
“Forgive me, I believe it would be beneficial if I were to explain more clearly. I…” he took a deep breath, laying his hands flat on his thighs. He cleared his throat again and reached up, tugging at the collar of his pajama top.
“I noticed that there were…rather severe-looking scars on your back.” A chill ran down your spine and you leaned away from him. Your eyes were wide, and he expected you to be angry, but instead a look of hurt and dread spread across your face.
You fisted your hand into your chest and the other into the blanket, keeping silent. Tenya frowned. “I…apologize,” he said, carefully placing his hand over yours but immediately jerked back when you gasped. “I…pardon I did not intend for my touch to-” You shook your head.
“N-no, it’s f-fine Iida,” you replied, despite your heart racing in your chest. “It’s just…” you glanced away, “no...n-no one has asked that b-before.” Then again you weren’t exactly the type to flaunt your body and usually changed in the locker room stall.
You latched onto your lip, the thought of your parents made your stomach twist, and you suppressed a dry heave. “Are you well?” Tenya asked, slightly alarmed, and though you nodded, he wasn’t fully convinced. “Forgive me,” he said, standing up from the bed.
“Perhaps I should not have inquired. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable,” he said, turning with the intent of walking to his side of the bed. “N-no!” you cried out, grabbing his arm. He stumbled back and looked at you bewildered.
“Uh…” You blinked, and your cheeks grew red. You felt so hot you were liable to faint, but you shook your head trying to fight through your anxiety. “S-sorry!” you said, quickly letting go of his arm. You swallowed hard, groaning out of embarrassment.
“Um…I…the s-scars are…” you looked away, rubbing the back of your neck. You felt the bed dip when Tenya sat down again. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you and once again extended his hand, placing it on your shoulder.
Your head shot back, looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “Please do not be afraid,” he said, his voice hushed and full of concern. Oddly enough, you smiled and nodded. “Right, s-sorry,” you said, glancing at your lap.
Your throat felt tight, but you forced yourself to speak. “The scars…are from the training m-my parents put me through,” you explained, refusing to lift your head to look at Tenya's expression. You expected him to be worried and maybe even feel sorry for you.
Instead, you gasped when he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. He knew it was irrational, and he did not know how you would respond. Although he could not confess the feelings he had for you deep down, he would not stop trying to physically prove it to you.
A part of you wanted to push him away because you weren't used to this type of affection, and because you didn't want him to catch whatever you had. But you couldn't help but melt into his touch. He was aware of the training that was deemed necessary in order to become a worthy and true hero.
However, there were other, unethical training methods such as the ones that Shoto went through that proved to leave long-lasting emotional and physical scars. He could not fathom why certain families pushed their children so hard during training.
Yes, a villain would not be easy on a hero, this much was certain. But to inflict such pain that it left physical scars was unacceptable, and it made righteous anger burn deep within him. However, he took a deep breath, calming himself.
“Forgive me,” he said, pulling away. “I…I do not believe I could help myself,” he stated, bringing his hands to his lap. He knew very well that he let his emotions get the better of him and at this moment, he needed to remain focused.
“Would you favor continuing our conversation?” he asked. “Um…well, my p-parents aren’t heroes but…t-they’re rich and w-when my quirk manifested they...” you paused and curled your fingers inward, ignoring how your nails dug into your palms.
He leaned closer with a serious expression on his face. You closed your eyes, sighing. “They…saw promise in it and…wanted to u-use me as a tool. If their daughter c-could be a hero…then it would boost my family‘s name and...r-reputation.” That spark of anger ignited again, but he held himself back from speaking.
You frowned and opened your eyes. “T-they forced me to train...every day. P-pushed me to my limits, and t-that's why I have...scars on my back. They always t-told me heroes don't feel...pain, they just do whatever it takes to gain f-fame.” Your eyes watered over, but you quickly wiped them.
“The...the m-more pain you can withstand, the more l-love you will receive,” you said, continuing to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. “I-I'm sorry,” Tenya frowned, uncertain how to comfort you. “Please do not apologize,” he said, reaching over to gently grab your wrists in order to pull them away from your face.
“You are likely to irritate your eyes further if you continuously rub them,” he explained before cupping your hands in his own. “I am quite honored that you have shared such memories with me, but are you physically and mentally well?” You glanced down, nodding.
“Yeah…” you replied, tightening your grip on his hands. “I live with a r-relative now….” and you hoped it would remain that way. He leaned closer, making you stiffen out of shyness. “Uh…” you dared to look back up and your face flushed when you locked eyes with him.
“I am…grateful to hear you are safe. Please know that I would never allow anyone, not even the fiercest villain to subject you to such injuries or pain.” While you assumed he was lying, the heroic and loving look in his eyes said otherwise.
And the way he embraced you further convinced you. His arm was tightly around your waist, and when he pulled you close, his opposite hand tangled itself in your hair. Whether it was the fever talking or the fact you were a little touch starved, you wrapped your arms around him in return.
His eyes widened and his heart accelerated. Being this close to you was something he always desired, but knew he could not have. At least not now, but there was always hope for the future. After taking a deep breath, he reluctantly pulled back.
His cheeks burned pink, and he cleared his throat, lifting his hand into the air. “Perhaps it would be best if we retired to sleep,” he suggested, and you turned away shyly. “Oh, uh…” How many hours passed anyway? What time was it? You were tempted to look at your phone but decided against it.
“Please allow me,” he said before standing and walking over to your side of the bed. He pulled back the blanket and shifted the pillows. “Hm,” you looked at him with a blank expression but walked over and sat down.
“Place your legs under the blanket,” he instructed and for a moment, you felt like a young child being tucked in but knew you shouldn’t take it that way. Tenya was just trying to be kind and after everything that happened tonight, it felt comforting to be taken care of by someone.
Once your legs were underneath, Tenya pulled the blanket over you and ensured you were comfortable before walking over to his side. Your face was glowing, and you closed your eyes, wishing your fever to go away. When you felt the bed dip, you mumbled and turned on your side so your back faced Tenya.
He glanced at you but said nothing and removed his glasses, placing them on the nightstand by the bed. Then he lay down with his arms by his sides. His attention was focused on the ceiling for a few minutes, allowing silence and your breathing to ease him to sleep.
Morning came too quickly, and the blinds didn’t stop the sunshine from leaking in. You groaned, fluttering your eyes open. Your head ached softly, and sweat droplets trailed down your forehead. You reached up, intent on wiping it but noticed your arms were stuck.
“Huh?” You looked down, and heat rushed over your face when you noticed a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes widened and you turned your head, seeing Tenya’s sleeping face, and realized how heavy his body felt against yours.
You snapped your head back and panicked as you thought of the ways you could get out of this situation. You also thought of how to wake him up without making this awkward. Then again, maybe there was no way you couldn’t make this awkward.
You moved your body and wiggled your arms to jolt him awake. “Iida, Iida!” you hissed out, and he moved his head with a soft mumble in response. A deep breath sounded before he slowly opened his eyes. “Are you…a-awake?” you asked nervously, and he nodded.
“Yes…” he replied, lowering his eyelids. “What is the matter?” You shivered at the sound of his raspy voice. “Uh…y-you um…” How could you explain that his arms were wrapped around you? Sucking a breath in, you tapped his arm with your fingers.
“Hm?” He glanced down, and upon seeing the rather inappropriate position you were in, he immediately pulled his arms back. He stumbled out of the bed, and you jolted up when he hit the wall. “Iida!” you cried out, your eyes wide with concern and your hand extended in his direction.
“P-please accept my most humble apologies!” he frantically pleaded, placing his hands on his thighs, and bowing. His sleeping cap slipped off his head and fell to the floor. However, he resisted the urge to pick it up until you responded.
You blinked, and slowly pulled your hand back only to fist it into your hair. Your forehead still felt hot, but somehow you felt better than last night. Your cheeks burned red, and you glanced away, unsure how to respond to Tenya’s frantic exclamation.
“I-it’s fine,” you said softly before pulling the blanket back and hanging your legs over the side of the bed. “Um…t-thanks,” you said as Tenya leaned back up. “Hm?” he responded, looking at you despite your back facing him.
“F-for last night um…” you rubbed the back of your head, “I t-think it helped,” as talking things out usually did. He looked taken aback but smiled, “I am very honored to have assisted you in such a way and I do hope to be of more assistance in the future,” yes, he wanted you to run to him whenever you had an issue.
But he supposed only time would tell whether that type of trust strengthened between the two of you and despite no longer being the class president, he still wanted to be your closest friend. You turned to look at him, slightly surprised before looking at the floor. “Oh um…s-sure, maybe?” you replied, standing up and stretching.
“I suggest we change our outfits and relocate to the lobby as breakfast is served promptly from 8 a.m. to 11 a.m. Then perhaps we can depart and resume this scheduled camping trip,” he said, reaching for his glasses and slipping them onto his face.
“R-right,” you replied, walking over to your suitcase, and laying it flat on the floor before opening it. You tapped your lips, deciding what outfit you wanted, unlike Tenya who more than likely already had something picked out.
As the two of you walked to the lobby, there was an awkward silence. Part of you wondered if it was your fault, and your anxious thoughts began. What does he think of you now? Is he going to look at you differently? You clenched your jaw, squeezing your eyes shut.
It was almost like something was about to burst out of you but then you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n!” Ashido called, running up to you. “Excuse me Iida!” she said, looping her arm through yours and dragging you away before you could say anything.
Out of instinct or panic, you held your hand out to Iida. However, due to his past experiences with Ashido, he thought it best not to interrupt whatever conversation she wanted with you. “Hey, Iida!” Uraraka called, she was currently sitting at one of the tables available in the lobby with Izuku.
He smiled and looked at you one last time before walking over. “How was your night with Y/n?” she asked when he approached. He paused, recalling last night's events, and cleared his throat. Uraraka tilted her head, noticing the flush on Tenya’s cheeks.
Izuku noticed this as well and they both exchanged a glance before Uraraka smiled. “What happened between you and Y/n last night?!” she questioned excitedly, and Tenya stiffened. “I…I believe I will gather my breakfast,” he stated, quickly walking away from the table and toward the breakfast area.
“Mm…” Uraraka pouted and scanned the room, easily spotting you and Ashido. “I’ll be right back,” she said to Izuku before walking away. “Your flushed face says everything! So, spill it!” Ashido shouted, raising her arms above her head. “Iida was flushing too!” Uraraka said, approaching your table.
You shivered when she turned to you and smiled. “Is everything okay between you two?” she asked suspiciously, and you shook your head. “N-no, I m-mean yes, I...I mean...” you groaned out of embarrassment. You took a breath, trying to gather your composure.
“I was just a-about to tell Mina t-that nothing happened just…” you rubbed the back of your head, glancing at your lap. “We just h-had a talk,” the girls leaned forward, eager to hear more. “A-and well…” you nervously chuckled. “I’m g-glad that he’s my f-friend.” Ashido sighed. “Seriously!?” she cried out, clearly disappointed.
Uraraka frowned and leaned closer to you. “Nothing happened between you two?” she asked, pouting. You nodded and shrugged, “Sorry?” you said before turning your head to look at Tenya who had gathered a plate of food, and happiness washed over you. ‘Yeah...just a friend’ you thought with a bright smile.
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Hey, i saw you offered to write some stories on mental health and support, thank you for doing that, it really means a lot. I don’t know it it is linked to “be supportive”, but would you mind writing something about a female reader who lost her dad when she was a teenager but it’s like her uni graduation and sees a lot of dads being there but her dad unfortunately isn’t so she’s sad and feels under the weather. With hongjoong being her boyfriend? Hongjoong would support her and make her feel less lonely. If it is not related don’t worry, I understand. Thank you so much in advance!
Hongjong supporting you on your graduation day as your dad is dead and you're sad
Mental health request
Masterlist
Paring : Hongjong x Reader
Genre : Angst, Fluff, Romance
8:25 a.m.
You wake up with a little headache because of how drunk you were last night. Your boyfriend gave a little party yesterday night because today is your graduation day. You already found a job for you and you were as successful as your dad had always wanted you to be. But with him gone, yesterday's party was more of an angst to you than fun.
Hongjong's nicely done talks with your family and friends carried the whole party, you didn't have to waste a sweat on it. So, you were lost whole night, drinking, missing your dad already. You two had many plans regarding your graduation but he just had to leave you like that so early. Your heart aches by the thoughts first thing in the morning. Hongjong was already up like he always did. You could smell creamy butter, salted caramel and omelette.
You get out of bed and take a shower before coming down. You see Hongjong in a white shirt and formal black pant. He looks so nicely put together where your hair is still damped and your cloths are not even ironed. If he is the perfectionist, you were the messy one.
Hearing your foot steps, he stands up and comes to you taking you in his arms, curling your body into his as he rests some soft kisses on your neck, "Good morning, sweetheart. Today is gonna be a great day, you know."
You smile smelling him, he has always liked almond, olive shampoo and smells like that right now. It is intoxicating and just the way you like.
"Thanks," all you say before he makes you sit on the chair. He treats you like a baby and you enjoy it too much that you let your pride aside. Your dad has always taught you to be an independent woman but he has always pampered you, take care of you. Hongjong does the same to you. He loves how independent you are, how perfectly you can do your things but he protects you in his own ways.
After finishing breakfast, you wear your lavender slit dress and get ready. You see Hongjong waiting for you downstairs. You smile as he takes your hand, "Let's go."
After finishing with everything at the graduation ceremony, you notice your friends and classmates with their dads. It was overwhelming you how close they were, how proud their dad was. Your eyes become watery as you get lost in thoughts wondering how happy your dad would have been today. How lonely it makes you feel though your mother and whole family is here, even your boyfriend.
Suddenly flashlight covers your eyes making you blink fast, "Hey!!!" You look as a drop of tear fall from your eyes. It's Hongjong standing with his vintage camera in hand. He loves taking pictures of you and sticking them in his studio. He likes remembering your happy times when he is feeling frustrated in his studio, that's what he said.
You smile as he stands in front of you, "Hold this," and give you a bouquet of lily and his camera. He bends down and fixes your heel's lace, "You are so careless. You could have fallen if you didn't have anyone fix your lace."
As he stands, you keep staring at him. After your dad died, he took you in his apartment. You didn't want to but when you saw him getting more closer and happier with you, you let it in.
He brushes your tears away with his thumb, "Let it sink in if it wants to come. But not all day. We have an after dinner."
You smile but when takes the bouquet and camera from your hand and hugs you, you breakdown in tears letting in all the emotions you were holding onto. It had been hours you have kept these feelings to yourself and the fact that he has been noticing it from yesterday, hurt you even more.
He has become your pillar, your best supporting system. You didn't know what you would do without him.
He pats your back as he says, "Don't worry, love. We can feel heartaches, we can overcome them too. That's what makes us human."
After some moments, you sigh and calm down. He takes your picture with your friends and family, in front of your college. He takes pictures with you and when everything finishes, he takes you in his arms telling your family and friends, "This is highly inappropriate but I'm stealing my girlfriend away from all of you. Don't call her, don't come to meet her. Tonight, I'm and only I am going to pamper her, bye."
As he tucks you in the car, everyone starts mocking you two playfully.
"You are insufferable," you tell him and he pecks you as he says,
"You are irresistible."
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TEEN DETECTIVE BUCK
As always feel free to use these ideas for your own works
Evan spent a lot of time in hospitals as a kid
Weather it was because he had to donate something for his brother or because of his own reckless actions
To past the time he would read mystery novels
He loved a good mystery and that transfered to his real life
In his home town he would go searching for mysteries
Nothing too big, just a missing pet here, finding out who stole a necklace there
He was able to mostly stay off the local police radars
But that change when his parents moved him, his sister and brother to Los Angeles so that his brother could get better treatment when Buck was 9
With his parents focus on Daniel's treatment and Maddie focus of College Buck had a lot of free time on his hand and decided to continue his boy detective antics
As he got older Daniel got better but his parents still gave all their attention to him and sometimes Maddie and the only time has parents acknowledge his existence was when he was hurt or when he had to be picked up from the police station when he was caught "trespassing" for a case
Which is why he is in the backseat of his favorite police officer's car, Athena Grant
He first time met Athena was shortly after he moved to LA
He was looking for a classmates lost parrot that turned out to be extremely rare and stumbled on a black market animal trade
He snuck in and grab his friends parrot before sneaking out and calling 911
911 operator: 911 what's your emergency?
13 year old Buck: Um hi, I think I found an animal smuggling ring.
911 operator: ....I'm sorry could you repeat that?
Buck: I was looking for my friend's parrot and found an animal smuggling ring
911 operator: ...Ok? Where are you located
Buck told them he was at a warehouse by the docks
911 operator *switching over to call Athena": Hey Officer Grant I have a kid on the other line that says he found an animal smuggling ring.
Athena *rolling her eyes*: Well I'll give the kid this that is a prank call I haven't heard before.
911 operator:. Here's the thing, he's calling from a payphone at the docks, so he's either telling the truth or taking the prank way to far. Can you please go check on him?
Athena: I'm never too busy to lecture kids on the importance of not wasting 911's time.
911 operator: Thanks Athena! *Switching back over to Buck* Okay there is an officer heading to your location.
Buck *Just excited that he founds his friend's parrot*:. Awesome thanks!
Buck kept talking to the 911 operator until Athena pulled up to him.
Buck told the operator the police were there and hung up to run up to Athena
Buck: Thanks goodness you're here! We're going to need back up! That warehouse is full of all sorts of animals, like tigers and penguins, and those guys were being sooo mean to the animals and they stole my friend's bird!
Athena watch as this strange teenager who ran up with a blue parrot on his shoulder
Athena: What's your name kid?
Buck: Evan, but I go by Buck because when I first moved here there were already like 5 Evans in my class so instead I go by Buck instead of being Evan B
Athena: And do your parents know where you are?
Buck: Maybe? I know I told them before I left but they were busy talking about Daniel so I don't know if they heard me.
Athena: Ok this was a funny joke but let's get you home ande and your parents can have a nice long talk with you about prank calling 911
Buck: But it wasn't a prank! Follow me I'll show you!
Buck ran off and Athena had no choice but to follow him
He lead the officer to a ladder that lead to a fire escape exit for the warehouse that had obviously been tamper with to not go off when open
Following the boy she found exactly what he described, a warehouse filled with animals of all kinds, and men walking around either on phones probably talking to their customers or throwing food at different animals while kicking the cages
Seeing enough Athena led Buck out of the warehouse again and made sure they were a safe distance away before radioing dispatch for back up
Athena: Dispatch this is officer Grant, it turns out that prank call wasn't a prank after all, I'm going to need several more units and animal control at my location now.
After the ring was busted and animal control had the animals under control Athena walks back up to Buck
Buck: That was awesome! Do you think you can give me a ride to my friend's house? I want to return Blu to his owner
Athena: Sure and while we do that, we're going to have a nice long talk about how you shouldn't sneak into warehouses and sneak past potentially very dangerous men so that you can get a parrot back.
Despite that talk, Buck ran into Athena more times that she would have liked at first
Buck just seemed to have a knack for simple mysteries turning into major crimes
Looking for a lost necklace?
Ends up finding a jewel smuggling ring
Finding out who was spray painting they school ?
Uncovering a conspiracy to frame certain kids to get them kicked out
Just trying to find out who his secrete admirer is?
Turns out they're a stalker who follows his cases!
Buck became so much apart of Athena's career that he got is own code so Athena automatically knows that this has something to do with Buck
Over time their exasperated relationship turned into pseudo mother son relationship
Buck open up to Athena about how his parents focus more on his older siblings, Maddie who was in Nursing school and Daniel who was pre-med
That on the rare times they did acknowledge him it was because he did something they preserved as wrong or he was hurt
Athena took that poor boy under her wing and basically started to raise him as her own
She would go to his school events, encourage him when he needs it, and be a shoulder to cry on when the silence at home got to be too much for him
Athena wasn't the only emergency reaponder that Buck was well aquatinted with
He was also well know in the 118
Hey you didn't do what Buck does without getting injured or stuck in a really high tree, which is how he met Bobby
Since Bobby had joined the 118 he had heard stories about this teen detective that got himself into all sorts of trouble
Bobby didn't really believe them, he honestly thought that the team was trying to trick him
Until he got a call that a code baby blue was stuck in a tree
Bobby: I'm sorry dispatch could you repeat that?
Dispatch: You must be new, code baby blue is Buck, he somehow hot himself stuck in a tree
Bobby: Okay dispatch
Bobby turns to Hen and Chimney
Bobby: Buck is a real person?
Chimney: Yeah, did you think he wasn't?
Bobby: I honestly thought you guys were pulling my leg
Hen:. Oh no Cap, Buck is very much a really person and I can't wait for you to meet him
When they got to the sight, Bobby was expecting a scrawny preteen maybe 10 feet above the ground
What he got was a burley 16 year old, 20 feet in the air
Buck *waving his hand*: Hi Hen, hi Chimney! I know what this looks like but please don't tell Athena!
Hen *laughing*: What are you doing up there Buckaroo?
Buck: I was working on a case and a piece of evidence got blown up here
Chimney was shaking his head and taking pictures as Bobby clipped in and started to climb the ladder to get this kid that should have known better out of the tree
Buck *as Bobby reached him*: Hi I'm Buck! I promise this was totally worth it! This fabric is the key to solving my case!
Bobby: please climb down
Buck: okay!
Bobby clipped Buck in and they started their descent down from the tree
They were almost down when a police car came speeding into the parking lot
Athena *over her loud speaker*: Evan Buck Buckley you are in so much trouble
Buck: Oh man
Apparently Buck was supposed to be grounded after he snuck into a warehouse he thought was making counterfeit items
And they were because the fabric clutch in his hand proved it!
Bobby couldn't help but laugh at this whole situation
Bobby kept seeing Buck and soon also emotionally adopted him
When it came time for Buck's highschool graduation, his parents didn't come but his siblings did, as did the 118, and a good number of the LAPD
After Buck graduated he got an associates degree and spent some time traveling around before he shocked every first responder in the LA area by entering the fire academy
Everybody was so sure he was going to be a police officer or even a private detective, but no he became a firefighter
But his keen detective mind helped him on more than a few occasions
He was the first to figure out the bank heist skeem
And when it came to the lock yard mystery his brain was humming with ideas and theories
Athena: Don't even think about it Buck
Buck: But-
Athena: No I remember that gleam in your eyes
Buck: The mail isn't her own and there seems to be-
Athena: No!
Buck *talking quicker*: I bet she was blackmailing someone!
Athena: Bobby get our son out of here before he ends up back in the back of my police cruiser!
Bobby: Of course honey! C'mon Buck, listen to your mother
Buck pouted like a child and the rest of the team laughed at him except Eddie
Eddie: What does she mean by being back in the back of her police cruiser
Buck: I was a bit of a nosey kid-
Chimney: Oh no! You are not going to play this down! This kid was a menace! He was a real Nancy Drew and that would get him in so much trouble!
Buck: It didn't get me in that much trouble
Hen: Did you forget when we had to get you out of a vending machine because some guy you were tailing locked you in there
Chimney: Of that time your got stuck in a fence because you were sure that the old factory was being used to make counterfeit money
Buck:. THEY WERE!
Bobby: let's not forget how we met, you being stuck in a 20 ft tree
Eddie: Damn Buck, you were a bit of a trouble maker
Buck *blushing*: I was more of a trouble magnet, I didn't mean to get in trouble it just sort of found me
Athena: Yeah that happens when you actively look for it
Eddie: Buck Buckley teen detective! You could write books!
Bobby: Don't encourage him to encourage more teen detectives!
#911#911 fox#evan buckley#buck buckley#teen dective#athena grant#athena grant is buck's mom#And she is a tired mom#buddie#if you squint
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A summary of What my Characters have been up too since the Earthquake.
Chris ~ He has fully moved in with Em, been helping her recover and taking care of her for the first few days. Upon receiving a box on the front of the porch. Seeing it addressed to her he assumed it was an early birthday gift from someone. Upon giving it to her seeing her reaction to receiving it only to find out it was a gift from Jim. Explaining it was the sweater she was wearing the day Jim and her met. it had gotten ruined and they had tried everything. Yet here it was in perfect condition, restored to its former glory. She told Chris her concerns. Chris has promise to try for her sake. He didn't say anything but he can't help but feel like there is more too it than that. He has since thrown himself into his work and helping the town rebuild now that Em is feeling a little better. He has not told his concerns to anyone and he doesn't plan too. He's not in the mood for the ' I told you so's" anyway... He has yet to tell Em about Jim and Charlie or the fight they got into after the earthquake.
Teddy ~ Has also Thrown himself into his work. At his own restaurant as well as the Diner. Helping to lighten the load on Celia as her and the rest of the Crew mourn Sammie's death. Teddy's is also Mourning the loss of Sammie. She had become a very close friend of his since the renascence festival. He's been quite and distant to most except those he's closest with (Kirby, Ceila, and Morgan to name a few). Having Kirby and Ziti around has been his saving grace. However on the nights Kirby isn't around it's rough. He's having trouble sleeping and when he dose it's because he's cried himself into exhaustion (being separated from Kirby once again during an event like this has taken a toll on him).
Amber ~ Is just happy that all her siblings are accounted for with the new addition of Nattie. She admitted her feelings to Noah after things had settled after the earthquake. Now its just a matter of her not being painfully awkward about it at the bar.
Hope ~ Spent the majority of the after math helping where she could. Hair in a messy bun all torn up almost unrecognizable. She is coming to realize this is way bigger than the shit she has going on. Spent a good bit of the day keeping an eye out for Halley and asking if she had been seen or taken care of. While she only Knew Minnie for a short about of time. The Dance Hall is not the same without her. She is trying to keep the place running and is still allowing pre-planned classes to continue. She has set up a small memorial for Minnie in the lobby for her friends, family, classmates, and students to visit.
Toni ~ been caring for Myles since her ankles been healing. On top of that she's been feeling a bit under the weather, Myles has chalked it up to stress but Toni is thinking its something a bit more serious. They plan to have her get checked out if it worsens. Toni has been helping around town as best as he could when he's not at the Library or the Diner. Him and Teddy have had a moment to sit down and talk things out. Their friendship is slowly but surely on the mend. Teddy's told him he's more than welcome to get a free meal or two from the restaurant for him and Myles if they need it.
Freya Chamberlain ~ Has been helping the town rebuild where she can, this poor girl is not equipped for this. She is struggling.
Jim~ Spending most of his time with charlie. Helping her train but keeping her at arms length since the fight with Chris. Seeing Em like that has really messed with his head (Says a lot for a hit man). He left Em alone for the 12 days since (Leaving the Sweater was his way of closing the door on things). figuring Chris has told Em about him and Charlie. Even though they haven't hooked up since before the earthquake. He still wares his wedding band, his guilt heavier than ever.
Josie ~ Wants to throw hands with Sky Gumby for tossing the town like a salad right when things were get a little spicy with G in the woods. After crying at the state the library was in after the quake she has been helping where she can. On the flip side she has been distracting her want to jump G by cleaning up his grave sight to suprise him. As of the 13th of November she is 16 weeks pregnant (I hope I counted that right lol I have lost track besties, time is an illusion)
Damian ~ Bud is not okay (What's new). Loosing someone in the fire like Sammie has cause this boy so much guilt. He's felt he failed his town He's been numbing the main with his usual. Sex, booze, and drugs. To the untrained eye hes typical Damian but to those who really know him can tell how much worse he is.
Oliver ~ Came in to town on the 11th, still does not know about his daughter yet is still trying to get his barrings.
#musings (freya)#musings (chris)#Musings (Josie)#Musings (jim)#Musings (Oliver)#Musings (Damian)#musings (Toni)#Musings (Amber)#Musings (Hope)#Musings (Teddy)
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pairings: shy!jihoon x gn!reader
warnings: highschool!au, lowercase intended, fluff, jihoon is shy obviously, jihoon wears a mask
word count: 1.77k
a/n: i don’t think i have ever seen a shy jihoon fluff. this type of fic has been on my mind and i think this is perfect for jihoon and to see him in a different light haha. also there’s no specific location but masks aren’t mandatory in your area
"alright class, can i have everyone's attention?" the homeroom teacher talks over the students as they slowly got quiet. you were sitting alone at your desk with you with your backpack in the other seat on your left.
you weren't really the type to 'keep friends' per se since all they cared about was popularity, yet you had many acquaintances who were fond of you. no one really peaked your interest until you look up to see a unfamiliar boy standing in front of the classroom.
"alright class, this is a new student and your new classmate, park jihoon.." she looks at the boy. you can't tell if he's nervous because of the mask covering his face.
"oh right, sorry...hello, it's nice to meet you, i'm jihoon." he greets and waves trying his best to keep his composure.
"now you may be seated. take the one back there by the window beside y/n." the teacher's hand turns to your direction. he mumbles a thank you and makes his way to the desk. you move your backpack to the floor as you realize he's headed your way and the teacher starts her class.
he sits down next you and you notice by the way he sits, he has great posture. you prop your head up with your hand and your elbow on the desk. you thought you were eyeing him discreetly but the boy turns to you as he felt like someone was looking at him. you keep your eyes on him making him more nervous.
"hi." he speaks softly as your eyes are still on him. you give him a smile that only lasted a second before you ask him a question. "you know wearing masks isn't mandatory anymore, right?" you raise an eyebrow at the nervous boy.
"yes, i'm just used to wearing it now." his voice shakes. you were about to ask him if he was okay but you look up as the teacher interrupted.
"jihoon, has anyone showed you around the school yet?" you look back at him and he shook his head.
"that's okay. after the bell, do you mind showing him around?" she looks at you hoping you'll be nice and do it since you're caught up with the class.
"yes ma'am." you answered making the teacher happy. the class goes along quickly and smoothly until the bell rings. you pack up your stuff and wait for your seatmate to get his stuff together.
"you ready?" you ask nicely. he hums as you two walk out of homeroom. you show him the principles office, the gym, the cafeteria, and all the classes you both have together. the walk was quiet, he didn't really have any questions either. jihoon was all eyes and ears as you walk him through the building. you finally ended the walk off outside showing him the different hangouts and locations.
"and that wraps up the tour. do you have any questions at all?" you turn to him. he looks at the bench that's across from you guys. the weather was actually quite nice and the subtle breeze was great, too.
"is it okay if i sit down?" he points to the bench as he walks closer to it. "yeah, go ahead." he sits down, and you sit down next to him. all he's doing is admiring the setting in front of him and his quietness suddenly intrigues you.
"jihoon?" you grab his attention. "why did you transfer here, if you don't mind me asking." the boy might've not been the one to talk, but his eyes were kind. he actually had pretty eyes now that you see them in broad daylight.
"i wanted to start over. the people at my school weren’t the nicest in the world and they didn't make me feel comfortable. i talked to my parents about it and they let me come here. sorry if i seem nervous." he says quietly, making you smile a little bit.
"the people here are more cliquey than anything. everyone seems nice and all but i don't really talk to anyone like that. i'm sure you'll be fine." you reassure him, hoping to calm some of his nerves.
"thank you." he smiles, but only see his smiling eyes as the mask covers the rest of his face.
"you're different from everyone else. do you think fate brought us together?" you joke with him, making him laugh. a faint blush appears on his face but you can't see it.
"we should head back. our next class starts in a couple minutes." you get up and walk back as jihoon trails behind you. you're curious to know more about him as you keep asking him questions.
“what are some of your favorite things to do?”
"i like listening to music and...reading."
"you like to read, huh?"
"sometimes." he pauses. "it keeps me occupied."
you stop in front of the doors before entering. jihoon looks at you with his big eyes stopping right beside you. "do you wanna come with me to the library after school?"
"the library? w-with me?" he stuttered. you laugh at his puzzled reaction before nodding your head. for a second he thought he was dreaming. he actually had someone to hang out with on the first day? he stood there in shock until you finally open the front door telling him to come in.
that evening in the library was definitely a one to remember. you two both talked about your childhood, your hobbies, your favorite foods and favorite songs. halfway through, he seemed more comfortable around you. he actually told you he liked dancing and doesn't read that often, he was just too shy to admit it. you two both decided to stay in contact more and y'all both exchanged phone numbers. you and jihoon befriend each other without fully seeing his face, but at the time you didn't care.
it's been about a month now and wherever you were, he was there, too. even your classmates noticed. you two would help each other with homework in the library and eat lunch together outside where no one could bother you guys. you two actually became pretty close in the past few weeks. you learned that he was actually pretty fun to be around. he would always make you laugh no matter the circumstance and you can't help but think you might've caught feelings for him.
one day, you and jihoon were in the library helping each other out on assignments. you've only been in there for 30 minutes but you were getting bored. jihoon noticed and slid his assignment to the side.
"you wanna take a break?" he asked you. your face lit up and you put your pencil down immediately facing jihoon. he chuckled at your actions.
whenever he laughed, you always wondered what he looked like under his mask. everyday you see him he would always wear that black mask.
"i've actually wanted to ask you something." you ask him.
"can i ask you something first?" he fiddles with his thumbs seeming nervous, you haven't seen him nervous like this since you two first met. you give him your permission to continue.
"i hope this doesn't sound too forward but do you want to go to the movies this saturday?" he hesitates. "i'll understand if you don't want to!" he slightly panics after you leave him in suspense. you wasn't sure if he was asking friend wise or dating wise but his panicking made it clear.
"i'll go." you answer, his eyes widen as a grin grows on his face.
"but can i see what you look like under your mask?" you ask. “i don’t want you to think i’m pressuring you, i’m just curious.” he looks away and your uncertain how he's feeling about your proposal.
"no, it’s okay. i was wondering how long it would take until you asked me." he looks back at you. "i'm actually kinda scared to take it off." he laughs nervously. you put your hand on his shoulder. "you have nothing to worry about, jihoon. it's just me."
he looks around and see that nobody is around you two. he puts his hand behind ears preparing to take off mask. "promise you won't laugh?" he gives you a scared look. you're wondering if anyone has ever teased him about his looks at his old school. you grab his hand that's placed on his knee and squeeze it gently.
"i promise." you reassure him once more. he nods his head and finally reveals his full face.
you were shocked, but not in a bad way at all. you examine his features, noticing his cutely shaped nose and his semi-high risen cheekbones. you also see his pretty plump lips and his nice curved jaw that matches him perfectly. he looked so beautiful and handsome at the same time, you were lowkey starstruck.
all jihoon sees is your mouth slightly open and your eyes wandering all over his face. he doesn't know what you're thinking and covers his face with his hand. "no no, don't cover your face!" you put his hand down uncovering it again. he starts blushing and this is your first time seeing him blush.
you smile and hold his face gently. "you never told me you were this good looking, jihoon."
he chuckles and bites down on his lips feeling embarrassed, looking in another direction to collect himself but you don't let him. you turn his head back to you and you lean in closer towards his face. you halt as you see that he's clearly red in the face.
"is it okay if i kiss you?" you look into his eyes. he takes a deep breath and nods. you lean in and you two share your first kiss with each other. he relaxes into the kiss as you feel his plush lips against yours and pull him in closer. the moment was sweet until you break the kiss pulling away to see him.
he smiles at you, and you see his two perfect rows of of pearly whites while he's giddy.
"your smile is really cute, too." he shys away blushing once more. that homework break was very much worth it he thought to himself.
"should we get back to work?" you laugh knowing that he was still in is head reminiscing the moment that happened ten seconds ago.
"no, not really." he laughs with you. "we can finish this later. i just want to hang with you." he added. you held his hand and start talking to him, admiring him once again.
maybe fate did bring you guys together.
#kpop#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#kpop fluff#yg treasure#treasure#treasure scenarios#treasure imagines#treasure fluff#trsr#trsr scenarios#trsr imagines#trsr fluff#jihoon#park jihoon#treasure jihoon#treasure park jihoon#treasure jihoon imagines#treasure jihoon scenarios#treasure jihoon fluff#trsr jihoon imagines#trsr jihoon scenarios#trsr jihoon fluff#treasure highschool!au#jihoon x reader#park jihoon x reader#jihoon x gn!reader#park jihoon x gn!reader
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Proof that Adrien has liked Marinette since before season 5.
First of all : It's not like it was null and void development. If you compare season 1 to season 4, there are big differences between the two.
In season 1 Adrien barely knew Marinette, she was just another classmate. But as the seasons went on, they grew closer, to the point where he considers her one of his closest friends.
Also the way he looks at her, at first he looked at her just strangely, but now he looks at her with affection. I know a lot were saying "he even looks at his bodyguard like that" they forgot something important. The bodyguard is a man who took care of Adrien since he was a child, he appreciates him very much and is closer to him than to his own father.
Also Adrien has a special way with Marinette, and I'm not just talking to make her feel comfortable. There are many times he invades her personal space and flirts with her (something he rarely does in his civilian form).
Second place: He called her his "everyday Ladybug" I have to explain why it's weird that he compares his good friend to his crush.
Third place: I know many say, "if he was attracted to Marinette, he would have dated her instead of Kagami." Kagami had initiative, she went straight to what she wanted,which Marinette couldn't do. Plus Marinette told Adrien that she didn't see him romantically, what was the guy going to think. 🙄😒
Fourthly: the reason Adrien is going to fall in love with her is because he feels he can count on her in time of need. More than once she has helped him or listened to him when he needed her. (So says the Miraculous bible.).
Also, since Alya and Nino's relationship came about after they kissed when Nino still liked Marinette.... Relationships at that age don't have to have that much explanation. And it's the truth. In real life one can like someone for no reason or for asshole reasons. But adrinette DOES have an explanation.
In Stormy Weather 2, Adrien briefly thinks Marinette likes him and gets excited, but when he remembers that she likes Luka, he just puts on a sad smile.
Adrien has always wanted someone he can share everything with (like Alya and Nino's relationship) and well seeing that apparently Marinette will finally throw away his photos, and he will notice her. Eventually they will have a more normal relationship.
#miraculous ladybug#adrienjustafriendagreste#adrinette become canon in season 5#Adrien Agreste x Marinette Dupain-Cheng#ladybug x chat noir#mlb#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#adrinette#miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir#ml ladynoir
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