[3:47 Pm] Ft Miya Osamu

Definitely Bakugou

Katsuki was sleeping on the couch with his headset on after playing with Kirishima and the other boys, “Baby, hey, bubs I’m heading out.” He hummed with his eyes closed “Huh?” “I’m heading out real quick okay? I love you.” You kissed his cheek before grabbing your keys. “You want me to grab your shoes?” His voice sounding gruff “No baby, I’m okay thank you.” “Here.” You turned around to see him holding his wallet out to you, you giggled. “Katsu, no it’s okay baby.” You began to walk out the living room “Babe, what time is it?” He said as he rubbed his eyes, “It’s past ten baby.” “Okay…. What? Wait,wait,wait. TEN?!?” You started to laugh as he quickly took off his headset , Katsuki got up and immediately put on his slides next to the couch and his hoodie that he took off. “No, no, no baby, It’s okay! I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, no baby I’m not letting you go out this late, fuck that.” He grabbed his phone before walking with you. “Katsu, I promise I’ll be quick.” “Nah babe, I’m going with you.” He grabbed your hand before walking out the front door, “Katsuki! Please you don’t have to come with me.” “No I don’t care, I ain’t trying to have you killed or shit by these fuckers out here.” You started to laugh as he closed the front door and grabbed your hand again walking to your car, “You never know what could happen this fucking late babe.” “Baby, I done it before and came back fine.” “That’s the last fucking time you ever go out this late without me.” He grabbed your keys to start the car and drive to the store with you.

He bought everything btw

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we will never be apart

diluc ragnvindr x reader | 1.8k + words

warnings: angst/comfort, mentions of blood/injuries, no pronouns used, ahh if i'm forgetting anything else just tell me

the howling of the wind as the front doors of the winery swing open violently, followed by a thud much too loud and heavy to be footsteps, draws you from your book and has you rushing from  the master bedroom and into the dark hallway, the pages of the novel left askew on the sheets in your abrupt departure.  

frigid air from outside makes the manor even colder than it normally is this time of night and your thin short silky pajamas weren’t doing much to help keep you warm but you didn’t have time to think about how cold you might get or throw on a robe, not when your worst fears were already churning uncomfortably in your stomach. they only grew worse when you looked over the banister to see diluc on his knees at the threshold of your home. it’s too dark to make out much but there’s no mistaking the long, fiery, mane of hair that flows towards the ground in his slumped over state. 

you can’t speak or call out to him. everything feels caught in your throat and you worry if you speak you may choke on the words but adrenaline and a racing heart move your feet as quickly as they can down the grand staircase. as you get closer you see one hand keeping his body from meeting the cold hardwood and the other gripping at his side desperately. bright red bangs cover his face but you can hear how hard he’s breathing, see in the dim moonlight coming through the open door the deep breaths he fights to take with every rise and fall of his back. 

a strong gust of wind rattles the doors and quickly you close and lock them, not wasting another moment to make your way to dilucs side and reach out for him with shaking hands. you swear all you can hear is the beating of your heart in your ears as you help him sit up, bringing his arm around your shoulders and with all the strength you can muster, help him stand up while supporting most of his weight. something wet and warm begins to seep into your night dress and stain your skin beneath, the smell of copper becoming more potent the more his blood stains your clothes. 

the only thing that breaks through the sound of your panicked heart is his strained voice calling your name. the way it sounds makes the tears you didn’t know were welling up in your eyes fall down your cheeks without permission. 

“y/n.. i..” he grunts when you tighten your arm around him and begin to make your way up the stairs. he’s so heavy; barely able to walk, his heavy boots dragging against the cold hardwood with every step you take, hardly able to use his hand to help him up the railing. it’s up to you, and the strength you worry would break at any moment, to help get him up along with his stumbling steps. 

“don’t speak. save your strength.” you reply, your voice is uneasy as the hands that are holding onto him, that are dripping with his blood. but no matter how hard you cried, no matter how the anxiousness in your stomach made you nauseous along with the terrible coppery smell, you had to keep moving, had to let it bubble over without control because right now your only focus was being sure diluc was okay. he had to be. what.. what would you do without him.. if he died in your arms- 

you have to stop your racing thoughts before they consume you. almost to the bathroom. it will be okay. it has to be okay.

it’s not the first time diluc has come home injured and you had to bandage him up, you’d say by now you’ve gotten quite good at it, but it’s never been this bad, never been this scary. there was no staff here at this hour, no one to call for a healer unless you wanted to leave diluc alone to do so by yourself but you aren’t sure you could stomach to leave his side in this state. 

normally diluc would sit quietly at the edge of the tub with a stern expression, his eyes not meeting yours as you cleaned and wrapped his wounds but tonight he can barely lean against the side of the tub as he tries to take off his coat and vest. your hands stop his own, trembling fingers peeling off the dirty and stained fabric until he’s left bare chested and he’s laying against the tile flooring, head resting against a towel. this time it’s your eyes that don’t meet his, even though the ruby orbs you love can't focus on anything but your distressed visage. 

he calls your name but you don’t reply. using his teeth to tear off his glove, it comes into your peripherals, gently resting on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that continue falling from your eyes. he hadn’t meant to worry you, hadn’t meant to use all of his strength after getting injured and stumble home only to barely make it through the door. the bloodied pajamas you wear, the shakiness of your hands and the worry in your crying eyes makes his heart ache far worse than the wound you’re attending to. he’d be okay, as long as he could ease your worry, stop your tears, he was sure of that. he’s suffered far worse but the reassuring words he speaks to try to tell you as much never seem to make it to you.

you don’t hear his voice, can barely register the hand that holds your face and wipes your tears. how could you when you can’t focus on anything but the injury at his side that slows how badly it’s bleeding as you apply pressure and a salve adelinde made for situations just like this. it wasn't meant to patch up wounds for good but as it foams against the gash it stops the bleeding and hopefully numb the pain. the crimson splotches are so bright against his porcelain skin and as the salve works its magic you continue checking the rest of him, cleaning every small cut you can find before coming back to gash on his side. 

his body flexes under your hands when he attempts to sit up, using all of the strength he has left to come closer to you, to comfort you. “wait! don’t get u-” you’re interrupted by a finger under your chin pulling your face from his toned stomach and to his soft eyes instead. normally you’d expect him to be mad that he’s hurt but tonight there’s no anger or irritation in his expression, he’s worried for you far more than he is himself.

“it’s okay y/n,” he speaks, his tone calm and reassuring. finally you hear his voice. diluc has never been very good at words of comfort but for you, if it meant your tears would dry and the smile he loves would return, he would always try. “it looks far worse than it feels. please, don’t waste your tears for my sake.” 

you bite your bottom lip, an attempt to stop yourself from crying more because you know you needed to be strong for him but it doesn’t work out the way you wish it to, if anything you’d say it's making it a little worse. your tears seem unstoppable as ever. using the back of your hand you wipe away the growing wetness on your cheek. “h- how could i not when you’re hurt?” 

his touch on your chin is beyond gentle, radiating with warmth and it only grows warmer when he caresses your jaw before the tips of his fingers brush your hair behind your ear. you can’t help but lean into it his touch, closing your eyes in hopes you could now calm down and not think about why you’re kneeling on the cold tile in the bathroom, in the middle of the night, covered in a color you normally couldn't get enough of but right now is making your whole body burn almost unbearably. 

“i’ll be alright,” dilucs words are as tender as his touch and full of sincerity. “it wasn’t my intention to worry you-.”

“but diluc-”

suddenly and softly his forehead finds solace on yours and you find, as you often do with diluc, his touch steals your breath away. the smell of his shampoo and the mint on his breath invades your senses- making you forget about the scent you couldn’t stand before. 

“i wouldn’t be dishonest with you, my love. please trust me when i say i’m alright,” his breath fans against your cheeks. strong, calloused hand finding its way even deeper into your hair with every word he speaks, until he is protectively holding the back of your head. “i will always be okay as long as you’re by my side… but i will be more careful in the future so you don’t have to worry like this again.”

“i always worry for you ‘luc,” you whisper, the last of your tears flowing down your cheeks and onto his scar ridden chest. you want so badly to wrap your arms around him and hold him against you but you don’t dare further hurt his wounds. instead your hands find his muscular arms and hope to relieve some of the stress he’s putting on his body by comforting you like this as you cling to him.

“i know,” he replies before attempting to hide a grunt of pain. your worry of hurting him makes you want to pull away when you hear the pained sound and you try to cautiously but he holds you steady against him, not letting your foreheads part. how did he have such incredible strength? “i am beyond thankful for that, and for you. i don’t know what i would do without you.”

“the feeling is the same,” you sob quietly, the tears you had just stopped starting to come back no matter how much you will them not to. “i.. i thought-”

“i have no intentions of ever leaving you y/n,” his hand in your hair tightens and the air in the bathroom grows warmer and warmer with every word of love he speaks. “i swear it. more than anything else in this life, i am yours and we will never be apart.”

“diluc.. i.. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, more than you know.”

the numbing agent slowly starts to ease dilucs pain while his words ease your own aching heart and though tears still fall from your eyes, your lips curl into a loving smile that matches his own. the bathroom is silent as you bask in each other's love while you finish bandaging him up and in the comfort of knowing things truly would be okay. 

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SEEING YOUR EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME! feat. main three, shinsou, and kaminari. warnings: none.

QUICK EXPLANATION : basically you have a quirk that has to do with your eyes, like medusa except you can control it. though, like bakugou, when irritated you loose some control causing harm to those that look you in the eye. to prevent this you wear a blindfold at all times. now was finally a good time to show him your eyes, considering the low chance for getting irritated.

IZUKU : awestruck at the sight of your eyes, no matter if they looked extremely unique or they looked normal. he slowly reached for the nearest pen and paper with the inquiry, “uhm, not to be weird or anything… but do you mind if i draw your eyes? not for research or anything their just so… pretty.”

KATSUKI : on the outside he showed indifference, throwing around a “what the hell ’s so special bout them?” but you can tell by the look on his face he meant quite the opposite. he was quite proud to be able to see your full face in all its glory, he just doesn’t know how to say it.

SHOTO : he was quite used to people fawning over his eyes and he’d never thought he’d too do such a thing in his lifetime. when he saw your eyes he almost dropped the glass in his hand, “wow, love, your eyes are quite stunning.. may i take a picture.”

SHINSOU : paused what he was doing and stared at you in complete surprise. it ended up becoming a staring competition to which he won, quite easily. “do you not like them? i can cover—” “cover them I dare you.” he gave you a challenging look, “don’t wear this stupid thing when we’re alone, alright?”

DENKI : rushed to your side in a matter of seconds, and held your face in his hands. memorizing everything about them, in complete adoration. “woah… babe, those are your eyes?” “no, theyre my feet, jackass.” “doesn’t matter. they’re gorgeous,”

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Hurt Heart

wriothesley x reader

notes: hello. long time no see, huh... welp i’m not dead and i will keep posting fics here bc i am very bored.

i will post fics about wriothesley and ratio as well, not only neuvillette and zhongli, so... be happy.

enjoy!!

context: you’re mad at your boyfriend, wriothesley, because he always comes home hurt.

content: pet names like baby and bunny; slight hurt but with comfort; wounds, bruises and light injuries like that, also mentions blood; kisses kisses; wriothesley is just a silly boy, please take care of him.

“ouch!” the man flinched at the exact moment your hand was touching his cheek with a piece of cotton, while he leaned his back on the bathroom sink. “ah, careful there.” he said in a playful tone but you didn’t find yourself laughing.

his face was filled with bruises and he had a small cut on his lips. his nose was bleeding before you cleaned it and he had a dark-toned bruise on his left eye.

“come on, are you mad at me?” he smiled but when he saw your stern look, he sighed, reaching his hand to touch your cheek. “i already told you i’m sorry.”

you completely ignored him, slapping his hand away. you resumed putting the medicine on his bruises with the help of the cotton. suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from your actions.

“y/n, stop ignoring me.” his voice sounded harsh and pleading at the same time. his eyes stared right into your soul. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, a frown forming on your face.

“are you serious? you don’t want me to be mad at you? even after you come home like... this?” you pulled your wrist back. “you must be joking with me.”

you put the cotton aside, ignoring his surprised look. you turn away, ready to leave the bathroom, but he stops you by grabbing your arm. his grip is strong, but not enough to hurt you.

“let me go.” you said, trying your best to speak in a firm voice. your eyes looking seriously at him.

“no.” it was what he said, speaking in a lower tone than usual.

“wriothesley, let me go.” you tried to pull your arm to yourself, but he pulled you closer to him, locking you in his strong embrace.

as much as you squirmed in his arms, trying your best to free yourself from his grip, he would just squeeze you even tighter.

“wriothesley!” your voice sounded muffled since your face was buried in his chest. you tried to punch his arms but of course, he was much stronger than you, so it felt like a kitten’s punch.

“don’t be mad at me.” he whispered in your ears. his voice was low, since his head rested on your shoulder, making your legs weaker and weaker, but you didn’t want to give in to him so easily.

“i’m mad because i’m worried!” you tried to say but your voice got stuck in your throat when he squeezed you tighter, you just let out an annoyed grunt.

“you don’t need to be worried. i’m fine.” he said, still close to your ears. his hair brushing on your cheek.

“how can you say that? you’re hurt..” your voice got low and broke when tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

wriothesley noticed almost immediately, pulling away from you just enough to look at your face. you looked away while tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffed like a child.

“baby, don’t cry.” his hands quickly reached to your cheeks, wiping away your tears. his brows frowned in concern.

“why do you insist in hurt yourself like this? ... why do you keep fighting and getting hurt?” you choked on your own words, trying your best to speak properly. you felt when wriothesley left quick and soft kisses on your cheeks, trying desperately to soothe you down.

“i’m sorry, my baby.” he mumbled, still leaving kisses on your cheeks and nose. “please, forgive me. don’t cry.”

“promise me you won’t hurt yourself again.” you grabbed onto his shirt, looking at him with pleading eyes. “please...”

he felt his heart sinking into his chest. he hated to see you cry. he always thought that he needed to protect you, so seeing you cry right in front of him made him even more upset. his hands rested on your cheeks while his eyes stared sadly into yours.

“you know i can’t .” his hand reached to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, burying you against his chest. “i can’t stop it, it’s part of my job.”

“then get another job!” you said, grabbing his shirt firmly and hugging him tighter. “do something else...”

“you know it’s not easy, bunny.” he chuckled nervously, caressing your scalp, trying to calm you down. “ i can’t just leave.”

you kept sobbing against his shirt while he patiently caressed your hair. after a long time, you sniff and breathe in. you keep sobbing very lowly, your body slightly trembling under his gentle touch.

“are you feeling better now?” he asks, his voice sounds soothing to your ears and you nod slowly, without raising your eyes at him.

he gently reaches his thumb to your chin, raising your face so that you can look at his eyes. he looks a bit pathetic with his bruises and his lip cut, but to you, he looks majestic.

he doesn’t say anything, he just leans closer to you, placing his lips on yours. his gesture was so gentle that it seemed like you would break if he moved too fast.

you closed your eyes, feeling how his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his while the other hand rested on your waist.

you could feel a slight metallic taste of blood, coming out from the small cut on his lips, but you didn’t mind.

his hand squeezed your waist softly and gently, sliding under your shirt to caress your skin with his thumb. you let out a sigh between the kiss, showing him how much you liked this gesture.

he pulled away, just a few millimeters away from your face. you let out a whimper when he did, immediately feeling the absence of his touch.

“easy there. my bunny still needs to breathe, right?” he chuckled. his voice was like honey to your ears and it made your heart skip a beat. you realized that your breath was getting heavy.

you leaned into him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating like a melody.

“take care of yourself.” you said, a pouty tone in your voice. “if you keep hurting yourself you will get ugly. i don’t want an ugly boyfriend.” you said, a small smile perking up on your lips. of course you didn’t think that he could get ugly someday.

he laughed. a warm laughter that made your stomach fill up with butterflies.

“oh, don’t worry that’s impossible.” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“i know.” you said in a whisper.

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• daylight

Despite how big his physique is, it always amazes you how Wakatoshi can move so gracefully, as though each fibre of his being is as well trained as he is to make all his movements precise, like he couldn’t afford to waste a drop of energy on excess movement.

With your head still half in the clouds, you watched him carefully fill his luggage with the remaining items he hadn’t packed, doing so as quiet as he can. Minutes passed and you were almost fully awake when he turns to the direction of the bed, surprised to see you up, but he smiles nonetheless.

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↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ fluff ↳ wc ⨾ 1.1k ↳ feat ⨾ bokuto, atsumu & kageyama

ʚ BOKUTO ɞ

“’kay, babe, i’m off to practice,” bokuto announces, walking past your shared bedroom, swinging a water bottle in his free hand.

“m’kay, have fun,” you reply absentmindedly, looking up from the book in your lap briefly to shoot your boyfriend a quick smile.

“love ‘ya!”

from your bedroom, where you sit on the bed, you hear the front door open and at your lack of reply, bokuto calls out, “i’m leaving now!”

“okay, babe! be safe!” you call back.

“i love you!”

at yet another lack of response, you hear the shutting of your front door and quick steps in the direction of your bedroom. “babe,” bokuto breathes out, oddly out of breath, eyes wide as he clutches onto one side of the door panel.

“yeah?” you look up from your book, raising an eyebrow at him in mock confusion

“i said ‘i love you,’“ he tries again, jutting his chin forward, awaiting your reply patiently.

pursing your lips together to bite back the smile that’s threatening to emerge, you nod stiffly. “mhm.” you hum, voice lilting at the end to cover up the laugh that’s desperate to be released.

“i. love. you.” bokuto repeats once more, taking a step forward into the bedroom, eyes squinting slightly as he analyzes your actions. bokuto may not be sharpest tool in the box when it came to academics but when it came to you? man knew you like the back of his hand. if there was a course called ‘y/n y/l/n’ he’d ace it with flying colors.

“aren’t you going to be late?” you murmur, glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “you should hurry up.”

“i love you,” bokuto replies instead of answering your question, looking you over you with suspicion and before you know it, he’s at your side of the bed. leaning down, he traps your head in between his large, slightly calloused hands and looks you in the eye.

“y/n?”

“yes?” your eyes flutter as you blink, lightly smiling at the look of concentration on his face.

“i love you.”

you attempt to look away, but he only gently nudges your head so no matter what, you’re looking at him. he lightly squishes your cheeks in, making your lips protrude into a pout.

“i’m not going to leave until you say it back.” bokuto wiggles an eyebrow at you and you want to call him out on his bluff but with his determination, he’ll have you trapped in his hands for hours if he wanted to.

“i love you, too, baby,” your voice comes out garbled from your squished cheeks. your eyes light at the way bokuto’s grin widens and he leans down, pecking your pouted lips softly.

“thank you and goodbye.”

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“goin’ to the store, you want anything?” atsumu asks, looking down at your laid down form on the couch.

“no, i’m okay,” you smile up at him, grabbing at his hand to place a chaste kiss on the back. “thanks, though.”

“mm,” atsumu hums with a soft smile. he turns and grabs his jacket before swinging open the door. “i’ll be back in a flash. i love ‘ya.”

“mhm.”

atsumu begins to close the door behind him but when he hears no response, he stares at you through the crack, slowly waiting for your reply. when you don’t reply and the door is nearly shut, he swings it back open.

“hey,” he calls softly and you look over at him.

“did you forget something?”

“um, yeah.” atsumu raises an eyebrow. “your declaration of love for me.”

you shake your head with a confused expression. “what?”

with an exasperated sigh, atsumu repeats himself, “i said, i love you.” maybe losing his accent would make you hear him clearly.

you don’t respond again and atsumu widens his eyes in shock as you look away from him and back at the t.v.

“no, no, what happened in the last millisecond? you were just kissin’ my hand!” atsumu stomps into the living room, staring at you in disbelief.

“what do you mean? nothing’s wrong…”

atsumu steps closer to you and he frowns. “then why ain’t you telling me you love me?”

mister tough and cocky miya atsumu is a softie at heart and seeing his pout makes your heart warm.

“did you wanna come with me?” he prods, thinking aloud. “i know you like goin’ grocery shopping with me but i’m not heading there, i’m going to-”

“i love you.” you cut him off with a smile and he turns back to you, cheeks warming.

“were you tryna get a reaction from me?” he scowls, sad expression long gone. “how dare you? i’m leaving now.”

he straightens his posture and walks back over to the door with a stubborn huff.

“i love you!” you call just before the door closes.

“mhm,” atsumu mocks your light tone and the door shuts behind him. a few second later, the door opens again and with a conflicted look, atsumu mutters, “i love ‘ya, too.”

ʚ KAGEYAMA ɞ

“i’m going for a run,” kageyama announces shortly before opening the front door of your shared apartment.

“be back before dinner!” you shout from the kitchen while stirring the pot you were cooking.

“alright. love you.”

you bite back a reply, pondering whether or not he’ll notice. the door closes behind him and then you’re left alone in the apartment.

huh.

guess not.

you can’t help but snicker in amusement at kageyama’s obliviousness when he has something else on his mind.

about ten minutes later, as you’re sprinkling some seasoning in the simmering pot, you hear the door open again.

“tobio? did you forget some…” your voice trails off as you hear kageyama’s feet patter against the floor until he reaches the kitchen. you turn to him quizzically as he stares you down silently. “you okay?”

“you didn’t answer.”

shaking your head with a blink, your eyebrows knit in confusion. “wh-what?” i didn’t answer?

“when i left,” kageyama murmurs, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “i said i love you and you didn’t say it back.”

your mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say. ultimately, you let out a laugh at the fact that although it wasn’t right away, he did notice your lack of response.

“what’s so funny?”

“babe, you left like ten minutes ago and you just realized?” you can't help but grin up at him. your boyfriend was truly something different.

“…yeah.”

“well, in that case,” you muse, walking over to him to peck his cheek. “i love you, too. now hurry up, the food’ll be ready soon.”

“right,” he nods with a slight smile. “i’ll be off then.”

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It’s been a year since you and Tooru have seen each other.

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because throwing an apple at someone's head was a sign of professing one's love in greek myth.

fluff, gn!reader, i wrote this in a blip

When you told yourself today was the day you confessed to Phainon, you weren't expecting it to turn out like this.

The very ripe, very red, very ready-to-be-consumed apple was not supposed to fly out of your grasp the way it did. It was not supposed to hit him on the head, silencing his laughter as he dumbfoundedly blinks at the item that broke him out of his giddy stupor. It was not supposed to land perfectly in his hands as he glances between your face and your snack, which has now decided to work against you.

You definitely were not supposed to just mutter a meek 'I like you', and you definitely were not supposed to turn on your heel and run away from him!

And why is he chasing after you? Can't he tell you need alone time to recover from the unfortunate series of events that just unfolded?

"Y/n, wait!" He calls, barely sounding out of breath. Your feet hit cement, grass, climb up and down flights of stairs, they don't stop as you dash through every bit of the Grove of Epiphany, all for the sole purpose of shaking Phainon off your tail.

However, it was your mistake for believing someone like him would be willing to give up, and his stamina outpaced yours by a landslide, so just what were you thinking? Running away like that in the spur of the moment?

"No!" You shout back. "Leave me be!"

"But I have something to say to you!"

"I'm sorry for throwing an apple at your head!"

"It's okay! I don't mind- just, stop running!"

"Maybe you should stop chasing me!"

"For Titan's sake-"

As you round a pillar that lead to a short staircase, Phainon had jumped over the ledge and landed by the time you descended the flight, and with a lunge, his hand had securely wrapped itself around your elbow. You had lost. Lost the chase, the fight, your dignity as you gaze up at him, your stomach stirring with unease at his imminent rejection.

There's an unreadable look in his eyes but you don't try deciphering it because you're certain you seem like a mess right now. Your face felt flushed, sweat stuck to your skin, and your hair was all over the place, and worst of all, Phainon was going to reject you while you were in this state.

Titans, please help. This was not what you intended at all.

"You're too fast," he huffs, chest heaving like yours. "You really know how to steal someone's breath away."

"If you're gonna let me down just get to it already."

"Let you down? You think I was chasing you all this way just to let you down?"

"Or were you going to return my apple? It was my afternoon snack-"

"What? No, it's my apple now, you gave it to me!"

"Well, I... threw it at your head-"

"-I accept your confession!" He blurts boldly.

All you can do is splutter out a pathetic 'huh???'.

Phainon is exasperated at this point, desperate to confess the feelings that's been dwelling in his chest for the entire time he's known you. When he's waited this long, he wasn't going to let the moment go, not when you're the one who took the first step, having the nerve to capture his heart and take off bolting with it.

"I like you- a lot! You're everything I've ever wanted and I've waited so long for this, Y/n, please don't make me suffer any longer."

He doesn't blink as he looks at you, as if stubborn to not miss anything about you, not a single micro-change in your expression, the way your breath hitched at his passion, the tweaks of a small smile beginning to pull at your lips.

"Just how am I making you suffer?"

"You tell me the one thing I've been waiting to hear from you and instead of letting me speak, you run away and have me chase you like a Spirithief, does your cruelty know no bounds? Fine, if you're still unsure about my feelings then-"

He takes a big bite out of the apple, the crisp crunch speaking more than it should have to as you blink at his unwavering will.

Phainon's confession settles in the silence, and the first thing you do is laugh in a way that has him almost crumbling to his knees in relief. It was an ode to something beautiful, the start of a new beginning, and as he split your apple in half and handed you the unbitten part, the dull ache on his head finally began to subside.

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