Kiwi Flavoured Kisses丨sakusa Kiyoomi

Genshin Boys As Your Knight

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Knight!Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Xiao x gn!Noble!Reader

Type/Genre: Headcanons, fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: Mentions of violence/injuries, master is used as gender-neutral term, not proof-read  

A/N: self-indulgent headcanons of the genshin boys as your knight in shining armour <3

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A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Kiyoomi X Reader (female) 

Genre: MAFIA!AU, dad and husbando tehe, fluffy, action? thriller??

Author’s Note: mafia 🤝 protective 🤝 domestic father figure 🤝 SAKUSA

Warnings: k*lling, blood, vivid imagery, LONG, language

gif from @rivaillerose​ 🖤

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“I would of wanted her to be curious. And willful, unstoppable even. But with enough compassion to heal the world ... just a little bit.”

Hello! Can I request a oneshot of female!s/o x Floyd, Ace, or Deuce (depends on you)? It is about how they feel when the reader is back in their real world and their interactions only through a mirror. Remember to stay safe!

Hi! Of course you can! Thank you for asking! Floyd is my fave, so of course, I picked him, though fair warning this turned out way more angsty than I originally meant it to and I accidentally broke my own heart in the process 😭😭😭

Warnings: some angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a hopeful ending, mild Crowley bashing

“Koebi-chan, Koebi-chan wake-up!” an impatient voice pulled you from your dreams, and you sat up groggily, rubbing at your eyes confused and disoriented. It took you a moment, but eventually you spotted the outline of your boyfriend next to your bed.

Still disoriented from sleep you reached for him, hoping to convince him to come back to bed with you, knowing it would be easy if you promised he could squeeze you as he pleased, only for your fingers to hit cold glass instead, bringing cold reality crashing back in.

Your bottom lip trembled for a moment before you wrestled your emotions firmly under control. It had been about four months since you’d been returned to your world, and you were still utterly miserable. It had taken a good two years for Crowley to work out the spell to send you home, and in that time, you’d managed to somehow fall head over heels for the last man in Twisted Wonderland you ever would’ve suspected.

Floyd Leech was the epitome of mercurial, never standing still or paying too much attention to any one thing for any real length of time. Thus when he’d asked you out you hadn’t given it much thought, turning him down immediately and assuming he’d lose interest, just like he’d lost interest in everything before.

It turned out you’d underestimated the eel mer, who hated being told no almost as much, if not more than being bored. For the next six months he’d pursued you doggedly, a predator hunting prey. No matter where you were or what you were doing somehow Floyd always managed to turn up.

Doing homework in the library? Floyd was there, either offering you solid help or getting you kicked out for being too noisy. Watching a Magift game? Floyd was right beside you commenting and insulting almost everyone, even when it meant he got scolded later by Azul for not selling items in the stands the way he was meant to. Hanging around in your dorm? Floyd was knocking on your door, and insisting on keeping you company. Hell, he’d even showed up in your classes from time to time, even though it got him yelled at by Crewel or Trein.

It probably should’ve been annoying, but somehow, you’d found it endearing instead. The way his whole face seemed to light up whenever he spotted you, the squeezing hugs that lifted you off your feet and were always almost too tight, and his joyful laughter at whatever caught his attention. You’d noticed it all.

Floyd had also proved more than once, that he truly was the genius his brother claimed, which was why he got bored so easily. Once he mastered something he never really wanted to do it ever again. He always had to be trying something new, which was why he enjoyed cooking so much as there were seemingly endless possibilities.

Knowing this about him you’d finally caved and said yes to a single date, thinking eventually it would lead him to feeling like he knew all he could know about you and you’d be left in peace again. However, you’d underestimated one rather significant part of Floyd’s personality, the one thing that kept him coming back again and again.

Floyd was incredibly possessive. Once he decided something was his, it was his for life, whether that be a pair of shoes, or the person he’d chosen to be his mate. From the moment you’d finally agreed to that first date he’d begun to think of you as his one and only, and had gone out of his way to ensure you felt the same way.

You’d thought he was stuck to you before, but after you started dating there were very few times he wasn’t somewhere close by. This had led to a few misunderstandings here and there until you’d convinced him that no one was going to try and steal you away, and that people needed time on their own sometimes, even when they were dating. Setting boundaries was important with him, but once they were set, while he may test them from time to time he never broke them or pushed too far.

Which meant that somehow, you’d found yourself with your ideal boyfriend, one who practically worshipped the ground you walked on and respected your boundaries. It therefore wasn’t all that surprising that you’d fallen head over heels for the eel mer, who was so persistent and respectful with his courtship.

The first time you’d told Floyd you loved him he’d stared at you with those mismatched eyes of his, face uncharacteristically serious as he’d told you he loved you too, and that he’d love you forever. By that time you’d been a year into your stay in Twisted Wonderland and had mostly resigned yourself to spending the rest of your life together.

You’d spent a blissful year together with him, taking turns sleeping over in your dorms, spending your time wrapped in his arms, making frequent trips to the ocean so he could show you everything about the world he’d grown up in. It had felt like paradise, but you should’ve known, all good things come to an end.

On the last day of your second year at Night Raven College you’d been called to Crowley’s office. You hadn’t thought too much about it, figuring he wanted to chat about how the year went, and how next year would go. It was unsurprising, after all you were technically a dorm leader even if it was just you and Grim in Ramshackle.

However, to your shock the flamboyant headmaster had informed you that he’d finally managed to secure a way home for you. It had been an enormous shock, so much so you’d basically ignored him blabbering on about how generous and clever he was. You should’ve paid more attention though, something to this day you were still kicking yourself over, because before you could tell him you needed time to think things over you’d been shoved forward, stumbling through a mirror and somehow back into your world.

You’d immediately whirled back around, trying to go back, but the portal had closed behind you, and you’d been left staring at a normal mirror. For the next few days you’d gone about your life in a daze, realizing that somehow, someway despite being gone for two whole years, no one seemed to have noticed your absence.

You still had your same job, and your same apartment, and none of your family or friends had so much as blinked when you’d called them out of the blue. Careful questioning led you to believe that either their memories had been altered to fit you back in, or some sort of doppelganger had been going through the motions for you. You refused to believe the third option, that it had just been a really long dream or some sort of delusion.

Luckily, you did have some proof it hadn’t been all in your head. At the beginning of your relationship Floyd hadn’t quite realized how careful he needed to be with his sharp teeth and your delicate human skin. You actually had a scar shaped like his teeth at the juncture where your neck met your shoulder.

At the time you hadn’t been too happy with it, and had been determined to use the scar reducer you’d begged off Vil. However, Floyd absolutely adored the mark, insisting it was his claim and the mer equivalent of an engagement ring. You’d just gotten yours sooner than he’d planned because he hadn’t accounted for your human fragility.

Faced with his rather aggressive sulk at the idea you might be trying to get rid of it, you ended up caving in and agreeing it could stay, something you were extremely grateful for. In that first week back it had been your lifeline and you’d run your fingers over it every time you needed the reminder that Twisted Wonderland had been real, that Floyd was real and that you needed to find a way to get back.

Exactly one week after your return you’d come home to several voices shouting in your home. At first, you’d been afraid someone had broken in, but then you’d recognized them. You’d practically tripped over yourself to get to the mirror, the one you’d moved away from its original position, too heartsick to look in it.

Spinning it around you’d come face to face with all your friends from Night Raven, and of course at the very front was Floyd, who’d practically shoved everyone out of the way when he caught sight of you. They’d explained that your boyfriend had quickly noticed your disappearance, and had been all set to recruit (i.e. bully) everyone in the school into searching for you when Crowley had told him you’d been sent back home to your world.

Your impulsive and protective boyfriend had almost gotten himself expelled as he’d lunged at Crowley. Luckily, level headed Jade and Azul had been present and kept him restrained, keeping him from doing anything stupid. Apparently, the oblivious headmaster had tried to convince them that going home was what you’d wanted, but Floyd was having none of it.

He’d insisted that you’d never leave, not without telling him first so he could go with you. He’d been absolutely certain you’d never leave him behind, and the rest of your friends were sure you’d at least never leave without saying goodbye.

In the end Azul had gathered all the people you’d helped at school and managed to convincethreaten Crowley into admitting you’d been sent home without actually asking what you wanted and get the headmaster to find a way to contact you again.

You’d been unable to help your tears as you explained everything to them, and how very much you wanted to go back. All of your friends had promised to help you, and swore they’d stay in touch and keep you updated. So far, they’d all kept their promise, none more dedicated than Floyd, who called on the mirror every day.

He didn’t always call at the best times of course, because time flowed a bit strangely between your world and his, which was why he was once again calling so late at night. Still, even if not being able to touch him made your heart ache you were still glad to see him. He was the whole reason you’d placed your mirror beside your bed in the first place.

“Floyd,” you murmured, studying his face, which was peering at you through the glass, face uncharacteristically solemn, the way it always seemed to be these days, “I miss you.”

You pressed your palm to the glass wishing more than anything that you could reach through it, to him. It was a gesture he echoed, his face twisted in frustration as his fingers touched the glass. You were just glad the mirror on his end was shatter proof, as he’d hit the thing in his frustration more than once. The growing desperation in his eyes every time he saw you never failed to make your heart ache.

“You have to come back soon koebi-chan,” he told you firmly, heterochromatic eyes locked with yours, peering at you as if trying to drink in and memorize every bit of your face, “There’s no one here for me to squeeze.”

“I’m sure Jade would let you squeeze him if you really needed to,” you teased lightly trying to brighten his mood, earning a grimace of distaste that made you smile a bit.

“Jade is Jade, and koebi-chan is koebi-chan,” Floyd told you, as if that explained everything, which to him it probably did, “It’s not the same.”

“I know,” you assured him, fingers aching to brush the dark strand of hair out of his face and cup his cheek in your palm, “I can hardly sleep at all these days without you here to hold me.”

Floyd’s face twisted in helpless rage and frustration, eyes suspiciously shiny as he told you, “I just want you back! You’re supposed to be mine! We’re supposed to be together forever!”

“I am yours,” you told him, tenderly, carefully pulling the collar of your shirt down so he could see the imprint of his teeth on your neck, “See? I have the mark and everything. And I want my forever with you too Floyd.”

If there was one thing this little trip back to your world had taught you, it was that you were more than prepared to give it all up to be with Floyd, to live in Twisted Wonderland forever. There was no doubt at all anymore, which was the only real thing to be thankful for.

His face crumpled and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the glass as if willing himself to fall through. You echoed the gesture, the cool glass warming under your skin almost enough to make you believe you were touching him again. Your lip wobbled at the thought, the shining tears on Floyd’s face enough to make your own spill over in quiet agony, helpless to wipe them away the way you so desperately wanted to.

“Has there been any progress? Has anyone said anything?” you asked desperately, trying to distract yourself from the deep-seated ache in your chest, the hollow feeling that told you without a doubt you’d left your heart behind in Twisted Wonderland.

“Azul thinks it’s soon,” he warbled out miserably, “He’s working with umiushi-chan and hotaruika-chan on something. Ishidai-sensei said it will probably work, they just need to spend a little longer on it.”

“Malleus and Idia huh?” you asked, managing to smile through your tears, “If it’s them and Azul together with Crewel-sensei then I’m sure I’ll be back soon.”

“When you come back, you aren’t ever allowed to leave ever again okay koebi-chan?” Floyd asked, voice tinged with desperation, “Promise you won’t leave me again!”

“I promise,” you swore meaning every word, your fingers clawing helplessly at the stiff, immovable glass, “I promise I won’t ever leave you. I’m going to stay by your side forever.”

Floyd let out a quiet sob at that, a helpless animal noise escaping from his throat, a whining, clicking trill that told you how very distraught he was, the sound making your heart shatter in your chest.

Tears spilled helplessly down your cheeks as you listened to him cry and swore to yourself, once you got back you’d ensure he never had cause to make that heartbreaking sound ever, ever again.

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hq: best friends to lovers

with: bokuto x you, sakusa x you 

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort 

notes: nothing

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— bokuto kotaro.

the thought was suffocating when you realized your feelings for bokuto. you had been best friends since high school, and even though you were not as energetic as he was, your relationship flowed very naturally. you were afraid to ruin this, so in the first moment you kept your feelings to yourself and pretended it didn’t hurt when he told you about his feelings for a certain person. it was weeks of crying in the shelter of your room, imagining scenarios where you could be genuinely happy and not in love with your best friend. one night, when you figured it would be just another moment feeling miserable and lonely, someone knocked on your front door and your heart froze when you found bokuto standing there, looking as tense as you had ever seen him, wearing his best clothes and holding what looked like a box of chocolate, your favorite. “i know it’s kind of late, but, would you like to go on a date with me?”

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Kamisato Ayato coming in 2.6!

I loved that househusband AU soooooo much! Made me wish it was reality 😭. But no, tis not my reality.

You said you were open to ideas for this AU? Well what if you did an edition with remote working? S/o now is at home and the guys get so see what s/o does throughout the day (see’s s/o as a BOSS)

Oooh what about someone bashing the couple for their “untraditional” lifestyle?

you dare overstep your mortal authority ?!

sypnosis: how they’re like when someone attempts to bash the two of you because of your lifestyle. ( i dont condone to bashing and any forms of harassment. )

characters: zhongli, diluc, itto, xiao, kaeya, thoma, childe, and scaramouche

content: mafia!au, mentions of harassment (bashing), mild swearing, violence, threats, hint of torture, insults

post-script: don’t we all wish it was a reality 😔💔 how does it feel to live our dreams y/n 🎤🎤🎤🎤 on the other hand, im planning on making a separate post about the remote working s/o (bcuz theres sm to say about this) sooo stay tuned for that 😈 for now tho, lemme share the goody details on the last part hehe

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INTIMIDATES BASHERS - zhongli, diluc, itto, and xiao

ZHONGLI’s rolled up sleeves that shows his battle scars are enough for people who attempt to bash the two of you to not do anything at all, giving the ex-yakuza all the more reasons to be proud of his scars and not be ashamed to show them. though, you gotta admit, you’re surprised that it intimidated people despite the apron he always wears.

when you do encounter a basher that actually has the nerve to bash, zhongli first lets his scars intimidate the person and try to reason with them, keeping you beside him protectively in hopes of the basher not trying to harm you.

if the basher is stubborn and tries to harm the both of you regardless of your lover’s attempts, this is when rex lapis comes out in the light instead of zhongli.

you could only watch as your husband grips the basher’s shoulder in a tight manner, his eyes narrowing as the atmosphere grew tense.

“how would you feel about living in prison for a while?”

DILUC’s aloof attitude alongside his muscular form often intimidated people around him and he definitely isn’t complaining — especially since it backs off those who could attempt to hurt you because of your lifestyle with him, so the chance of getting bashed was only a 1% possibility.

however, the possibility is never a zero.

your harasser didn’t even know that your husband is the intimidating bartender that cleans glasses 24/7 because he only overheard you gushing to your friend about your lovely househusband in the bar where he drinks, so things didn’t go well with the person when your husband caught him sputtering insults and nearly punched you when you insulted him back.

customers and your friend could only watch as some asshole who didn’t know anything better get scared by diluc’s haunting glare and cowardly backed off when the red-haired man calmly ordered him to get out, causing your harasser muttering out insincere comments before taking his leave.

despite the situation being dealt with, we all know diluc would feel guilty if you ever get hurt because of him being a househusband :((

nevertheless though, his guilt that sometimes creeps in him disappears when he sees you giving such a blessing smile, telling him how you’re grateful to have a wonderful househusband like him and how you love him so much despite his past :))

ITTO honestly didn’t intend to intimidate people with his stature and muscular scar-covered body and he’s incredibly oblivious from that fact. however, you are really thankful that his intimidated appearance is enough to make bashers back off - especially since your neighbors warned you and itto about bashers that lurks around the small town.

if there was someone who somehow had the metal balls to bash you not knowing that your househusband is a literal beefy muscular man who can probably crush someone’s head with his bare hands who’s standing nearby, he’ll immediately tackle him down and make you call the police for an attempted harassment.

although your husband isn’t as… violent as most househusbands in this post, he’s the only one who does the most rational thing and call the cops, simply because he’s a literally nice guy that just follows the law now.

XIAO’s eyes are something that catches people’s attention, only for them to immediately feel scared of him because of his rest-bitch face. if looks could kill, xiao would’ve already killed millions, that’s what people will think to themselves whenever they walk pass the ex yakuza.

unfortunately, this doesn’t go the same for certain people because of xiao’s height, especially that one basher that spat out insults after insults because of your lifestyle with xiao — that is, until your husband takes one good look at the basher with a scary glare with intent to kill — and that was enough for the person to shut his mouth up and stare in fear.

you gotta admit, it was pretty hot. but scary as well. but mostly hot.

THREATENS BASHERS - kaeya and thoma

KAEYA will instantly take a hold on the person from going after you, staring at them with a cold gaze that replaced the loving look he gives to you and only you.

he may have promised that he wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore to you, but it doesn’t mean he promised that he’ll not do it verbally. all it took was for your husband to lean in on your assaulter’s ear and whisper a few words that made him shiver in fear and try to get away from kaeya.

when you asked kaeya what he said to the basher, his expression instantly comes back into a loving one, cupping your cheek with his one hand as he tells you it’s nothing for you to worry about.

THOMA will immediately put himself between you and your basher before stopping them from their attempted harassment. it was definitely strange to see your husband taking the situation so light heartedly as he treats your harasser like they’re old friends — but then the blonde haired man whispers something that made the basher look at him in confusion, giving you and thoma a chance to walk away from the incident with no injuries and worries.

so imagine your surprise when you saw your basher standing at your front door the day after the incident, muttering so much apologies as he kneels on the ground and begs for forgiveness to you. just what did thoma do to scare this poor guy?!

FIGHTS BASHERS BACK - childe, scaramouche

CHILDE will not take the basher slightly — especially if they were aiming to attack you first under his watch. seriously, were they asking for a death wish when they tried to hurt an ex-yakuza’s spouse right in front of him? childe amuses to himself, watching as the basher cowardly steps away when he sees childe bringing out a gun.

oh, you don’t have to worry about witnessing the poor bastard’s death by your husband - the gun is simply a prop that can scare off people like your assaulter, so no need to try and stop him, just watch the show and see if the man learned his lesson <<3 you wanted to ask why on earth your husband has a gun prop, but you honestly don’t wanna find out.

what’s not a prop are the two blades that childe brings out when he stands in front of the basher’s home, smiling menacingly as he goes closer and closer to the front door.

despite failing in being intimidating to others outdoors and not in his old organization anymore, SCARAMOUCHE makes it up through his violent verbal assault. he’s probably the only househusband that made you encounter a few bashers who aren’t scared of scaramouche’s appearance.

however, your lover is one of the only househusbands who won’t hesitate to go violent (verbally and physically) against someone who’d have the audacity to assault you. it didn’t matter if the incident occur in public, his major priority is you and your safety, so he’d be damned if he’d let this bastard’s disgusting behavior slide just because he has an audience.

so when a certain basher took things way too far, it simply end up with the basher feeling like an embarrassment to this world and a traumatized memory of scaramouche’s colorful words.

tsukishima kei proposing to you after a long distance relationship

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader

genre: fluff, romantic

words: 1.3k

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Tsukishima Kei had smiles for every person and occasion. The sarcastic one, for when he's messing with his friends or talking back some provokation, the polite one, mostly used when he’s talking to adults, the subtle one, for when he’s near the people he loves but tries to contain his expression of affection as much as he can (but you can still see how the corners of his mouth lift slightly), the one for his parents and the one almost imperceptible, for when he’s on the volleyball court. But there was one more: Tsukishima Kei’s true smile.

For a long time you had no idea it existed, but after you saw it, you promised yourself to make him smile everyday.

“The plane is arriving in ten minutes!” You send the message and lock your phone, looking out of the window to see the brightful daylight turning shades of purple and blue.

“I’m here. Remember to pick up ALL your bags, we don’t want you to lose your wardrobe. Again.” You roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend’s response.

Happiness fills your chest at the thought of being reunited with him again. Spending four years overseas was hard. You were alone in a country you didn’t know, studying in a foreing language, living with people of different cultures and habits, away from your family, friends, and beloved partner. But as difficult as it was, you would do it all again.

Thankfully with the help of the internet, you and Tsukki managed to overcome the long distance relationship. Sometimes the time difference got in the way, but waking up to an audio of the blond wishing you a good day and encouraging you to keep going was a big boost to start the day in a good mood. You had scheduled facetime calls every week, that you two were very committed to, no matter what you knew the other would be on the other side to pick up the call. At times the distance was painful, not having the comforting touch, smell, presence of each other, but you had to remind yourselves that soon enough you would be back into one another’s arms.

Like your boyfriend reminded you, you make sure to grab all your luggage. Excitement flows throughout your body as you walk out of the gate where people are waiting for their loved ones. You look through the crowd a little until golden brown eyes meet yours.

“Kei!”

You run to him, letting a few bags behind, and jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. He holds you tight and spins you around a few times, burying his face on your neck to finally feel that sweet perfume of yours.

You cup his face with both hands and kiss him deeply. He kisses you back immediately, both smiling though the kiss.

“I missed you so much.” He says, pressing his forehead on yours.

“I missed you more.”

“Impossible.”

You get off of him and he helps you get the forgotten bags on the airport floor. He takes the time you’re distracted with your things to admire you and how much you changed during your time apart. The phone camera just couldn’t capture how prettier you got during these past years, and gladfully, now he can take in your beauty as my=uch as he wants to.

“Did you get shorter?” He asks with a smirk, patting your head as if to measure your height.

You squirt your eyes and pout, earning a laugh from him. He can see the tiredness in your eyes, a result of the long flight and poor nap sessions during it.

“Wanna go home and cuddle?” Your eyes light up and you intertwine his fingers with yours.

“Yes!”

Both of you make your way to his apartment, sharing kisses, hugs and caresses every now and then. After taking a shower, you waste no time plopping yourself on Tsukishima’s chest and stumble into a deep sleep, being warmed up by his arms around you.

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You wake up a couple hours later to a cold bed. Still rubbing your eyes, you sit up and search for the blond in the room. You lazily get up and walk to the hall to find the whole apartment with the lights off, the only illumination source is a yellowish glow coming from where you suppose is the kitchen.

“Kei?” You call out.

“I’m here, precious.”

When you enter the kitchen you see the table set with delicious looking food and candles lit up in the middle. Your eyes widen and a surprised smile pasts your lips.

“Kei, this is beautiful...” You say, approaching him. He pulls you closer by the waist and delivers a kiss to your forehead.

“I thought we should celebrate your return.”

With his free hand he pulls the chair for you to sit and you do so willingly. Tsukishima sits in front of you and asks about how it was to study abroad, he already knew of course, since you two talk constantly, still, he would never get tired of the things you say - no matter how many times you do -. He asked about your course and felt his chest flutter as your eyes shined when you said your favorite things about it or funny stories of you and your friends.

He had missed this so much. Just listening carefully to every word that falls out of your mouth, enjoying your sweet presence, he could do it all day, he wants to do it all day.

“… and then we had to run out of there- baby, are you okay? Is there a problem.” Kei comes out of his trance, he didn’t even noticed how he was staring at you

“I’m great.” He says, taking a bite of his food. You raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Now, tell me.”

“What?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing much.”

“You were so focused on it, c’mon, tell me.”

“It’s just- I missed you a lot. And being away from you was killing me, I missed you all the time, I missed your laugh, your voice, your messy hair when you wake up, your clinginess. I just couldn’t be away from you anymore, I don’t want to be away from you ever again.” He sighs and gets up, then crunches down beside you and takes your hands in his. “I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

“I love you more, Kei.” You lean down to kiss him. It’s not every time that your boyfriend is sweet like this, at least not with words, he usually shows his love through actions, so you make sure to enjoy the fullest moments like this.

Tsukishima reaches for his pocket during the kiss, grabbing a small velvet box he has been keeping for a while now. He breaks the kiss, locking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, and shaking slightly as he opens the box.

“L/n Y/n, will you stay with me forever?”

You look down to see a beautiful ring. It’s not flashy, with big diamonds or anything like that, it’s way better, a simple, elegant silver ring with a delicate stone on top.

“Kei…” You bring both hands to your mouth. Tears start to flow down your cheeks and you start to not continuously. “Yes! Of course yes!”

And there it was. Tsukishima Kei’s true smile. A beautiful smile that made the blush from your cheeks rin down your whole body, a warm, bright smile that you’re sure could light up the whole town.

He takes the ring out and puts it on your finger, then kisses your knuckles gently.

“I love you so much.” He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your neck, where you can feel him still smiling against your skin..

“I love you too.”

From then on, you started to see that smile more often. But you were wrong in one thing, not only that was Tsukishima Kei’s true smile, that was his smile for you.

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it’s quiet in the car, and suna drives tensely, side eyeing you as you sit with your arms crossed. it’s evident you don’t want to be in the car with him, but even like this, he’s glad he gets to spend a little extra time with you alone.

“so…” he starts, and immediately, you cut him off, shutting him down firmly.

“no.”

suna purses his lips and sighs, eyes on the road as he continues to drive to your home, and you sit there fuming. you’ve been tricked. fooled. taken advantage of by your own friend as she goes home with some guy she meets. if she can’t drive you home from the party, it just has to be suna, and you wonder why the world is punishing you so cruelly this way.

“you know, i’m a pretty cool guy,” suna insists, turning to you with a raised brow when the car stops at a red light. “you should consider being a little nicer—”

“you’re lame and annoying,” you counter, and he scowls, scoffing that you have it in you to be so bold with him in his car as he drives you home.

“am not,” he bickers back. and the light is green now, but neither of you notice as you stare each other down.

you hate suna rintaro. you hate him so fiercely, you don’t think you’ll ever feel this passionately about anything else in your life. suna annoys you in every way possible. he acts like he doesn’t care, he slacks off in everything he does, he always rolls his eyes like he knows better, and he even stands around like he owns the place. and you hate him.

you also hate that he stood you up on a date he asked you on himself, but that’s besides the point.

“are too,” you huff childishly.

“look, if this is about that date a few months ago, i told you i mixed up the dates and—”

“it’s about how little you care about things,” you interrupt, and there’s a slight quiver in your voice as you speak. it makes suna’s heart drop, and he feels his stomach twist painfully.

suna rintaro has been in love with you since grade school. he thinks it’s a miracle you ever said yes to him in the first place, and if there’s one thing in his life, one thing at all that he’d do differently, it’s not mixing up the day of your date. he thinks maybe by now you could’ve been a happy little couple with stupidly annoying instagram pictures and obnoxiously ridiculous voicemails and whatever else couples do together. but suna always messes things up, and he wishes he wasn’t always doing things wrong no matter how hard he tries.

his face drops, and he reaches out, opening his mouth to speak.

“look—”

and before he can continue, there’s a loud honking sound behind you that makes you both flinch, someone beeping their horn for him to go on the green light he’s been sitting on for the last two minutes.

suna curses under his breath, pressing the gas pedal and driving off, frowning when you angle your body away from him to face the window.

“you will never change,” you mutter, “i realized that a long time ago.” and it’s cruel really, you’ve spent all this time convincing yourself you’re over suna, but all that’s led you to is falling for him even deeper—and maybe that makes the hatred fester up even more.

“hey, that’s not fair,” he grumbles. “i’m a responsible adult, it was one slip up.”

“did you make your bed this morning?”

“okay, that’s not relevant to adulthood—”

“is your sink empty of dirty dishes?”

“i didn’t get a chance yet to wash—”

“when was the last time you checked your mailbox?”

“who even reads mail these days—”

“face it suna,” you scoff. “you’re hopeless.” and suddenly, the car pulls over, and you turn to him with furrowed brows as he parks the car and faces you, determination settling in his eyes as he throws a glare at your direction.

“well, why are you still so upset over a missed date if you’re not obsessed with me?” he challenges, making you stare at him in disbelief as your mouth hangs open. and now you’re furious—how dare he insinuate something so ridiculous (even though it’s technically kind of true), and how dare he belittle your feelings (even though he technically didn’t, but his tone certainly seemed like it).

“what?” you hiss, and he crosses his arms, raising a brow.

“you heard me,” he snaps back, and you should honestly strangle him—and in all realness, if you killed him right here in the middle of the street and left, no one would know it was you, but he smirks, and you lose your sanity just a little more at his hand. “you’re so obsessed with me,” he grins.

“no i am not,” you flare your nostrils, and he snickers, poking your cheek with a cocky smile on his face. you hate how attractive it is.

“i’m obsessed with you too,” he shrugs, as though it’s completely normal. “i’m not quitting until you finally agree on a redo of our date,” he adds, and you scoff.

“no.”

“too bad. not moving this car until you do,” he shrugs.

“suna rintaro,” you say firmly, and he has the audacity to recline his seat back and throw his arms behind his head as he lays down.

“that’s my name,” he says casually.

and this is precisely why you can’t stand him. he never takes anything seriously, and he never puts in an effort to try, and he never cares. you don’t think he ever will.

“i want to go home—”

“you could,” he starts, “if you agree on a redo date.”

“no,” you huff.

“now you’re just being stubborn,” he scoffs, pouting lightly. you resist the urge to poke his bottom lip with your finger. “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“you stand me up again,” you deadpan, and suna rolls his eyes.

“i’m sorry, okay? it really was an accident, and i didn’t mean it. i really did get the dates confused,” he argues, and there’s a small part of you that tells yourself maybe you’re overreacting. people make mistakes, and you’re certainly not perfect, but this is suna rintaro.

he’s got his little set of fans, he’s got his promising career, and he’s got no reason to be interested in you. you shouldn’t think this way, but maybe he forgot because you really are just that forgettable.

“you wouldn’t have forgotten if you actually cared,” you pout, and he clicks his teeth, reaching over and grabbing your face, pulling your closer. you can feel his breath fan over your lips as he speaks, smelling the minty scent of his gum.

“if i didn’t care, why would i be pining over someone as stubborn as you,” he grunts. “you are really something else,” he mutters, and you give him a dirty look, features scrunching into an offended expression.

“this is not my fault—”

“well, if you’d just listened for a moment—”

“i don’t owe you to listen—”

“you are so difficult—”

“don’t talk to me—” and you’re cut off by a kiss, and you’d be stunned by the nerve of the man sitting before you if you weren’t so distracted by the heat of his lips and the way his thumb makes your skin light up as he rubs your cheek softly. you should pull away, but you only mold your lips against his and lean in closer, deepening the kiss like your life depends on it.

“knew you were obsessed with me,” he snickers as you both pull away, pouting when you shove at his shoulder harshly.

“you can’t just kiss people out of nowhere, asshole,” you hiss, lips slightly swollen and cheeks feeling hot as you look away. he smirks, pinching your cheek, and you smack his hand away.

“well, we’re both here right now,” he shrugs, “and we already kissed, so we might as well redo the date now.” you try to ignore the way your heart leaps in your chest at the idea.

“fine,” you cave. “but if it sucks, you gotta quit bothering me,” you warn, and a large, giddy little grin spreads across his face, and you almost wish he’d kiss you again as you drink in the sight.

“oh, trust me,” he winks, “it definitely won’t suck.”