[ Sakusa Kiyoomi ]

request: y/n and suna come back from an event that went on too long and she’s too tired to do her skincare and change so he does it for her? i love seeing the pinterest couple pics where the girl is sitting on the counter and he’s brushing her teeth and washing her face for her 💗💗 ty so much for your consideration 🥰

suna rintaro • love sick

“wait just a second, princess.” suna instructed you, his right hand opening his car door as he spoke.

you halted your movements, pausing the action of unbuckling your seatbelt out of obedience for him. you already assumed what he was going to do, it was a unwritten rule of his every time the two of you went out.

your hands tuckered back into your lap as you watched him exit the car, catching him sending a wink your way as he shut the driver door, leaving you alone in the warm interior as he jogged around the front of the car, nearly slipping on ice ungracefully.

you let out a worried yelp at the slip of his foot, but was soon relieved when he grinned at you as a way of reassurance.

“jesus.” you mumbled to yourself, nearly having a heart attack just then.

rintaro walked it off like nothing had happened, smoothly recomposing himself for your view only. if it wasn’t for the freezing temperatures, you would have been able to notice the bright blush on his cheeks from embarrassment. but he played himself off well, as usual.

when he got to your side of the car, he hesitated slightly before opening the door. it would be cold out here for you, and you were exhausted, nearly spent already from socializing all night with friends. the sudden, harsh winter air would make you displeased and shivering for a few fleeting moments before entering the house, and suna just couldn’t have that.

he couldn’t have his precious princess be cold for any more than a millisecond or else he’s be very disappointed within himself.

deciding what his solution would be, he help up one finger at you through the window, signaling for you to be patient for one moment and he’d explain the change of plans later.

“what?” you questioned him, but he could only read your lips through the thick glass.

“one minute, baby. i’m going to go do something really quickly, hold on.” he halfheartedly explained.

you understood what you needed to in order to ask no more questions— both exhausted and lack of communication being a result.

your eyes followed him as he walked to the front door of your shared home, unlocking it and entering the house before shutting the door behind him after blowing you a gentle kiss for good measure, a way of telling you that everything is okay and he’ll be back shortly.

you sat back in the seat tiredly, the heated interior keeping you in a nice warm hug while you waited for him.

after only a few fleeting moments, you had forgotten about rintaro and found yourself falling into a soft slumber.

“c’mon, sweet girl, let’s get you inside.”

you awoke slightly when strong arms wrapped around your body, closely holding you tightly to his chest to secure and comfort you as he lifted you carefully out of the car, nudging the door closed with his knee once your were fully outside and safe in his arms.

“rinnie?” you sleepily mumbled, your eyes still closed gently as you called out to him.

he glanced down at you as he began to walk up the driveway, a small smile on his face at your sleepy state.

“yes, princess?”

“are we in bed, yet?”

he chuckled, causing his chest to rumble and you to whine at the vibrations against your body.

“not yet, special one. i’m carrying you inside— you fell asleep in the car.” he answered as he walked into the warm house, you wrapped in blanket in tow.

you stirred slightly at the change of lighting, the dark night sky in contrast to the warm yellow light the living room lamp provided becoming noticeable to you.

your eye were still shut, too tired to open them and welcome light in as you stayed bundled in your boyfriend’s arms.

“gonna have to set you on the couch, okay, pretty girl? i have to take our shoes off.” suna explained, his voice soft as he spoke at you, his eyes taking in your resting face.

you tiredly mumbled a barely coherent ‘yes’ in response, your cute cozy voice causing rintaro’s heart to swell and his stomach to warm up in pure happiness.

how he got to lucky with you was beyond him, but he wouldn’t trade you for the world. every little quirk of your’s had him tripping over his two feet in adoration, much to your disbelief. he didn’t care if you believed him though, because he could feel it in his bones the each centimeter of you was beautiful— especially now as you drool sleepyly in his arms.

he walked a few feet in front him, stopping to crouch down and ever so gently set you down on the velvet couch he had bought a few months prior as a anniversary present. your previous couch had been stained by your newly potty trained puppy and you were heartbroken over it, but as always, suna knew just what to do to cheer his princess up once more.

the feeling of a soft cushion cradling your head had you nuzzling into the feeling, rubbing your flushed cheek against a throw pillow that suna placed there for under your head before lying you down.

a few moments passed before you were scooped up carefully again, your favorite blanket wrapped cozyly around you, granting you infinite warmth.

“alright, princess. now it’s time for bed.” he sighed, relieved.

you were too tired to understand much, only the nickname kissing your ears like a song. but, you trusted that rintaro would do whatever was in your best interest no matter how sleepy you were.

he made his way to the bedroom, continuing to carry you effortlessly throughout the house as you slept peacefully in his arms. he often glanced down at you, finding a small proud smile on his face as he did so.

you were everything to him, nothing else mattered when he was around you. his only focus in those moments were taking the best care of you that he could and making sure you were safe and happy. all of which you seemed to be in this moment.

rintaro watched you thrive tonight as you spoke to all of your friends at the holiday party, and he couldn’t have been seen happier in the corner. his face held a grin all night, a proud smile he wore for everyone to see as they passed him by. the other guests probably assumed that he was one of two things: either high or just had the best sex of his life— but he wasn’t even close to their unclean thoughts. suna rintaro was lovesick, so lovesick that you surrounded his whole night— even on the rare occasion that you were out of his protective sight. you occupied his thoughts every minute, the way you spoke to everyone with such kindness and consideration, the way you let some of them cut you off mid sentence but were careful to bite back if someone off hand was said, the way you gave him sweet reassuring glances every two minutes to make sure he was having a good time and welcome to join your conversation whenever, the way you blew him kisses when you passed by him to go into another room— everything about the way you glew at that engagement party had suna feeling like a hopeless romantic.

as he neared the bedroom, only being two steps away from it, you stirred slightly causing him to gently stop momentarily to check on you. this allowed him to also use this as an opportunity to admire your unconscious state.

‘a true sleeping beauty’ he thought to himself.

your eyes were relaxed, an eyelid delicately draped over them like a blanket.

your mouth was open slightly, leaking drool that pooled in the corner of your mouth. the same mouth the suna kissed every morning and night, and dreamed of stealing more when he couldn’t.

but, as he stared down at you, he noticed how dolled up you still were. you still had your makeup on, a tad but smudged but there and your hair was neater than usual.

“fuck.” he whispered under his breath in realization.

the bathroom wasn’t too far from where he was now, just a few feet behind him, but he didn’t want to move too much in fear of waking the sleeping princess. but, he could manage.

carefully, he turned around as smoothly he could without swinging you around in his arms, his sockclad feet skillfully shifting with little to no motion beyond his torso. glancing down at you, suna nearly sighed in relief to find you still sound asleep.

he confidently but carefully took a few steps before making his way to the bathroom.

“rinnie?” you mumbled dreamily.

his heart almost stopped, had not been gently enough?

“yes, princess?”

you opened your eyes, blinking up at him sleepily.

“i still have my dress on and it’s uncomfy.” you whined softly.

he smiled at your cuteness but sympathized with your uncomfortable feeling.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m going to take you into here and get you all cleaned up and ready for bed, okay?”

you pouted but nodded slowly, dreading having to wake soon to get unready.

———

after a few minutes of unexplained moment, you finally opened your eyes to find suna looking down at you as he cradled you in his arms. you quickly recognized that he was standing in your shared bathroom, the familiar dim light of the mirror giving it away.

“hey, beautiful. i have to wash your pretty face off, okay? you have makeup on.” he softly explained when confusion flashed your face.

“oh.”

he smiled and nodded in agreement before leaning over and eventually attempting to sit you up on the counter. little to no words were exchanged between you two as you repositioned, the action being understood by you quickly.

he reached behind your right side, sliding your cleanser forward before giving your nose a soft kiss.

“wait,” you interjected. “i need the makeup remover first before the cleanser…” you corrected.

he nodded understandingly, murmuring a quick ‘thank you, baby’ in return before correcting his almost mistake by placing the larger bottle of micellar water from near the light switch, next to the cleanser.

“this stuff?”

you hummed in agreement, a sleepy haze coating your eyes as he glanced back at you, taking note of how beat you looked. he’ll be sure to get you all nice and tucked in when the two of you finally lay down for the night, the best princess burrito he could muster.

rintaro leaned over closer to you, his strong scent filling the empty air between the two of you causing you to wake slightly but not enough to pull you out of your dozed off state. you’re eyes were open but you had zoned out within the few silent moments, brain foggy and peaceful. his catlike eyes narrowed at you, enjoying the beautiful sight of you so serene. it was like you were an enchantress, your beauty lit up his whole soul, opening him up with light and covering all of his shadowy spots with your glow.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” he mumbled. “all mine too.”

your lashes fluttered shut, a carelessly swift motion that sent suna’s heart on fire.

“tired.” you groggily mumbled.

“i know, sweet girl. let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

he briefly caressed your hair lovingly before turning the faucet on and squirting a pump of face wash into his open hand.

“one or two pumps?”

you hummed out your answer, a low effort attempt to answer him.

“what was that, princess? gonna have to speak up for me.”

“t-two.”

he obliged, dispensing another glop and lathering it to foam under the running water.

“now, you’re gonna have to wake up a little more, okay? i’m sorry, babygirl, i know you’re tired.” suna gently sympathized, his large callused hands wet with foamy makeup remover.

you let a light whine pass your lips, frustration and exhaustion bubbling in your chest cavity and threatening to flood the bathroom, taking your beautiful boyfriend with it. but, you obliged; opening your bloodshot eyes and being greeted with the domestic sight.

he stood in front of you now, only about two inches of space left between you. his hands were facing up, arms slightly extended to keep the soap from getting on him or dripping everywhere. rintaro’s eyes watched you intently, awaiting your ‘okay’ to wet your face and wash away the day.

but the only thing you could focus on was the scent that filled the air; suna’s scent. the delightful musk of his cologne mixed with fresh linens and a warm scented candle you lit earlier that day embraced your lungs as you breathed in, causing your heart to warm up and a small content smile to graze your lips.

“what’s that pretty smile for?” rintaro asked, his expression mirroring your own.

“just love you so much. feel like home…”

“i feel like home? or this house feels like home?”

you paused, inhaling the comforting aroma once more. this time his icy cologne overpowered the other smells, giving you a nostalgic feeling and a fond memory of yours clouded your vision.

it was late last june, the third summer you had spent with suna wrapped around your finger and this particular night just proved how true that started was. you were sat on this very counter top, your nightgown stained with the green clay mask that suna sloppily applied on your face. your arms were outstretched in front of you, your fingers gently tracing his face and leaving a thick layer of clay trailing behind them with ever inch of skin you graze. his strong hands rested firmly on your hips, thumbs rubbing the clothed skin lovingly.

“is it supposed to sting? because right now it’s stinging.” rintaro asked, his voice filling the silent bathroom.

you chuckled at his childishness, his pain tolerance low.

“yes, just slightly though— nothing harsh. it means it’s working, as long as it isn’t too bad. is it?” you replied.

he shrugged gently, his hands still firmly placed on your generously loved hips. oh, how much he loved your hips.

“nothing major or irritating. just… different.”

you paused the motions of your hands, focusing your attention on the tranquil expression that graced his face. as if he wasn’t already stunning…

his eyes were rested, gently shut and relaxed as you applied the face mask to his already clear face. whispering promises of relaxation and baby soft skin. he trusted you, allowing you to put whatever you desired on him without question.

“you look so pretty, rinnie.”

he chuckled, slightly flattered but used to your compliments by now.

“i bet you look even prettier, princess. my pretty princess.”

your eyes nearly rolled back in ecstasy at the last statement, your tummy infested with butterflies that had just got a sudden burst of energy. 

“my pretty princess.” you tiredly mumbled, the memory of that beloved night leaking into reality accidentally.

he furrowed his brows at you, confused to say the least but sure you had a good reason behind it… at least he hoped.

“what, dollface?”

“you called me your pretty princess the night we did face masks for the first time. don’t you remember?” you explained, hopeful that the memory was dear to him as well.

you and suna were both very madly in love; truly, deeply in love. so in love that both of your friends were so sick of hearing how much you meant to one another, hearing brag upon brag about how amazing the other was. but the worst wasn’t even in conversation— no, it was the way he spoke to you.

you meant the entire world to him, and he was absolutely sure that there was nothing that trumped you in anything; beauty, intelligence, kindness, affection— all of the traits that rintaro was sure you were the best at. his most fond memories of you were selected carefully, hand picked by himself going off of a system he called love.

anytime he felt like his heart was going burst, or when his palms would pool with sweat out of nerves, or whenever you both did something for the first time together— he would hold those special moments as close to his heart as he manage.

so yes, he did in fact remember the particular night you are reminiscing.

“mhm.” he hummed back. “f’ course i remember, sweetie.”

you smiled tiredly, your eyes hardly open but still trying.

“you called me your pretty princess.” you repeated.

suna’s cheeks tinted pink at the way your voice sounded, as if you were dreaming and he was everything you could ever wanted.

and he was.

“i always call you that.” he deadpanned.

why was that particular name sticking to you? it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for those exact words to slip out of his mouth when addressing you, so why were you so hung up on it now?

“yeah- but this was different. you said it like you meant it-“

“i always mean it. always.” his voice was authoritative, as if he was ordering you gently to correct your thoughts.

like a king, ordering his insecure queen to trust his love, demanding that she change her course of thought before he beheads her.

or at least that’s what your groggy mind concocted.

“but this was the first. the first time that i felt you meant it. i could feel the love and security behind your words, even if there were only three of them.”

rintaro was silent, his rough hands foamy and awaiting your approval to wash away the exhausting party. but, he couldn’t think of that right now. all that filled his lovesick brain was how beautifully romantic your soul was, and how it took everything he ever said to heart.

a few fleeting moments passed as he continued to think, a calm silence building in the air before a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“fuck, i just love you so much. you’re so damn fucking sweet, y’know that? my princess is so goddamn sweet and lovely. i just love you. so so much, baby. don’t ever change, please.” suna rambled, a large smile on his face as he spoke.

he placed a kiss to you lips, quick but enchanting before he finally quirked a brow at you, suggesting that he was ready to get this over with. you nodded, consenting him to clean your makeup off at last.

“wet my face a bit first. it’ll come off easier.” you mumbled.

he hissed out a ‘shit’ before rapidly looking around for a washcloth to wet and gently rub on your face to dampen it as you suggested.

you quickly caught on and told him to just rinse off his hands and pat the wetness onto your face before his hands dried.

“are you sure?”

“yes. it’s not like you’re dirty or anything. i suck on your fingers all the time, i’m sure i won’t get any dirtier from this than that.”

he smirked at the mention of his slender fingers in your mouth, suddenly craving the sight and feeling of it. but, he had enough courtesy to wait until before you drifted off in bed soon.

the action wasn’t sexual when you did it, neither of you saw it that way. it was more of a comfort thing for you, and suna sure did enjoy watching you so content just from suckling on his fingers. his.

with a small sigh of self-dissatisfaction, rintaro reached his hand into the sink and nudged the faucet on with his large ring finger.

“suna?”

he ran his hands under the water as he let out a quite hum.

“would it be okay if you could undress me too?”

“of course, princess. i was going to anyway.”

“really? it wouldn’t be weird?”

he furrowed his brows once more.

“why would it, doll? i’ve seen all of you many times, and i adore it. sexually or not.”

your heart swelled.

“what would i do without you?”

he chuckled as his hands turned clean and wet, taking them out of the running sink to wet your face with them.

“nah, sweetheart. the real question is; what would i do without you? my life would be so meaningless without a pretty princess to take care of. who’s door would i open? who’s food would i cut up? who’s pretty feet would i kiss and rub on?” rintaro questioned, taking a pause to place his warm wet hands on your face.

you sighed at the warmth, the water being the perfect temperature for relaxation. plus, his slender hands felt so comforting on your tired face, allowing your eyes to close at the feeling of your cheeks being caressed by your love.

“i love you so much, rinnie.” you mumbled. “thank you for taking such good care of me all of the time. i-i can’t imagine my life without you.”

he huffed out a adoring laugh, leaning down and giving your nose a gentle kiss.

“the pleasure is all mine, sweet girl.”

𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ sorted by character & genre

page contents: series | multiple character drabbles | fics & shorts | events

all characters portrayed are over 21 + manga spoilers if you haven’t read it

all fics posted under: #i made something! — sol ⋆·˚ ༘ *

series !

if i could give you up w suna rintarō

magic au w suna (+ inarizaki) [on hold]

multiple character drabbles ! emojis are linked <3

fluff

「✨」 cutting your husband’s hair ✿ (f, c) atsumu, kuroo, sakusa

「🍥」 he overhears you complimenting another guy ✿ (f, c) lots of em

「🐥」 can’t seem to look your crush in the eye ✿ osamu, suna

「💗」 clinging onto him and not letting go ✿ atsumu, ushijima, osamu, kuroo, sakusa

「🍡」 eating popsicles w the boys ✿ atsumu, osamu, sakusa, bokuto

angst to fluff

「🥀」 using your insecurity against you ✿ suna, oikawa, bokuto

comfort

「💫」 he comforts you as you cry to sleep ✿ akaashi, bokuto, osamu, suna, ushijima

fics and shorts !

INARIZAKI

miya atsumu

above the clouds ✿ fluff // you try to guess who the familiar handsome stranger you’re seated next to on the plane is

spicy ramen ✿ crack? fluff? // he attempts the spicy ramen challenge

miya osamu

clumsy ✿ fluff // you’re a little accident prone

ITACHIYAMA

sakusa kiyoomi

cuddle fiend ✿ fluff // tired sakusa recharges w your cuddles

clumsy ✿ fluff // you’re a little clumsy but don’t worry you have your boyfriend.

vegetables ✿ fluff // you don’t like vegetables, your boyfriend tries to change that

sakusa and his ditzy gf ✿ fluff // just headcanons of two qtpies

eggs and other love stuff ✿ fluff // your high school friend/crush moves in next door!

NEKOMA

kuroo tetsurō

just admit it ✿ fluff // you get a little jealous

hazy memories ✿ platonic // just good ole friendship man

stars and late night beach escapades ✿ comfort // rest and reassurance under the night sky (for when you’re down on yourself)

libraries at 1:23am ✿ fluff // ur boyfriend steals your glasses (goofing around w your boyf)

AOBA JOHSAI

hanamaki takahiro

for a day like this ✿ fluff // a concidence on the train ride home leads to a confession and kissing in the rain

matsukawa issei

promises ✿ fluff // snapshots of the promises he made at 8, 16 and finally a proposal at 24

events !

sol’s matchmaking service (0400) ✿ 400 follower celebration!

WHY NOT OKAY

[Shoto Todoroki x Sick!Reader]~Princess

A/n-As Requested by @astralmysteria, this is Todoroki taking care of his s/o who is sick. To backtrack, you have been in serious heat frustration with this unbreakable fever. No matter what you did you couldn’t get it to break.

You felt miserable, you were sitting in your dorm room under a very very thin sheet to try and keep your body from getting any hotter. Seems that there’s a sickness going around U.A, and you were the next lucky victim to fall ill. According to your friends Mina and Uraraka, it was apparently Aizawa who had started this unfortunate chain of events. You must admit, you were very surprised when you found out this news and that’s only because Aizawa always looked so tired that you never would have figured out he was sick. Very unethically smart you thought. 

It was mid-morning on a Wednesday as you coughed up your lungs for the time you could no longer count. You felt bad missing valuable training time and academic classes; you knew you were gonna be behind the longer you missed. All your friends knew you were sick, your teachers knew you were sick, but Todoroki didn’t…You knew it was wrong to keep something as important as your health from your own boyfriend, but you didn’t want to waste his time taking care of you when he could become a pro-hero someday. In order to do that, he had to live up to his fathers expectations even if you were against that whole idea. 

For the last 2 painful nights you had been bedridden and trying the best you could to fall asleep. The extreme heat given off by the fever was enabling you from doing that. It was more than just a fever however. There was also your standard cold symptoms which projected worse than a normal cold. That was because of your mind-reading quirk. The downside of this quirk was major headaches and heavy-hitting symptoms when you got sick. You rarely got sick but this is what happens when you did. 

You laid on the side of the bed under the thin sheet you were covered with. As you laid there with the most painful headache ever, you hear a soft voice at your door, fallowed by a soft knock. You didn’t say a word. 

“When were you gonna tell me that you weren’t feeling well?” That voice belonged to your boyfriend, none other than Shoto Todoroki. 

“Hmmm, how’d you find out?” You groaned, not making eye contact with him. 

“I got suspicious after you didn’t show up for 2 days, and Mina wasn’t so quiet..” he giggled softly. 

“Sorry, you have more important things to do than watch your s/o be sick” you coughed, feeling a pulse from your smashing headache. 

“Don’ say that, you’re important to me and I love you very much” he smiled, walking towards your bed with a grocery bag. 

“I didn’t want to be a burden, so I didn’t tell you” your voice quivered. 

“You are never a burden, I know I like doing things alone, but I love you” he said, sitting on the bed beside you. His hand resting on yours. 

“Okay..” you croaked, looking at your boyfriend with sleep-deprived eyes. 

When Shoto looked at your weak and fragile body, he set the bag on the floor and climbed in bed with you. “Move over” he whispered. 

“Shoto?…” you questioned, feeling burning in your eyes. 

“You’re burning up, how long have you had a fever?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your very heated body. 

“Counting today…3″ you paused, with a heavy sigh. 

“3 days???” Shoto said, with a shocked expression. Worry soon spread throughout his face. 

As Shoto’s arms remained tightly around your body, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief and safety as his presence soothed the painful feelings you felt. To make things better, Shoto began rubbing your back and massaging your head. He could tell you had a headache and wanted to do anything for the person he loved. As you were starting to fall asleep, you could feel a cold sensation spread around you. 

“I’m using the cold side of my quirk to lower your fever, you should of told me sooner but I’m not mad” you heard Todoroki whisper, knowing you were about to fall asleep. 

“Thanks for everything, I appreciate it” you managed to say, in between a yawn. 

“You’re my princess for a reason, I will always love you till the end of time” Todoroki said, planting a soft kiss on your already cooler forehead. 

My request is for the dorm leaders x their s/o who they find crying and clutching a half burnt photograph of their family. It's the only picture they of of them since choosing to stay in TW with them instead of going back to their world. Some jerk students decided to burn their backpack where the picture was. "I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you ever time. I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is. But I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it

Dorm Leaders + MC's Memoribilia

This was a very cute ask, I hope that you like this work!

If you want to avoid spoilers, do not read. This work contains spoilers pertaining to the content of the series. Please also consider blocking the #spoilers for days tag on my blog because I still will be posting that kind of content.

Cut for length, slight cursing and also some spoilers for the boys' magical abilities. Also, slight warning: Some lines may have a yandere/possessive feel to them, so read with caution

"Love?"

There, your lover stood in horror as he watched you clutch a burnt sack, your fingers dirtied by the soot, running over a charred image of you and your family.

"I don't regret my choice, I'll choose you every time," You said, holding back your tears. "I love you, and where ever you are is where my home is."

You stood up, showing your lover the picture as you hesitated to ask. "But… I want to hold on to my memories of them too. Do you think magic can fix it?"

Malleus Draconia

Malleus hugged you, trying not to crush you. He let you cry in his arms

He wasn't sure why such a photo would hold such importance to you, but after hearing about how much your family meant to you, he wanted to try fixing it

"I… I'll try my love."

His magic wasn't inclined to this sort of thing, but he went day after day to Lilia to check if Lilia's magic would work

As for the pitiful student that burnt your bag…

Malleus does not show any mercy towards that student, shaming him in the worst way possible

The student was later found stuck on one of the towers due to a mysterious spell…

That wasn't the only part of his revenge… After all, he should return the favour since that student burnt your bag

The student was no match for his dragon flames, barely alive after roasting in Malleus' flames

"The humans call it 'an eye for an eye'… This is quite fair for burning my beloved's photo."

Riddle Rosehearts

He timidly shook his head, answering your question. He knew how much your family meant to you so he did try to preserve the photo as much as possible

He got a special frame for you to put a photo of your parents by your bedside

"I'm… I'm sorry I can't do anything YN…"

That was partially a lie. After all, he could just punish the student that did such a heinous crime

The resulting outcome was simply a student who humiliatingly lost to the Dorm Leader, with Riddle punishing him publicly on reasons of 'school property damage'

"What a disgrace… consider this punishment for breaking the rules!"

They didn't have to know the real reason, it was none of their business

As a treat, Riddle would replace everything that was burnt in the fire, and a little more, spoiling you with all your favourite treats

He had to admit, his heart would soften, remembering your promise to stay with him

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim immediately rushes to you, wiping any sort of soot off your fingers and setting the picture aside

He cried more than you did. He gazed into your eyes, trying to wipe away any tears that dared to leave your eyes

"Y-YN… Don't cry my Princess… If you cry, I… I can't help but cry too…"

He does become a little delusional, trying to find every single way to fix the photo, panicking every time his methods failed

You had to stop Kalim, and he settled for preserving the picture in a golden plaque

He wasn't done yet though, as he had to ensure this wouldn't happen again…

He was usually a kind-hearted boy, but this kind of thing pushes it over the line

"Hey, I know you're sad that I kicked you out, but next time you should consider the consequences of your actions. I'm sure you'll do great somewhere else, away from my Princess…"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul, at first, was infuriated at this sort of bullying done to his beloved. He wanted to get revenge as quickly as possible, but first he had to take care of you

When you asked if he could fix it, he immediately wanted to guarantee it, but he knew it wouldn't be easy

"Angelfish… I'll try my best for you."

He enlisted the help of the Shroud siblings to try and re-visualise how the image would've looked like

With some bare success, only a partial amount was recovered, but you were utterly grateful to Azul. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn't help but kiss your boyfriend, much to his embarrassment

Oh, but now that you were oh so happy with it, he could finally enact his plan

"Jade, Floyd. Come with me. There's a student we need to drown in debt…"

Idia Shroud

It wasn't the first or last time he'd seen some sort of harassments at school, but to this point, it was unacceptable in his eyes

He couldn't care less if that student was favoured, or had great prospects. That student was doomed

Idia glanced over your photo, patting your head as he covered you in his oversized jacket

"I can fix it!... I… I'll make you happy YN."

He was a little ashamed to admit it, but he did have a digital copy of that photo unintentionally. It must've been one of the times his drones sneaked a love letter in your bag…

Besides the point! The photo was immortalised in a digital form, to which Idia had made a special display for all the photos you thought you lost in those flames

Speaking of flames… He'd figuratively burn the student, exposing everything he could possibly find

"Hmph. Serves you right normie. Hope you don't mind me burning your stuff too."

In addition to the display, Idia spoils you by replacing all your lost items with Twisted Wonderland's high end versions, no questions asked

Leona Kingscholar

Leona wastes no time pursuing whoever burnt your bag. Before he left in rage, he gave you a peck on the forehead

He'd storm in to every classroom, interrogating whoever witnessed it. Once he'd find the student, he'd make it clear that hell was waiting for him

"Hey, I wanna get back to YN as soon as possible. So just stay still while I break your bones."

The student barely makes it alive, most likely confined to the infirmary bed. Leona doesn’t care if he gets punished, he'll probably sleep through it

He makes up for suddenly running away by inviting you to a bunch of cuddles

However, he admitted that he was scared of trying to help you fix the photo due to his magic

"Hey YN… I know I can't do anything, but I'll get a nice frame for it…"

He also splurges some money to replace everything that you lost, despite you insisting that the photo was enough

Vil Schoenheit

He was horrified at the soot on your skin, hurrying to wipe it off

"YN, oh my dear YN… I can't fix it… Come, let me clean you up."

Vil doted on you for quite awhile, soothing any anxious thoughts you had. He listened to your many stories of you and your family, and how much they meant to you

He didn't think about the cretin that did this to you initially, but after letting you drift off to sleep, he considered who could've done this to you

He gets Rook to do some investigation, and once the perpetrator came to light, Vil makes use of his influence

Knowing his supporters, they'd bring that student down through shaming him

He savours taking some petty revenge for himself, the student suffering from Vil's wrath of insults

"To think a weed like you insulted my darling… Should I? I can't let any weeds growing around my blooming YN."

atsumu's hitting on you.

again, for the fifth time this week, for the seventeenth time in the last fourteen days.

"come on," he smirks, "won't you like someone like me?"

"no," you say, straightforward and blunt as you watch his facade crumble.

"oh come on," he whines, "just give me a chance."

you'd call this less of flirting, and more like a failed confession and you bite back a laugh, "no,"

atsumu's a nice guy, really, he's funny, he's supportive and sweet, but good god does he have ego.

he's full of himself and arrogant, but for once in his life, he isn't so sure of himself anymore.

five months ago, exactly five months ago from today did he start feeling like something changed, it started with tension in the air because he was no more smooth with his words, then butterflies fluttering around in his stomach whenever you came around, then the tightening of his chest whenever his name fell from your lips, then the red that would bloom on his cheeks whenever you had physical contact, and god does he feel so hopeless.

because you are the only one who could make his ego crumble, the only one who could make the butterflies in his stomach flutter and the only only who could bring red to his face.

"okay, scenario," atsumu starts, "i'm the last man on earth, would you date me?"

you ponder it for a moment, "meh."

"are you serious right now?"

that's why he's been needy, desperate even lately, dropping pick up lines and confessions as jokes for any kind of affirmation, a push strong enough for him to actually ask you out, because he really, really needs it.

"okay, another scenario," he says, "an asshole just dumped you, and you need someone else to get over them, would you date me then?"

and you laugh, "tsumu, no,"

he scoffs, offended, "would you throw me a bone here?"

it's a late afternoon on a wednesday and the two of you are hanging out at your place, having a couple drinks by the kitchen counter as the sunlight pours in, the tv is on, volume low and quiet, there is no traffic jam outside and it's quite cozy, before the two of you have to get back to work a couple minutes.

atsumu says, "alright, how about this, i offer you a dance?"

you set your empty glass in the sink, "i think you're a bad dancer."

"what?!" and oh, he sounds so offended.

"yeah, atsumu," you say, snickering, "i saw the highschool prom video."

he practically shrinks down with a surprised, horrified expression.

you laugh, and you throw a towel at him, before grabbing your keys and heading to the door, "alright, come on, lover boy, we have to go now."

atsumu gets up from his seat, and he's shoulders are noticeably slump, and he says, "just, give me a chance,"

by the doorway you turn over to him, "how about instead of all these silly scenarios and cheeky confessions, you actually ask me out after practice today?" you raise your eyebrows, smirking, and you turn away, "now, come on, we're gonna be late."

surprised doesn't even begin to describe how he feels, and it feels as if he regained a little bit of his ego now, enough confidence to actually ask you out.

looks like he got his affirmation.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓…

SLEEPY N CLINGY SUNA ☆★ !!

this headcanon has been engraved into my mind n wanted to write abt it. his birthday was the 25th n i missed it i had to post this

he plops down on you, face immediately resting on your chest, damp hair from his shower tickling your throat. he picks up your hand laying at your side and lazily plays with your fingers. “tired?”

“‘m exhausted,” he mumbles out, “jus’ wanna sleep in your arms.” eyes drooping even more. you knead his sore biceps, a groan escaping his mouth. suna wraps his arms around you midsection, moving his body up yours to rest his head on your shoulder, his nose deep into your neck. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. you both stayed in the quiet atmosphere, rubbing his back. at one point he was so still you thought he was asleep and tried to get up to go to the bathroom, only for him to tighten his grip around your waist.

“where you going? don’t leave.” he mumbled. how could you say no to that? you both stayed like that a little while before the both of you fell asleep, embracing each other.

it's you — oikawa tooru

pairing: oikawa x f!reader

genre: fluff , mutual pining

a/n: this is kinda messy lol whoops. i just poured my thoughts into this :') anyway mutual pining stans make some noise. very cheesy and cliche and u know what it's okay. sometimes we all need a little cliche romance

oikawa knew he was in love with you.

he knew it since the first day he saw you, and it hit him like a truck. he knew the second your eyes shined back at him, and it was as if he could hear windchimes all around him. that day that he had run into you in an empty, eerily quiet hallway at the school after his practice, he vowed to himself that he would be with you one day.

he realized it again a couple weeks later, when it was halloween and he had finally convinced you to walk home with him for the first time. you barely spoke, your eyes a little more clouded this time, your mind was definitely running at a million miles an hour. but he watched as two little kids ran down the street beside you, already in costumes, before one slipped and fell. oikawa's palms turned sweaty as he watched you selflessly help the clumsier of the two get herself together and pick up all the candy she dropped. he wasn't oblivious to the way that you forced a smile to make yourself more approachable to the little girl.

two months later, he knew he was absolutely smitten the day that he held you while you cried, and the only thought that crossed his mind was to protect you. the rest of the world didn't matter, the fact that he was late to his practice didn't matter. all he knew was he wanted to be your rock and hold you and make sure you never felt alone again. (he was sure he would have to pick a fight with your teachers for stressing you out so much over midterms—luckily iwaizumi stopped him before his thoughts became reality.)

christmas finally rolled around. oikawa decided to do something about his emotions that were practically ready to burst. but he couldn't. he abandoned the roses he bought for you, and they shriveled on his nightstand. he didn't visit you in the romantic way that he planned, but came to you as a friend once again. despite the heat of your face, the shake of your hands, and the fact that he knew you got nervous around him, he still doubted your feelings. oikawa was an idiot, really, and he was self aware at this point.

school resumed, the sakura trees bloomed again, and your relationship remained dormant. you both weaved your way around each other, close friends yet also complete strangers. it was almost painful, the way neither of you could admit to your feelings. oikawa's fans became less overwhelming, a vast majority backing off as they realized his heart was occupied. he still choked up every time he laid his eyes on you, completely infatuated in every way. he wasn't blind to the way your breath stuttered whenever he tapped your shoulder or flashed a grin in your direction, either. in fact, your cute reactions kept him going.

at this point, oikawa was sure he was leading you on. he didn't mean to, but he wasn't sure if he could even be in a relationship with someone as beautiful as you. oikawa was insecure, much less confident and much more shy than he chose to admit. he was so afraid of failing you as a boyfriend, but he knew his insistent flirting without any obvious goal was probably hurting you even worse.

oikawa's heart ached. he could no longer handle looking at you without calling you his. every night without you in his arms became increasingly longer, he twisted and turned and ruined his meticulously made bed as you plagued his thoughts. he was sure you felt the same, and that's what hurt him the most. he wasn't able to act on his feelings. that night, he dreamt of holding you once again.

on the last day of school, you both strolled home together once again. today was the same as every other day. leave the school, take a left, walk two blocks to arrive at your house first, but the tension around you both held a different story. you chatted the same, no awkwardness laced into your conversations, but the atmosphere was new.

his eyes softened as you leaned down to pet a cat again. it had become part of your routine, but today you turned around and looked at him as you lifted the small animal. "look how cute he is," you cooed. oikawa really did not care about the cat, though. his body moved without receiving any signals from his brain, hand finding its way to your cheek.

the cat had jumped out of your grasp, leaving the two of you in the shade of a tree as oikawa gazed at you longingly, lovingly. his thumb moved its way from your soft cheek to your bottom lip as he glanced up into your eyes, silently asking for approval. the moment you nodded, oikawa was quick to lean down and place his soft lips against yours.

he hummed as he tasted strawberry, probably from the cute package of chapsticks he gifted you for your birthday. his heart practically exploded when he felt one of your hands rest on top of his, specifically the one on your cheek. a giggle left his mouth as he pulled back before diving back in, unable to get enough of you. you could feel the love in every touch, oikawa was utterly enamored by you.

maybe oikawa didn't need to confess after all.

touch starved.

*.⋆♡ katsuki kisses

(?) the different types of kisses bakugou likes to give you

neck kisses that trail your jawline to wake you up in the morning. he has you smiling in your sleep as his lips move against your skin. you look perfect like this, features lit up from the slither of orange light peeking from the drawn curtains, bathing the room in a warm tangerine colour. he knows that you sometimes pretend to still be in a sleepy trance just to keep his attention on you a little longer before the day begins. and he has no problem with giving you what you want.

gentle apology kisses making you forget all about what he was apologising for in the first place. he probably deserved the string of insults that left your lips moments ago, and as pretty as he thinks you look getting worked up, he doesn’t like it being because of him. so he stops your rambling with the touch of his lips upon your own before stepping away slightly to press his forehead against yours. the apology he breathes out is sincere and suddenly you don’t even care for it anymore, only wanting him to kiss you again.

short kisses that always turn into more that convince him that he may actually be addicted to the taste of your lips. these usually take place before he has to leave on his missions. small good-luck kisses deepen when he doesn’t let you pull away just yet. one of his hands wandering around your waist while the other holds onto your cheek. if he could have it his way, your hands would never leave him, nothing comparing to the way your fingers run through his blond hair pulling him closer in return for more.

angry kisses hiding the fact that he was actually just worried about you. how else was he supposed to react other than pull you into his arms the second you came home after a hundred missed calls. anything could of happened, he knows you can hold your own but you’re too important to him. he can’t allow himself to lose sight of you. so he tells you as much, chastising your carelessness between searing kisses with your back against the front door.

injured kisses that he always asks for once you’ve finished patching him up after a day of work. he knows that he could easily go to the medical wing at his agency to get help, but he wants you to be the one to do it. all so he can look up at you from where he sits on the edge of the bathtub, your eyes concentrated on making sure you’re dressing his small wounds correctly. he likes to reach up to smooth out the worried crease between your eyebrows with his thumb, grumbling out that he’ll be just fine as long as you’re here.