DRUNK WORDS, SOBER THOUGHTS.

“who did this to you?”

↳ he finds you injured / “who did this to you?” trope - [diluc, kaeya, wriothesley x gn!reader]

tags: injuries + mentions of blood/reader gets hurt. swearing. threats to kill people lol.

notes: wooo first genshin post.. i need to catch up on this game

diluc ━━━

the way adelinde stood outside of the winery, hands playing nervous with each other and shifting her weight, told diluc that something was wrong. his brows were pinned as he approached her.

“everything alright?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even and calm but there was a hint of worry underneath. something was wrong. something was definitely wrong.

adelinde cleared her throat before speaking, “y/n arrived about half an-”

diluc didn’t need to hear the rest. he moved past her and into the house, calling your name as he moved up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. he was already rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt; what exactly was wrong he didn't know, but he was more than willing to get his hands dirty.

he knocked on the door to your shared room only once before clicking the door open. there was a nurse next to the bed, but she wasn’t tending to you at the moment. she looked a little startled as he entered, but he paid her no mind.

he was kneeling at your bedside in a second. the nurse had taken a few steps back to give him space. he held your hand in his, his lips pressed against your knuckles.

“are you okay? what happened?” he asked, a little breathless, his eyes moving over you. there was a bandage wrapped around your abdomen, but he didn’t see any other injuries.

you nod and swallow dryly. “yeah… yeah ‘m alright.”

"bullshit." he mutters under his breath, eyes wandering over the wound. he wants to get a better look at it, but he knows the bandaging is fresh and he doesn't want to disturb it.

"i'll be fine, diluc... honest."

"who did this?" he asks, his voice suddenly a lot lower than before.

"...what?"

it almost startles you, the way small, almost unnoticeable flames flicker along the skin of diluc's forearms. his voice is calm, but strained, when he speaks, "who?"

"it was just some treasure hoarders, i'm-"

"where?"

"they're dealt with, diluc."

he stares at you for another few moments, eyes watching your face as if searching for some sort of sign that you were being dishonest. finally, he shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens them again. this time, when he speaks, his voice is much softer and caring than before.

"do you need anything?"

"i'm okay. some water, maybe?"

"of course," he hums, moving to press a kiss against your forehead. "just get some rest."

kaeya ━━━

you were supposed to be back an hour ago.

and yet, you weren't back.

he hates that he's pacing, hates that he feels so helpless. he should go find you. he should tell jean he's leaving, that he's not going to work for the rest of the day, that he's going to the outskirts of mondstadt to-

"kaeya!"

his head snaps up, his gaze falling to you. you were limping, why were- oh. there is a gash across your hip, bloody and staining your pants almost black, fading into red at the edges.

he's at your side as quickly as he can be. he's holding your shoulders, a silent plea not to move, not to put weight against the wound.

"shit- what happened? who did this to you?"

you swallow thickly, panting slightly. "just- i ran in to some people-"

"what kind of 'people'?"

"people that got taken care of, kaeya. i promise."

he stares at you for another few moment, a muscle ticking in his jaw. then he nods and moves to your injured side. he grabs your arm to drape it over his shoulders and around his neck, his other arm wrapping around you and pulling you into him.

"we're getting you inside, and safe, and then i'm going to make sure every last one is properly dealt with."

you shake your head at him, but don't say anything. you're grateful for the support on your leg and you weren't about to complain. slowly, he helps you hobble back to the city and slowly deposits you into an infirmary bed.

a nurse ushers kaeya away, and he spends the next twenty minutes pacing outside of the building, his arms crossed. finally, the door opens, and the same nurse sticks their head out of the door, "kaeya? you can come in."

he moves back into the building, maneuvering around people and equipment to kneel at your bedside.

"hey..." he says softly. his hand comes up to your face, back of his hand running affectionately across your cheek. "you feeling alright?"

you give him a small smile. "i'm fine."

"you are," he affirms. "but i still intend on finding the sons of bitches."

you frown at him, though it holds little heat. you study him for another moment before you give him a resigned sigh, "near cape oath."

he presses a kiss against your forehead, already standing up, "i'll be back before dark, my love."

wriothesley ━━━

wriothesley did not consider himself to be a violent person.

today, he was about to be.

it was the way you stumbled into his office, looking so worn out, blood draining down your face and down your chin. your lip was busted and a gash broke the skin near your temple, crimson trickling down your face and dripping onto his floor.

he’d been by your side before you could even utter a word, letting you lean against him and forcing you to sit on the floor. his thumb ran over the blood, as if trying to convince himself that this was real. that this had happened. likely in the fortress, no less.

had it been? no. there was no way. no one would harm someone so blatantly important to the duke… right?

he was pulled from his thoughts by a gentle grumble from you.

“give me a name.” he said, without really thinking about it. his voice was stern, and cold, and left no room for argument.

“what?” you blinked hard, seemingly trying to ground yourself.

“shit.” he cursed under his breath, helping you stand back up. why the hell you had come looking for him before medical attention, he’d never know.

still, he held you against him and helped you to the infirmary, whispering sweet affirmations under his breath the whole way. his string of ‘you are gonna be fine’s and ‘everything is gonna be alright’s dissipates as he slowly lowers you into an infirmary bed.

he straightens, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl twisting his face.

“who did this to you?” wriothesley asked again, this time more firmly.

you shake your head. “is… okay, wrio-”

“give me a goddamn name.” he asks again, and then his voice softens. “please.”

you watch him for another few moments before nodding and letting the person’s name fall from your lips. a muscle in his jaw ticks. he looks down to one of the melusines.

“i’ll be back in an hour. you tell me if they so much as twitch a finger weird.” he orders. he doesn’t wait for a reply, his jaw set as he moves out of the infirmary.

boyfriend atsumu makes a “your mom” joke once so you say you’re gonna call her up and tell her what he said and now he’s snot crying grabbing your hand begging you not to tell her

[3:47 pm] ft miya osamu

wc: 700

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When you slam open Atsumu’s bedroom door and plop yourself onto the carpet next to him, he barely looks up from his phone. 

“Ever heard of knocking?”

You lay belly down on the floor and scream into the worn fuzz of the carpet. 

“Gross. You know our bare, unwashed feet walk on this floor right?” 

He offers you a pillow and you take it, squishing it between the floor and your face. Atsumu waits for your breath to run out. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Atsumuuuuu…” you bemoan. “I’m going through a crisis.” 

He says nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone but you can tell you’ve garnered some of his interest. 

“I have a secret. Like one that I can’t tell anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so shameful. I’ve been keeping it to myself for, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is.” The sarcasm is completely lost on you. 

“Yeah. You’d make fun of me. It’d be material for you to tease me for a lifetime,” you pause, take a deep breath. “I-

“-have a big fat crush on my brother?” 

You gape. “What?” 

He looks up from his phone. He blink at you, like you’re any simpleton. “You,” he says slowly, punctuating each word, ”have a big, fat, embarrassing, crutching, debilitating crush on my brother.” 

“I didn’t even realize you knew so many big words-”

“What?” 

The two of you freeze up. 

“‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaims. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back until later tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

He gives no other explanation. You stay still, hoping that if you don’t move or breathe, he won’t notice you. The silence stretches.

“Ohhh.. kay. Well, I better go. You kids-”

You jolt awake at that, in disbelief that Atsumu would flee alone after what he’s done.

“I’ll go with!” You turn and run, making monumental efforts to avoid a dark eyes trained on you. 

You’re about to squeeze past when a hand slams against the doorframe, arm now blocking off your exit. Osamu stares hard at you while your gaze stays glued to the exit beyond, though it’s more like you’re staring at his bicep which is now stationed at your eye level. 

“I’m just gonna go…” you hear Atsumu mumble, ducking under Osamu’s arm barrier, stealing your escape route. 

“Jackass-” you mumble.

“Hey.” 

The low voice comes from right above your head.

“Osamu,” you greet, still staring at his arm. “I gotta go. I have plans-”

A finger comes up to lift your jaw. It’s careful, but still forceful. When your eyes finally meet his, the one finger turns into two which grip your chin in place. 

“Was what Atsumu said true?” 

It takes a lot for you to hold back a stutter. “Sounds like you heard him loud and clear to me,” you say, ready to slap his hand away. 

“I did.”

“Then why are you still asking-” 

“If it’s true,” he leans down, talking slowly. It makes you start to hyperventilate. You need a paper bag or something. “I don’t wanna hear it from my stupid brother.” 

His eyes are mesmerizing, captivating. Not even the many, many years of knowing him dulls the effect of his straightforward gaze on you. You think you hear someone concede, “it’s true.” 

“What’s true?” he whispers. He’s so close you feel his words ghost your mouth.

Autopilot talks. “That I have a big fat crush on you.” 

He eats up the next millimeter of space. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.

Suddenly, his neck is caged inside of your arms and you’re licking up his familiar minty breath and surely this all isn’t your doing because your brain is still catching up. 

His smile widens against your lips and you can feel the smugness radiate off him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted, then.” 

That clears the fog. You shove his shoulders away and try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t go very far.

“Why?” you demand. 

He kisses you again. “‘Cause my brother’s got a big mouth.” 

You tilt your head in confusion. Osamu takes it as an invitation to slot his face better against yours. 

His kiss almost makes you forget your train of thought, but that’s okay because he answers your question anyway. 

“And he probably would’ve blabbed that I have a big fat crush on you too.”

you're the one I want

summary: youve never been more sure of anything in your life. you want to marry atsumu

a/n: finally wrote something wooo, hope you enjoy this piece :)) it was fun to write!! again ending kinda sucks but oh well

~~~

"I'm going to propose to Atsumu."

It looks as though it took a couple of moments for Osamu to process what you just said because of how he continued to shape the onigiri in his hands until he stiffens, his back rigid and his hands frozen. He turns around to look at you, onigiri still clasped safely between his hands. An incredulous look marks his face.

"Are ya feelin' okay? Want me ta take ya ta the doc?"

You snort in response, though you don't fault him for his disbelief. You were here past closing time to help him clean up and he was kind enough to make you a quick snack first. Now all of a sudden you dropped this on him.

"I'm just fine 'Samu, thanks for asking," sarcasm drips from your words, but you change tune quickly. You look at him, eyes resolute. "I meant what I said."

Osamu grows quiet, studying your face to see if there were any cracks where lies hide, but he finds none. A smile spreads across his lips, his hands packing the rice together once more before plating it in front of you.

"So ya wanna be a Miya?"

You chuckle, taking the onigiri in your hand. "Yeah. I like the sound of Y/N Miya."

"Bet 'Tsumu will love it even more," Osamu nods to himself. "He's a lucky scrub, I'll give him that much." His eyes soften just a bit. "Yer good for each other. 'Tsumu's a pain in the ass, but 'm glad ya wanna stick with him."

Your heart warms at Osamu's support. He's always been supportive. Back during high school, he made excuses to leave so you could spend time with Atsumu alone (his reasoning was that he didn't want to be a third wheel, which was fair). He taught you how to make Atsumu's favorite meals and despite his sass in the kitchen, Osamu was patient with you. His door was open for you whenever you and Atsumu had an spat and you needed to cool off for a bit. He was part of your family, simple as that.

"Thanks 'Samu. I'm glad that I have Atsumu, and I want to be with him." You take a bite of your onigiri, chewing as you glance to the side. After swallowing, you say,"I hope that Atsumu feels the same way too." you murmur, a small shadow of doubt creeping into your heart. You know Atsumu loves you, but when it comes to such a big step like marriage, it's hard not for doubts to cloud your mind and heart, hiding the sunny joy of what would come with marriage.

It's Osamu's turn to snort, crossing his arms over his chest. " 'Course he does, he's so lovesick fer ya that I wanna gag," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Ya both always haveta suck each other's face off," he grumbles.

You can't help but giggle at what he says. You're reminded of what Suna said once, of how Atsumu has "hearts for eyes" when he looks at you. And well, you can't deny that. Neither can you deny Osamu wanting to gag whenever Atsumu purposefully kisses you deeply right in front of him so he could piss him off.

"I would say I'm sorry, but I'm really not," you grin cheekily.

He huffs, shaking his head. "Jus' how Atsumu would act."

The banter continues as you help Osamu clean up his restaurant. Once finished, you drive back home and start getting ready for bed. You keep an eye on the time, making sure you're in bed by the time Atsumu face times you. You're immediately greeted by his beaming smile and his messy bed hair. As soon as he woke up, his first action was to face time you, and that thought alone makes you feel all giddy inside.

"There's ma pretty baby," he coos.

"Hi 'Tsumu," you smile.

It's so good to see his face and hear from him. He's overseas for training camp for a couple of weeks. Despite the massive time difference, you both do your best to communicate either through texts or through face time calls like right now. Even if your body feels tired, you stay awake to hear Atsumu talk. Though you are speaking with him, you can't help but feel a little lonely because he wasn't here physically. The bed feels too big and cold without him cuddling up to your chest, arms around your body. It's always a little hard whenever he's away, but you both get through it.

As he continues to talk and talk, you wear a dopey smile on your face. It was a night like this when you realized you wanted to marry Atsumu. Just that thought entering mind, that realization, that 'oh.' And you accepted it readily. Of course you want to marry Atsumu. Of course you want to call him your husband. Of course you want to spend your life with him.

"What's with that look?" Atsumu questions.

"Just missing you," you hum without missing a beat.

"I miss ya too baby, can't wait ta have ya in ma arms again." He pouts. "It's been too long without cuddles!"

"I know 'Tsum, want to have you shirtless in bed with me."

"Oh yeah?" he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. "Ya sure yer not thinkin' about somethin' else 'sides cuddlin'?"

"Stop thinking dirty 'Tsumu."

"Yer the only who implied it!"

You share a laugh, though yours turn into a yawn. Atsumu notices of course. "Go to sleep baby, ya need yer rest."

"No...," you mumble out, eyelids drooping. "Wanna keep talking with you...,"

"I know angel, but ya needa sleep. When 'm back, 'm all yers, 'kay?'

"Kay...,"

Your eyes are closed already, your mind slipping into unconsciousness. You vaguely hear Atsumu chuckle.

"G'night baby, hope ya dream of me."

~~~

You are at a loss at what to do. There's just too many choices!

"Which ring do you think 'Tsumu will like?"

"How should I know? You're the one proposing to him."

You look over at Suna, unamused. "No shit sherlock, but I want to know if anything catches your eye."

He shrugs. "They all look the same to me. I'm not really sure how I can be of help here."

"Well you're a middle blocker. You have good eyes and intuition." you rationalize.

"For volleyball, not ring shopping," he deadpans.

Shaking your head, you sigh in exasperation. Your eyes sweep across the store which had various displays of rings. Where do you even begin?

"He'll like anything you give him," Suna brings up, as if to assuage your worry but that was exactly the problem.

"I know that, but I can't just give him any ring. I want it to be perfect for him," you murmur.

You want a ring that is just as bright as him. You want a ring that speaks of both your love for one another. Atsumu deserves that, nothing less.

Suna gazes at you for a moment before jerking his chin towards a display. "Let's look over there first."

A woman comes over to assist you, but every option she brings out just wasn't what you were looking for. So, off to another store you go. And another. And another. You were growing frustrated leaving empty handed at each store and feeling guilty for Suna coming along with you. Being a professional athlete and all, you know he has a tight schedule. It was a miracle he had the time to come with you to the first shop. He didn't have to come with you to the other stores, you told him as much, but Suna brushed you off. Despite the guilt, you were grateful for his support. Even if he was a little shit.

"How about this one? This diamond is as big as his ego," Suna remarks, pointing at the ring.

"Shut up Rin," you huff, shoving his shoulder lightly.

He snickers before turning to look at another display. The rings were smaller in size compared to the one he just looked at and were different in styles, either having engravings or designs. He noted throughout this shopping trip that you gravitated towards rings that had more design to them than just regular diamonds stuck onto a band.

"What about these?" Suna draws your attention to the display.

You come over to take a look. Your eyes roam across the rings until it stops at a ring, staring intently. Something about the ring pulls you in, like a magnet. Suna notices your reaction, of course he does. Calling over someone, he has them take the ring out seeing that the rest of the world faded away for you once you laid eyes on that ring. Gently, you hold the ring between your fingers and hold it up to admire it. You don't even realize you're smiling until Suna points it out.

"That's the one, right?"

You nod, eyes softening. "Yeah."

~~~

You know that you want to propose to Atsumu. You have the ring for the proposal. Now you have to figure out how to actually go out proposing to Atsumu, which you have no clue about. But, you've brought reinforcements for this task.

"Alright, I need ideas for how to propose," you announce, clapping your hands.

Looking at the four men sitting on the couches in the living room, it was like a council was in session. Suna was tapping away at his phone while Osamu, Aran, and Kita ponder for a few minutes. Truly you were thankful for them coming by to help you knowing that they have busy lives of their own.

"How about something like this?" Suna turns his phone around to show you a video of someone proposing to their partner by having their home filled with rose petals.

"Cute, but too many rose petals. I think a bouquet would be enough," you say, pulling back from the screen.

"Can't go wrong with a nice home cooked meal before proposin' to him," Osamu suggests.

You nod to yourself. "That sounds nice."

"You could hide the ring in the food for him to find it."

"Knowing Tsumu, he'll swallow the ring and wouldn't notice it," Osamu responds to Suna. That makes you wince.

"How 'bout takin' him ta his favorite places? Could make him food and go on a picnic," Aran offers his own idea.

All good ideas, and yet you can't help but feel anxious. You want everything to go well. Feeling a hand on your shoulder, you see Kita standing next to you and smiling.

"Whatever ya choose, it'll go fine. Ya don't haveta worry so much."

The rest of them agree with him. They're all encouraging in their own ways and you feel better about yourself. You really are glad to have such wonderful friends.

~~~

Waiting at the airport with a bouquet of roses in your hands, your eyes sweep through the crowds of people, hoping to spot your Atsumu. The sight of bleached blond hair catches your attention and you start walking, your heart warming at the sight of Atsumu looking around, presumably for you.

" Tsumu!"

His eyes land on you and a bright grin spreads across his lips. "(Y/N)!" he shouts, practically running to you.

Immediately Atsumu embraces you, head tucked into your neck. He breathes in deeply, nuzzling his nose against your skin. Happily sighing, your eyes briefly close. It feels good to be in his arms again, to have his warmth envelope you.

"Missed you baby," Atsumu whispers, kissing your neck.

"Missed you too Tsumu. Welcome back."

Pulling back, Atsumu kisses you, stealing your breath away. He simply can't stop kissing you, his lips pressing all over your face.

"Can't get enough of ya."

"Tsumu, baby, I get it, but not at the airport!" you squeal, pushing against his chest lightly.

He pouts in response, but then he sees the roses in your arms. "Hm, what's that for?"

"For you, of course." You smile, holding it out to him.

"Me? What's the occasion?" His eyes widen. "Shit, did I miss an important date!?"

Before he can full on panic, you cup his cheeks so he looks at you. "No silly, I just wanted to buy roses for you."

"Oh," he blinks. Then he breathes a huge sigh of relief. Holding the bouquet in one arm, his hand brushes against the soft petals, his eyes soft. "Always so sweet f'me, baby."

Your smile widens. "I can be a lot sweeter."

"Yeah? What ya got fer me?"

You planned a nice picnic at the park Atsumu likes to do his morning runs at and where he likes to play and teach volleyball to kids. The blond athlete was ecstatic at the sight of his favorite foods in the basket, covering you in his kisses once more. You feed him at times and just to be cheeky, he licks your fingertips, making you laugh. Once all the food was gone, you pat your lap in invitation which Atsumu eagerly accepts. Your fingers glide through his strands, occasionally scratching his scalp. You like to spoil Atsumu like this. It brings you such joy that you can soothe and comfort him, that you know exactly what he likes, that you know that Atsumu is yours just as much as you are his.

The sun is setting. Reds and oranges and yellows paints the sky. The breeze is nice and cool. The sound of kids laughing was in the distant. This was an opportunity to propose to him, but you were content with watching Atsumu relax, his eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips.

You let him stay like that a little longer before nudging him. You hate to disturb him, but it was getting dark. Walking back together, you find that the apartment feels more like a home with Atsumu around. He really is your sun, brightening up the place and your life. You couldn't keep your eyes off him, stuck to his side all the way to bed. Lifting his arm, you happily snuggle against his side, squeezing his body. He lets out a laugh, embracing you back. The kisses return, but nothing overly intense. Just the simple brushing of lips against each other's face, whispers of love spoken after pulling apart just a little.

It's when you pull back to gaze into Atsumu's love filled eyes that you decide now was the right time. Now, at night, in the bedroom, in your pajamas. Eyebrows furrowed, Atsumu watches as you sit up from the bed.

"Noo, don't go," he whines.

"I'm not going anywhere. I want to show you something. Actually, ask you something."

"Ask me what?"

Your heart pounds as you look inside the closet to the find the velvet box hidden in your jacket. Atsumu's sitting up in bed now, eyes trained on your body. Taking a deep breath, you turn around, the box held in your hands.

"Atsumu, there's one thing I know for certain," you start off. You don't really have a speech planned but fuck it. The words just come to you. "And that is I want to be with you. I always want to be by your side. To share the good moments, the sad ones, the angry ones, everything."

You begin to choke up, overwhelmed with the love you have for him. It's like your body can't even contain all this love for him. You watch as his eyes widen as you get down on one knee, opening the velvet box and revealing the ring.

"Will you marry me, Atsumu?" you ask softly, the question that you've been wanting to ask for so long.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, completely shocked. "You...You...," he couldn't even form words. The longer he goes without response, the more you feel anxious. Maybe this wasn't the right time? Maybe-"

"Ya wanna marry me? Ya really want me?" his voice is quiet.

It breaks your heart to hear him say that, as if he couldn't believe it, that he couldn't believe that you want to marry him. But it also makes you want to show Atsumu even more how much you love him, that you want to be his.

"There's nothing I want more, Tsumu. I want you."

That breaks the dam. Tears fill his eyes. Throwing the covers off him, he stumbles out of bed and his knees hit the floor in front of you. Crushing you in his arms, his lips swallow your surprised squeak at the sudden action. Atsumu consumes you entirely. The way his lips move desperately against yours, his fingers digging into your back, how he doesn't want to let go at all.

"Yes!" he pants after breaking the kiss. "I wanna be yours, all yours. Only yours." his words are rushed and frantic, but he has the most breath taking smile on his face.

A watery smile paints your lips. His thumb brushes away the tears sliding your cheeks as you slip the ring on his finger with shaky hands.

"There. A pretty ring for a pretty boy."

"Bein' so sweet ta me, Mrs.Miya."

"Tsum, we aren't even married yet. I'm not Mrs.Miya just yet." you chuckle.

"Yeah well," he cups your cheek. "I like the sound of it."

Your eyes soften. "I do too."

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

when you first heard that sakusa kiyoomi was an asshole, you doubted it.

you knew he was a germaphobe with fans who wouldn’t know the meaning of boundaries if it hit them in the face, so you dismissed every rumor about him being an absolute asshole. you saw with your own eyes how his face softened when he called his cousin and how he discreetly feeds the stray cats outside the university doors when he thinks no one is looking, so him being an asshole simply seemed… doubtful.

until you got partnered up to do a project with him. immediately, your slight admiration was gradually replaced by pure annoyance.

he refused to meet up in person, which you had accepted easily for the sake of his comfort. then, he refused calls and zoom meetings, insisting you can finish the entire thing over texts, which wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t fucking take hours to reply.

he dismissed all your ideas disrespectfully and insisted his were better, refusing to elaborate on any despite his own demanding. moreover, he forced most of the work on you, insisting that him doing the powerpoint slides was enough.

the last straw was when the night before the final presentation when he nonchalantly sent you a text saying he had lost the flash drive with the presentation, so he was going to re-do it in the fifteen minute gap he had before the lecture started because he was too tired from practice.

seeing red was an understatement for what you felt as you clicked the unsaved contact number, eyes narrowed purely in rage as you gripped your pen so tightly your knuckles turned white.

at the last ring, he picked up, a smooth yet annoyed voice speaking. “i thought i said i don’t do calls.”

“listen here, you fucking brat.” you started, voice warningly low. “i don’t fucking care if you don’t get a wink of sleep, you will fucking finish the presentation today and send me a copy before it hits three in the morning. i kept up with your fucking attitude, your crappy ideas, your late responses and the fact that i basically did the entire fucking work alone with the exception of the presentation, so if we don’t get the full grade and i see a little drop on the 30% this stupid crap is worth, i will personally make sure you won’t live to create another presentation.”

you hung up before he could even think of a response, slamming your phone harshly on the nightstand as you turned your attention back to your laptop. you expected your phone to be buzz with notifications of him throwing a fit, because your expectations were six feet under for him at that point, but there was none.

instead, there was an e-mail sent at 02:59 with a slide show attached. you placed it on your own flash drive, finally feeling the pressure fade ad you shoved everything to one side of the bed and immediately passed out.

the next morning, you walked in a few minutes before the presentation started, thankful you had already distributed what would be said in the presentation days ago as you carefully placed your stuff down, unaware of the way sakusa froze once his gaze landed on you, eyes widening in pure panic.

once you finally glanced over and met his eyes, you offered a flat ‘hi’ and pushed the flashdrive into the computer connected to the projector. he blinked rapidly. “you’re [y/n] [l/n]?”

“obviously.” you responded lowly, face blank as you set the presentation up, turning to him after. “you remember your parts?”

he nodded, seeming very distressed about an unknown fact as he scrunched his face up in frustration, but you ignored it, adjusting the collar of your top as students started piling in.

to your delight, the universe granted your desperate wishes the presentation went smoothly. you earned the full 30% and you were finally very relieved that the nightmare was over as you thanked your professor, quickly grabbing your stuff and walking out.

“wait!”

sucking in a deep breath, you paused in your steps, turning around with your lips pressed together and your eyes narrowed as they landed on sakusa. he stopped a few feet away from you, grimacing slightly as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

“i’m sorry.” he started. you raised an eyebrow, unamused, and his eyes drifted to his shoes almost anxiously. “i was a huge jerk, i know.”

“jerk is a little generous.” you muttered. he sighed quietly, his eyes moving anxiously to meet yours again.

“i know. i am very sorry you had to deal with me for the past month and thank you for handling all of this.” he paused, gulping for a second before he spoke again, his next words a mumbled mess that you could barely make out. however, the way the words ran in your head was clear.

you almost dropped your stuff in surprise. thankfully, you managed to tightened your hold on them before they tumble to the ground, blinking twice before you cleared your throat softly. “excuse me?”

even with his mask on, you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of red as he looked everywhere but your eyes.

“can i take you out for coffee as an apology?” he swallowed harshly. “please?”

“…fine.”

「BNHA Boys giving you the partner privilege」

⤷ Bakugou he hates losing or being behind someone, it’s a horrible feeling that he hates with all his heart. but for you, he can learn to accept. he doesn’t complain or curse when you’re better than him in a test or game - even because he let you win. it’s something he would kill to get, but now, he would kill to make you win, because your smile and your well-being are priceless.

⤷ Deku he would give you anything you want; are you looking for a certain food or drink? he’s already getting it for you without question. it’s movie night and you want to watch a movie that no one else wants to watch? one way or another he’s going to make sure you’re watching that movie. he just wants to see you happy - and also because he likes to pamper you. the second you arrive, his friends are rolling their eyes because they know how much he’s wrapped around your finger, just a fool in love.

⤷ Kirishima

you’re the only person who can play with his hair. it’s hard for him to get his hair the way he likes it and he does his best to make sure other people don’t ruin all the effort he put in, but you’re different; he doesn’t mind you playing or running your fingers through his hair, he loves the feeling and loves you enough to let you do whatever you want with his hair.

⤷ Todoroki

he always seems serious and closed with people, but with you it’s different. you are the only person who sees his true side; the fun, spontaneous and loving side of him. you’re one of the few people who’s ever heard his laugh, or made him slow dance in the kitchen with you. you are the only person he allows himself to be, you are always the one for him.

⤷ Denki

he always lets you stop him, always reckless in stupid decisions in which he’ll obviously get hurt; all his friends tell him not to do it and he ignores until it comes from you. you don’t find it funny when he shorts circuits, you don’t laugh when he’s in danger, you want the best of him and that’s why he listens to you, and only you

⤷ Tamaki

he brings small gifts constantly. he can’t stop thinking about you and in everything he sees he sees you; whether it’s a coffee at that coffee shop at the end of the street that he knows you like, or that flower he saw in a tree on his way home. every little gift has meaning and a little bit of his heart. he just walks into the room with the sweetest smile to say ‘i have something for you my love’

⤷ Shinsou

he gives you all his love and affection; it’s like he freely gives his heart to you, when it comes to you, he’d give you the entire galaxy if he could. he would let you do anything; playing with his hair, stealing his clothes, eating his last piece of pizza.. he is also more affectionate physically like; he gives you long and warm hugs, soft and long kisses until you lose your breath, plays with your hair while he look through his cell phone, pulls you into his lap... he loves you with all his heart, and only you.

⤷ Hawks

shows you off in every way possible - honestly, most of the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. he’s always looks in love with you like ‘wow, you’re so perfect for me’. he also gets his eyes in his heart looking at you but still doesn’t understand how people guessed you were dating... but he honestly doesn’t complain, it just makes him show you even more to others because he wants to show everyone that he has the world in his hands.

⤷ Dabi

you’re the only person he really likes to be around. he wants your presence all the time; it’s not that he’s suffocating you, it’s just that he wants to be surrounded by you all the time. like he could literally spend 48 hours locked in a room with you and still feel like he needs more time - like no you can’t leave, we’re not done yet. no matter how much time you spend with him, it will never be enough for him and he will never get tired of your delightful presence; he truly cherishes you and wants nothing more than to give you all of the love he can for as long as possible. your existence alone to him is so mesmerizing, he really doesn’t understand how you’re his or what he did to deserve you.

⤷ Shigaraki

he hates to be interrupted while playing, but you are always an exception; when you arrive in the room he always looks quickly at you and takes a headset out of his ear, attentive to anything you are going to say. if you are sad or discouraged. he lets you sit on his lap and he listens intently to everything you have to say. but if you want, he’ll even turn off the computer/video game because he really cares about you - but he’s a little upset that you made him left the game when he was about to win, but he put this aside and focus on you; because what matters most is you, and always you.

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kuroo tetsurou is painfully in love with you. like, so in love he can feel sharp pains in his chest every single time you look at him. even if you guys have been together for years, you never fail to make his heart skip multiple beats. in fact, his favorite activity is watching you walk up to him. after class, when he comes to pick you up, when you guys are meeting like literally whenever. the way you both can’t contain your smile. his heart flutters knowing you share the same excitement. that’s all he ever wants to do; share feelings with you. whether you guys cry together, laugh, yell. kuroo tetsurou wants to experience it all with you. kuroo testurou is so painfully in love.

HOW THEY BLUSH.

pairing(s): main three / midoriya, bakugo, todoroki + gender neutral reader (separate!)

warnings: none, just fluff!

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IZUKU MIDORIYA

blushes with his whole face.

he really cannot help that his whole face warms up, all the way from his cheeks to his ears.

it's so easy to get him to blush; you can just throw personal space out of the window or say something even just a little bit flustering, he'll go red in quick seconds!

even midoriya can make himself blush when he leans forward to kiss or hug you, pulling away with his cheeks sporting a pink hue.

you could also be talking or showing off your quirk and he'll blush while starting to ramble in awe.

will he hide his blush? it really depends! if his hands or mind are occupied with objects or thoughts he won't, but if he's so flustered to the point he'll get super shy, that's when he will cower behind his hands and step back for a moment.

his cheeks go red from either your touch or words, and midoriya definitely needs a little break after every time he gets physical contact with you LOL

KATSUKI BAKUGO

blushes by the tips of his ears.

if you ever point out his blush (to his mortification), he'll absolutely deny everything and tell you that you aren't seeing straight at all

even bakugo's hands warm up when he's flustered... it's an instinct because of his quirk and he internally hates himself when you notice it

bonks the back of your head if you tease him too much, to the point where even his face warms up from the obvious denial he's in

he ABSOLUTELY does the childish thing where he covers his ears and rambles on about how he can't hear you at all, and plus that hides his blazing, red ears

while bakugo is deadpan and "calm" most of the time, i feel like he will very much blush if you just whisper in his ear or suddenly poke at his sides (ticklish bakugo?!)

... just try not to tease him too much and get exploded up as a result..

SHOTO TODOROKI

really tries not to, but ends up having a small blush on his cheeks.

if you catch him staring at you, he'll definitely try to avert his gaze and blush a little bit!

he sometimes doesn't even know that he's blushing, only noticing if you point it out or after he realizes that he's thinking about you a bit too much

tease him and todoroki will just huff and look away, knowing that he can't deny it at all because it's visually evident that he is blushing

he also doesn't bother completely hiding his blush since you've already seen it, but he does attempt to cover half of his face and avert his gaze from you (especially if you try to stand in his line of vision, it just makes him blush even more)

he doesn't blush when you say something flirtatious (cough cough midoriya and bakugo cough cough), but he will absolutely blush if you say anything flustering without the intentions of even teasing him

i also see him as someone who isn't ticklish but would blush from acts of service, like you preparing his favorite food for him or taking care of him when he's sick

when you surprise them with a kiss! ˊˎ-

୫ includes : bakugou, midoriya, shoto, denki 

୫ note : fluff. may be slightly suggestive in bakugou’s.

ᕱ‧ BAKUGOU’s eyes open wide as you press your mouth to his, your arms finding their place on his shoulders. it barely takes him a second to relax into your hold, his hands moving to your waist to tug you closer. “come back here idiot,” he says when you pull away, “we’re not done yet.”

ᕱ‧ IZUKU turns red from head to toe as you peck his lips softly without warning. “baby, hey?” he stutters out hesistantly, calming down when slip your hands into his. “just wanted to kiss you, is all,” you say, smiling as he nods and plants one on your cheek.

ᕱ‧ SHOTO feels warmth spread through his chest as you lean in towards him and kiss his nose gently. “thank you, my love,” he says as he litters your palms with sweet kisses, and you can feel your heart skip a beat at your lover’s pure affection.

ᕱ‧ DENKI beams as you press a kiss to his forehead, immediately abandoning what he’s doing to plop his head in your lap. “hey babe,” he grins up at you, turning to bury his face comfortably into your tummy, “do that again.”

ᕱ‧ SHINSOU tries hard to hide his blush when you plant a kiss on his neck, utterly failing as the red spreads to his ears. “what was that for?” he mutters, shifting to tuck his face into your side, “gimme another.”

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Desperate Confessions with: Riddle Rosehearts , Leona Kingscholar

Others: Jamil and Sebek

Riddle Rosehearts

It’s almost dark when you finally step out of the library. The entire campus is steeped in the quiet warmth of the setting sun, casting long shadows and filling the air with a golden glow. You spot Riddle just a few paces away, standing by the ivy-laden wall, seemingly waiting for you. His usual composure is absent, replaced by an odd stillness in his posture, a tension that you can feel even from here.

"Riddle?" you ask, concern coloring your voice as you approach him. He turns, and for a moment, he doesn’t seem like himself. His face is flushed, his gaze intense, almost… desperate.

“You’re here,” he says quietly, almost in relief, though the softness of his words belies a turmoil simmering beneath. "I didn’t expect you to come out this late."

You tilt your head, trying to read the unspoken thoughts in his expression, but he doesn’t give you a chance. “I… need to tell you something.” His voice is tight, as though he’s struggling against himself to form the words. His hands are clenched at his sides, and he looks as if he’s trying to steady his breathing. “It’s—it’s been too much lately, and I don’t think I can keep pretending I’m…unaffected by you."

For a moment, he closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they hold a vulnerability you’ve rarely seen. "You’ve haunted my thoughts, day and night. Every time I see you, I—I’m left wondering if I’ll be able to speak without… without feeling like my heart will burst. I feel like I’m losing control of myself whenever you’re near.”

His cheeks flush deeper, but he doesn’t look away. "I’m embarrassed by it. This—this lack of control.” His voice breaks, just a bit, and you can hear the self-criticism beneath his words. “I’ve spent my whole life restraining myself, and then you—” He takes a shaky breath. “You come into my life, and suddenly… I can’t.”

Your chest tightens at the rawness of his confession, at the deep-seated need he’s barely holding back. Before you can stop yourself, you close the gap between you, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him close.

Riddle’s breath catches, but he doesn’t pull away. His eyes are wide, a hint of disbelief mingling with hope as he gazes at you, unspoken words trembling on his lips. And in that moment, you realize that there’s no need for more words.

You surge forward, capturing his lips in a fierce, unrestrained kiss. It’s hard, almost desperate, and every ounce of feeling he’s kept bottled up seems to crash over both of you at once. Riddle’s arms wrap around you, and he clings to you as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

He kisses you back with the same intensity, almost a little shyly at first, but it quickly deepens into something far more passionate. His hand slips up to cup the side of your face, and you can feel his fingers tremble ever so slightly as he pulls you closer, kissing you like he’s wanted to for far too long.

When you finally part, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together as you catch your breath. Riddle’s eyes are shining, his lips swollen from the kiss, his face flushed.

He looks at you with a kind of wonder, like he’s still not entirely certain this is real, and then, almost shyly, he whispers, “I didn’t… I didn’t know it could feel like this.” His voice is soft, reverent, as if he’s savoring each word, the remnants of his vulnerability lingering.

Leona Kingscholar

It sneaks up on Leona, this feeling he doesn't know what to name. At first, he thinks it's just irritation—that persistent gnawing that comes with your endless presence. You’re always around, talking, laughing, pulling him into things he swears he doesn’t care about. He assumes it’s only a matter of time before he finally snaps. But then you’re not there one day, and the world feels off-kilter.

He spends that entire afternoon restless, eyes flickering toward every entrance as if expecting you to walk through it. But you don’t. The gardens are too quiet, his naps too still, and he’s left with a strange emptiness that he can’t shake off.

The next day, you’re there again, and the weight lifts. He scowls when he catches himself relaxing, brushing it off, but it keeps happening. Days pass, and it’s clear—he misses you. This realization grates on him, bothers him in a way nothing else has. How could he, Leona Kingscholar, find himself so wrapped up in someone else?

Then, today, he’s back in his usual spot in the garden, the shade cooling his skin as he lounges, pretending to nap. He can hear your footsteps before he sees you, and he opens one eye as you approach, carrying a basket of food, smiling that soft, familiar smile of yours.

"Thought you’d like something to eat," you say, setting the basket down with that easy grace of yours that makes his chest ache.

And that’s it. That ache in his chest spills over, and he can’t hold it back anymore. It all comes rushing out, like a dam breaking.

"Why?" he says, his voice rougher than he intended. "Why do you keep coming here, even when I’ve given you every reason not to?" He’s sitting up now, leaning toward you, the intensity in his eyes making you blink.

He huffs, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "I thought you were a nuisance at first. Always hanging around, always in my space." His voice drops lower, rougher, almost as if he’s frustrated with himself. "But the truth is… I’m the one who’s a mess without you. You leave, and everything just… feels wrong."

There’s a pause, and he looks down, jaw clenched, hands clenched in his lap. "I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I don’t care anymore. All I know is… I want you here. Always." He raises his gaze to yours, the desperation flickering in his eyes a vulnerability that catches even him off guard.

Your heart swells, and as his words sink in, a smile breaks across your face. Tears well up in your eyes, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Before you know it, you’re leaning in, cupping his face, and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is profound. The warmth of him, the rough texture of his skin against yours, grounds you, and you kiss him deeply, tasting the intensity of his feelings, the rawness he’s bared just for you.

As you pull back, his thumb brushes across your cheek, catching a stray tear. He leans forward, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his own lips brushing lightly against the salt of your tears. "Even that," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble, "even the taste of you like this… I want it all."

And you hold him close, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm, realizing that this is where you both belong.

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