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— 1 missed call from [Name] —

Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t call you back. Ignore the missed call, head back to bed, and forgot you forever. Forget the romance you once shared and move on. Forgot all the words of love that ever left his lips. You are not his and he is not yours.

But he can’t. He can’t possibly ignore you when you’re calling him at 2AM, yearning for him in whatever way you do.

So he calls. Like the fool that he is, he calls his ex-girlfriend of one year back.

“Hello?”

“Tsukishima…” you trail, and your voice is distant. So far, so small, so fearful. He hears your hesitance from one word only.

He wishes you could call him your Kei again.

“Why did you call me?” Tsukishima responds with hostility, for that is all he knows. When he lost you, his ways changed and his heart turned to stone. It seems that anger is all he knows these days, a hard tongue made of venom and stone.

“I-I wanted to talk to you.”

You stutter. You stutter and Tsukishima knows that you’re drunk. You have a few habits whenever you’re intoxicated, and a stutter is always accompanied with the alcohol.

“You’re drunk,” is all he says.

“I know.”

“Talk to me when you’re sober,” he goes to cut the call, but a quick wait! is enough to halt his movements.

“God, I don’t even know why I even called you,” you whisper, as if speaking to yourself.

He sighs, “where are you?”

“Um, I’m not sure.”

“You went out not knowing where you’re going?” He asks, and it’s that condescending tone you hate. The one that pushed your relationship to its limit.

“It’s not like I wanted to be here,” you whisper yet again, a measly attempt at defending yourself.

Another sigh, another sign of disappointment, and Tsukishima finally speaks up.

“Go to the Maps app.” You mumble a small okay, and do as he tells you. “Now zoom in on your location and send it to me.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

You listen to him and soon after Tsukishima gets a notification. He doesn’t bid you goodbye, simply cuts the call and gets up from his bed. He heads for his closet, grabbing two jackets, and heads out the door.

He’ll see you for the first time in a year.

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And see you he does.

You’re sat on the curb of the road, your knees pushed against your chest and your head resting on your knees. It seems as if you’re asleep, your eyes closed and body still.

He kneels beside you, whispering your name loud enough to wake you up.

“Huh?” You groan, turning your head to look at the man you can’t seem to let go. “Kei?”

There it is. It’s always sounded so sweet on your tongue, so sultry and intimate. It’s his given name, the one he grows to love each time you say it.

It’s bittersweet hearing it from you.

“Why are you just sleeping in the middle of the road? What if some pervert stopped by?”

“But nobody did,” you say, logic leaving you in your drunken state. You move closer to him, seeking his warmth.

You’ve always loved his touch. When you once called him yours, his body was always somehow attached to yours. Your skin on his, his heart in your palm.

He sighs, “get in the car, [Name].”

He pulls you up from your position, easily holding you as gently as he can.

“You never used to call me by my name,” you stop and lean into his shoulder. “I was always your baby.”

Tsukishima knows it’s the alcohol talking. That you’d never say this sober, and that there’s a possibility that you don’t mean any of those words. But his heart still hurts. It hurts so much that he feels as if he has lost himself. Lost all the progress he made to just get over you.

(But perhaps he never really stopped loving you, if he was so willing to pick up your call.)

He lays you on the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt for you. He drapes the extra jacket over your shoulders, and you remember it to be one of your favourites. You stare at him the whole time—eyes on his—but he refuses to look back. Not when he knows how easily his resolve could crumble with you around.

The car starts soon after, and you’re already asleep. Your head lays peacefully on the mirror, and Tsukishima wishes he could stay like this forever. In a world where he is yours and you are his.

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There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets.

He prefers to live in the present and let the past be the past. What has happened is unchanging, so why worry? Why worry about what he should’ve done, when all he has is the now?

There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets. But he will always regret leaving you.

He knows that now, as he is in your bedroom, trying to find a way to change you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear.

You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, unmoving in the midst of all noise. That trait carries on to now, as he struggles to get your top off your body.

You squirm as he touches you. “Kei,” you whisper. “Why’d you pick me up?”

“You called me.”

“But you picked up,” you slur, “you could’ve ignored me. You were good at that when we were together.”

He winces. He knows you don’t mean it. You’ve always been far too kind to respond with such malice, especially towards him. Even when your relationship was walking on a tightrope, you never once yelled at him.

“Why were you so mean, Tsukishima?” It’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, but his heart burns the more you speak.

“I loved you so much, but you didn’t love me at all.”

“Don’t,” he immediately interrupts, “don’t say I never loved you.”

“You never showed me,” your voice is small, and he knows you’re about to cry. (Even after all these months, your habits remain in his mind.)

“I love you. So much more than you’ll ever understand,” he speaks with so much passion, that he forgets his confession.

He loves you. His heart will always belong to you.

“I love you too,” you cry, and a single teardrop grazes your cheek.

“You never deserved me.”

“I get to decide that,” you grab his delicate face with your rough hands. He always fit so perfectly in your palms. “I get to decide who is good for me.”

He pauses, resting in your hands and cherishing every moment he has with you. And it’s in your calloused palms where Tsukishima realises what he misses. He misses your presence, your love, you. Every habit that made him love you so deeply, he misses.

He will be yours again, he decides, as you hold him close. Somehow, someway, he will win you back.

There to Hold You(Bakugo Katsuki)

synopsis: reader is overwhelmed and has been keeping everything to themselves. Bakugo hates this, and won’t let them self isolate. a/n: this is incredibly self indulgent but I hope this is as comforting to read as it was to write

cw: crying, being overwhelmed, insecurity and overthinking, idk what else, lemme know if I missed something

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“Something’s wrong.” Katsuki stated, the same way one might say ‘the sky is blue.’

“What makes you think so?” You turned around in your chair to look at your boyfriend. You gave him your most earnest smile, trying to not let happen what he was trying to do. 

You had carefully constructed walls to keep your worst emotions away from people, you had to handle them yourself. You couldn’t rely on anyone else. If Katsuki ever knew how you truly thought and felt, you’d be too much, he wouldn’t be able to handle you, he wouldn’t love you, he’d leave you. 

“Cut the crap. F/n told me you haven’t spoke to them in days, and you aren’t the type for that shit.” He said, studying your face for any kind of response.

When you didn’t say anything, he continued. “They said they messaged you and you didn’t respond. You always respond to everyone immediately, so something has to be wrong.” 

“I’m okay ‘Suki. I’ve just… had a little extra on my plate lately, but I’m alright I swear,” you tried to assure him, even though each word was an absolute lie. 

He squinted. Although impulsive, Katsuki Bakugo is not stupid. Especially not when it comes to you. He may have been a little more aggressive because he was frustrated at himself for not noticing something was off sooner, but he wanted to help you. Because he loves you, and he wants to help you the way you helped and continue to help him. He grabbed your shoulders, making eye contact with you, trying to pry the truth from your eyes. 

You looked away, ashamed and not wanting to spill it all. Insecurity chipped away at you. You were positive he wouldn’t love you if he knew how bad the storm in your mind had gotten. How deep the waters were. 

“No, you’re not alright, dumbass. You’ve been acting overly happy lately, but you’ve been distant. You’re good at putting on an ‘I’m fine’ face, sometimes too damn good, but your eyes are so empty,” admitting his worry for you almost made him want to tear up. 

But he couldn’t, he had to get to the bottom of this. He knew, he personally knew what it was like to keep everything in, to never feel able to tell anyone, to be drowning in your own feelings, thoughts, and troubles. He knew what it was like to keep it all to yourself until you snapped, until you felt beyond repair, until it was too much and impossible to feel sane. And he wouldn’t let that happen to you. 

You shook your head. “Please just drop it, Katsuki, I’m busy, I don’t have time for this,” why was he trying so hard? You had convinced yourself no one cared, no one would care. 

He moved his hands from your shoulders to your face, making you look at him. “I can see that something is wrong, and I refuse to let you deal with it by yourself. You’re only going to make it worse if you don’t tell me. Please,” he said, voice nearly breaking. “Please, tell me. I hate seeing you pretend like you’re okay. We both promised to work on our communication. You’ve seen me at my lowest, and you helped me through it, you loved me when I was a moody, arrogant shitty teen. Why would your problems be any different? I promise you, I won’t judge you for it. You can’t get rid of me. So please, y/n, please. Tell me what’s wrong. Please talk to me,” he was nearly pleading at this point.

You felt your eyes well up with tears. Damn it, you had worked so hard at constructing your walls, but he was bringing them down. Why was he so good at this? You had to divert the attention away from yourself. “Oh? It seems I have the hero Dynamight begging. One would consider this an accomplishment,” you said with a forced giggle. 

“Don’t give me that shit. Don’t do this to me, to yourself,” his tone was softer than you’d ever heard it before, emotion sitting in the back. 

A calloused thumb stroked your cheek. It was a small, mundane, minimal act of affection, but yet it made your emotions go haywire. You looked up, meeting his gaze finally, and it broke you. He looked so genuine. A single tear fell, and that was the drop that made the dam break. The walls cracked, and cracked, and all that you had stored up, kept away carefully, came rushing down. Before you knew it, the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. 

Katsuki felt odd for being happy that you were crying, but he was relieved you finally let it out. He wrapped his arms around your midsection, carefully lifting you to stand. One arm remained wrapped around you, while the other moved to hold the back of your head, carefully bringing your face to rest on his chest. Every sob chipped away at his heart. It had been months since you cried like this, and the last time you did you were alone. It was all so much, you felt as if you were going to crumble to pieces.

But Katsuki held onto you the whole time, though you fell apart he held the pieces in his arms. He didn’t tell you that it’s okay, or that you’re okay, because it’s plain to see that you aren’t, but he repetitively reassured you that he’s here, and he won’t leave. His muscular arms held you close to his heart while you cried it out. You’d been keeping it in for so long, you didn’t even realize all the things you were feeling. It hurt, and it hurt badly. Hurts, pains, stresses, all your grievings flowed like your tears. 

Katsuki pressed the occasional small kiss to your head, gentle reminders that he’s with you. He was never one to be very good with words, and though he’s tried to get better at it, he hoped his shows of affection through acts would be enough to convey to you that he cares. Because he cares so much, so much he can barely contain it, he feels so angry when you feel like this, not at you, not towards you, but angry that he can’t fistfight your feelings so they go away. He began to slowly rock you while you stood, protected by his hold. Had you not been in such a sour state, you would have smiled at this action. 

After what felt like quite awhile, all your tears had dried up, and your body began to feel tired. Though you were resting against him this whole time, your body relaxed more as you became more tired. All the crying you had done zapped your energy. When he recognized this, Katsuki led you to your shared bedroom where he motioned for you to sit on the bed. 

“I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t do anything stupid, you hear me?” He said firmly.

You nodded. You felt so drained after your crying session, but yet a little bit lighter. You didn’t want to admit that Katsuki holding you while you let out your emotions helped, but it really did. While you were comforted by the knowledge of him reassuring you the whole time you cried, your insecurities didn’t go away. Your heart told you that you could trust him, and you knew he loves you, but your mind made you doubt. What if it was all an act? If you actually spoke your mind, vocalized your thoughts and feelings, would that be the end of it for your relationship? 

“Oi, dumbass. Drink up. You’ll get dehydrated,” Katsuki’s voice broke you out of your spiraling thoughts. 

You looked up, and he was handing you a glass of water. You accepted it, taking a few sips before setting it on the nightstand. The blond man took a seat next to you on the bed, slinging his arm around your shoulders, and pulling you closer to him.

“You were thinking. What is it?” 

As you stated at him, tears filled your eyes again, and Katsuki carefully wiped them away with calloused fingers. “I’m just… afraid. What if you think I’m too much? What if you can’t handle my problems? I don’t want to be left, what if-“

“Hey. Cut that shit out. I won’t do any of that, and that’s a promise. When have I ever broken my promises, hm?” 

You smiled faintly. “Never.”

“Exactly. Now tell me what’s going on.”

While you explained, he listened. He’d always listen, and he’d always be there. When you had finished, he gave his two cents, with a fair share of curses. You sighed contentedly. Katsuki was awkward at times, blunt, rash, and could be a little rough around the edges, but his stubbornness wasn’t always a bad thing. He never failed to show you how much he cared. His love for you was so strong it was nearly tangible, like a thread in the air you could almost reach out and grab it. No matter what you were dealing with, he would always be there. While he is a pro hero, he’s not a magician, so he wouldn’t be able to make all your problems disappear, as much as he wishes he could. Sometimes, he couldn’t do anything about the storms raging in your head, but he was there, always there, and that’s all that mattered. As long as you had him to hold you, you’d be content. He’d always be there to drag you out of your isolation, your loneliness.  It wasn’t long before you fell asleep in his arms, and Katsuki would not let you go, even after he himself fell asleep. It was his way of saying “I love you.”

WORTH BEING SECOND BEST ♡ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

ingredients? perhaps being “second best” and not having other people crowding him all the time had its perks. what’s it? fluff allergen warning/s? delves into iwaizumi’s insecurities and the stuff he doesn’t project outwardly so maybe he’s a lil ooc. sugar level? 2.3k regulars? @hanayanetwork @tahonet @tokyometronetwork​ parlor’s note? iwaizumi, along with eita who i can’t shut up about are so underrated ugh.

bon appetit!

iwaizumi’s been oikawa’s friend for more or less a good fifteen years now and as such, he’s come to the conclusion that there are pros and cons to holding the title of oikawa toru’s best friend.

the pros? one, toru’s entertaining. whether it be with his latest gossip that he may or may not have gotten from a fangirl who snitched on their friend just to gain his attention for a few measly seconds or him hitting himself in the head with the volleyball trying to better his serve, oikawa always knew how to make iwaizumi feel happy (and worried, but that’s just part of the Oikawa Toru’s Friend Experience, he reckons).

two, he’s genuine, even if it may not seem like that to some people. if he smirks at the rival team’s captain, telling him they’re gonna be the one headed to nationals, that’s what he’s planning to do. if he tells them to do their best, oikawa wants them to do their best as he’s aware that the competition will sharpen him to be better. if he thanks a fanboy for the cookies he’s baked for him, he’s actually thankful. while the fan may be thinking that this is his movie moment, that the oikawa toru is going to be his boyfriend and oikawa doesn’t really think much of the sweet gesture, he still actually appreciates it. besides, since after the breakup with his last girlfriend, oikawa wasn’t really into the dating scene during high school, much too focused on finally defeating and humiliating shiratorizawa or ushijima wakatoshi in general.

and three, the one he cherishes the most is how they’re like-minded people, both hardworking and studious. the brunette man never led him astray, never became a bad influence - at least not to the point of it becoming an issue - and never nagged him to just have fun. they both cared about their performances, polishing it to the best they can because like he said, talent is something to nurture and wisdom is something to hone. he probably wouldn’t be as good at his profession as he is now without oikawa, but that’s not something he’s going to tell the man. there’s no need for him to blow up his friend’s ego even more.

the cons? he wants to say there’s a lot, but to him, there really isn’t much of those. not subjectively speaking anyways. he loves oikawa, he’s his best friend and though he objectively had flaws, there weren’t flaws to hajime because it made him him.

that being said, there are still two the bugged him to death.

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kiss him pls

i’ve become the villain’s lover!

summary: You have the worst luck in the entire world to be transmigrated into a novel as some faceless side character, where the most notorious villains in the story won’t leave you alone. (ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus).

notes: 12k words, scenario, fluff, mentions of violence, reader gets injured once, heavily based on my love of cheesy isekai/reincarnation/villainess manhwa 

All of your problems started with the book your friend lent you.

You didn’t even want to read it at first, but you took the copy because she wouldn’t stop pestering you and spamming you with texts. The title—I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!—was embossed gold, and the cover picture had seven beautiful men lounging around a woman with brown hair, the woman gazing wistfully into the distance. In short, it was so cheesy it sent chills down your back.

You really weren’t going to read it. But that summer night was hot and humid and you had nothing better to do than stare at the television and stir around your half-melted ice cream. So when you saw the book on the edge of the kitchen counter, you thought, why not? and opened it up.

If it was bad, you would stop after a few pages. But the television kept droning on as you read, and your forgotten ice cream was now melted slush in its bowl, and soon you were halfway through the story.

The premise itself was simple enough: the heroine, Hera Winn, was the treasured daughter of a down on his luck baron. He sent her to the city to make her debut, and after a series of mishaps, she ended up running into the crown prince, Malleus Draconia, who fell in love at first sight. However, the crown prince was feared by his subjects, and rumors swirled around about his fearsome power and his family. To make matters worse, six other men fall in love with Hera. The cherry on top? All seven men were notorious villains, feared by people far and wide for their cruelty.

You were still a few chapters away from the ending when your eyes started drooping; it was impossible to keep them open, even though you were dying to text your friend. It was deliciously bad, in an over-the-top and campy way, and you appreciated how self-indulgent the author was. Seriously, why would seven villains even fall for an ordinary person? It was way too contrived.

Whatever. You could call her tomorrow.

You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you found yourself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Oh no. No way. This wasn’t what you thought it was, was it?

Conveniently, there was a hand mirror next to you, and when you stared into the frame, the face of a stranger stared back at you.

Your worst fears had come true. You’d transmigrated into I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!

Shit. You were never going to read another book in your life.

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Atsumu × gn!reader; wc: 1.4K; comfort vibezzzz

A/n: I don't exactly love it cuz it ain't funny but sometimes bitches like me need men like miya atsumu to cry because he's so in love w me okay????

"'M just not good at goodbyes!" Atsumu laughs as he wrestles you onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

"What about the day you have to say goodbye to me?" The apartment becomes eerily silent at that, the only sound you can hear is that of the ticking clock and the buzz of the cars on the roads going back to their own homes.

"What..?"

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You had gone to the Miyas' for a family dinner today and as usual, one thing led to another, the dinner turned into a  “you suck more” debate between the twins.

"Did ya know tsumu cried when he had to bury his pet ladybug?" Osamu had rested his elbow on the table, chopsticks pointing towards Atsumu, which their mother responded to with a slap on Osamu’s elbow.

"I was five," Atsumu groaned.

You had been so far successful in stifling your laughter but you let one snort leave and suddenly you were wheezing out the words, “You cried over a ladybug, tsumu?”

“Y’know what, ‘m an empathetic person. Not ma fault ya were brought up a psychopath- ma!” 

“Don’t call yer brother a psychopath, Atsumu.” She scolded him with a surprised tone, “I thought if ya grew up, ya both would’ve developed but no, the only thing ya developed is a new dictionary to insult each other with.” She sighed and got up from the table, collecting the plates.

“Oh, let me help-” You quickly picked up your own plate and took the rest of the plates from her hand. 

“No, ya don’t have ta, ‘s fine, dear.” She smiled as she gently took the plates from your hands and worked her way to the kitchen not before shooting Atsumu and Osamu a look, “ ‘specially not when ma own two sons don’ help their poor ol’ ma.”

You chuckled as Atsumu's eyebrows drew in and he turned around in his chair with a bewildered expression, “Yer the one who doesn’ lemme help in the kitchen! How ‘m I at fault here??”

“Yer too dangerous and clumsy to be allowed in the kitchen, Atsumu”

“Yer too dangerous and clumsy to be allowed in the kitchen, Atsumu” Her voice came back almost as soon as he finished his sentence in sync with Osamu’s.

Atsumu silently flailed his arms, pointing back and forth between them while he looked at you, “Do ya see?? This is what I went through all the time. Ma! Yer the one who made samu like this.”

“Please. Yer just sad ma loves me more.”

Your eyes widened as Atsumu's flailing hands fell down and he glared at Osamu, “Baby? Ya know how I said he’s a psychopath?”

You wholeheartedly believed you should not be taking part in their conversation but damnit, you were curious “Yeah..?”

“Samu was the one who stomped on the ladybug.”

The gasp that left you as you turned towards Osamu in a swift motion with eyes as big as his onigiris must've been phenomenal because Osamu felt as if the judiciary turned against him. 

“Hear me out-”

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“What d’ya mean?” Atsumu whispers as he looks up from your neck, gulping down the fear that is building up in his throat.

You refuse to meet his eyes as you mumble out the next words, “I don’t think I’d be okay if something were to happen to you.”

“Baby, yer scaring me, what do ya mean ‘the day i have to say goodbye to you’?” He’s sitting up now, pulling you up with him and props you on his lap. His hands are loosely wrapped around your waist but he’s pressing his palms right across your lower back, locking you in his embrace and forcing you to face him.

“I’m not dying, don’t worry.” with a chuckle, you try to lighten the mood but you gasp when you look down from the ceiling and into his eyes to find they’re covered in a sheen of tears. 

“Tsumu,” Your hands fly to his face, holding it in your hands firmly, ”hey, I wasn’t being serious, I’m here, I’ll always be here. I’m not leaving.” 

But it’s too late, the words have settled in his brain and it has sprouted new thoughts you never want Atsumu to think. You can see on his face, he’s fighting those thoughts away but he’s losing.

“Yer so mean..” He mumbles in a small, wobbly voice as he buries his face into your chest, his hands previously supporting your back now have fistfuls of your sweater bunched in his hands. This time you wrap your arms around him, one hand stroking his back as you lean your head on top of his and the other hand busies itself in his hair.

He sniffles and you feel the ache within your chest before you feel the tears in your eyes.

“I just.. don’t want you to lose yourself, if something were to happen to me, that’s it.” You speak in what you had assumed is a normal comforting voice but your voice is as wobbly as Atsumu. 

 He bites on your collarbone and states in a hushed voice, “Stop speakin’ like yer dyin’” 

“Tsumu. I-” You sigh as you pull yourself back despite him resisting and you see he’s completely crying with his eyes starting to turn red. Your heart clenches at the sight and you feel horrible. “Tsumu, please don’t cry..”

“How can I not cry when y’just talked like ya were gonna die?” Atsumu huffs and his voice starts breaking as the end of his sentence hits him again.

“Atsumu-”

“And then ya were like, when ya havta say goodbye to me-”

“Tsum-”

“And I just got these horrible flashes of me wakin’ up and ya- and yer not there.” He’s sobbing, eyes frantically looking around as new thoughts invade his peace. 

“Tsumu. This is what I meant” You bring him in another hug and mutter, hugging his shaking form, “No matter what happens, I want you to keep it together, I don’t want you to lose yours-”

“If I lose ya, then a part of me goes with ya, y/n. Why can’t ya understand that?” Your breath hitches at the way your name sounds in his mouth, so vulnerable yet holding so much power over you and he speaks again after taking in a shaky breath, “ ’m never goin’ to be complete without ya. I don’t know how many times I have to say it but i will everytime you need me to— if there’s no you, there is no me. Please don’ say stuff like that ever again..” 

“What if I grow old and die before you?”

“Then there will be two graves dug together.” 

You have no idea what is in the atmosphere but you’re damn sure you’re crying now. However, Atsumu has stabilised, his focus inherently on talking to you.

“D’ya…think about stuff like this often?” He’s hesitant with his words because he knows what he’s asking could just tip you over the edge.

You bite your lip and nod, trying to prevent another sob from leaving you. He mutters a soft oh baby, c’mere and hugs you tighter, moving back on the bed where he lays you down and he lays down next to you.

“I..” Atsumu sighs as he lays your head on a pillow and moves your hair away from your eyes, “I don’t know what to say. ‘m not so great with words but I promise ya. No one, and I mean, no one is takin’ ya away from me. Afterlife be damned, I want you with me in this life, sharing moments like these with you.”

You sniffle and wipe your tears away as you feel the stagnant air between you both settle down again, like sand settles down after it rains and it smells like earth; comforting and strong. You see Atsumu roll over onto his side and rummages in the drawer next to his side of the bed,

“I know this isn’t exactly the right time. This definitely isn't the way I planned for this to go because I was waiting for the right moment but-” You see he grunts as he turns back around, facing you with his hand between your faces and in his hand, sits a velvet box. “But every moment with ya feels special so ya can’t blame me.” 

His hand pops open the box and you can’t breathe, your hands fly to your mouth. Atsumu’s voice and hands are shaking as he takes out the ring from the box, “ I promise to be there for ya forever, and also I have planned somethin’ w sunarin, so pretend to be shocked tomorrow or else I’ll be gettin’ my ass whooped. But L/n Y/n, will ya be there for me forever and marry me?”

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A Hopeless Lovestory: Malleus Draconia x Reader

A/N: Piggybacking off of my “Malleus is exactly like Gomez Addams as a partner,” post. Why? Because I will die with this. This is Malleus, or at least my interpretation of him. Yes yes, I love picturing him as the cute dorky fae that’s behind with tech times and wants friendship. It’s cute. But this? This. I stand with. Man lives in Victorian Fae land, surrounded by dark magic, will never work a day in his life, and is a hopeless romantic. This is my tribute to how much of a SIMP Malleus is.

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cant wait to pull for nahida!!

fluff!!! little mentions to bakugou's past as a bully :/ but he's now very much in love with you <3

the best way to let bakugou katsuki know that you’re mad at him is by refusing to hold his hand. 

handholding is one of bakugou’s all time favourite affections. although subtle, it’s grounding. he likes to know that you’re safe by holding you close to him, and he has the chance to pull you away from danger the moment it happens. also, to know that you trust him to keep you safe is another bonus.

he is destruction’s incarnate and it is from his hands that danger is initiated: hands that have threatened and bullied many- good and bad alike. 

hands that have also pushed you into a corner when you were younger for defending a vulnerable midoriya from any more harm. 

hands that have sparked explosions in your face during many school festivals as he sparked threats to match.

hands that gradually, but surely, learnt how to chase after you longingly.

after months- years of maturing and apologising for his stupidity, bakugou thinks he is the luckiest man in the world to be able to hold you with the same hands that sparked fear during his youth. he thinks he is the luckiest man in the world because you have trusted him to protect your heart in his very hands. similarly, you openly cherish his with your two palms and despite how it bleeds with love for you, you have never once let it break.

he also thinks he is unfortunate that you’re not compassionate enough to be against torturing him when he fucks up.

and the best way to show that you still have not forgiven him is by revoking his hand holding privileges.

bakugou hates it when there’s tension between you two and despises it even more when you have to pretend like nothing is wrong when in fact, everything is wrong. you’re mad at him for some shit he said last night and now you don’t want to hold his hand, let alone look at him, and he wants to crumble. 

instead of finding a chance to talk, you both had to hang out with sero, kaminari, kirishima and mina as part of your obligatory monthly meetup and it was very obvious that something was off between you and bakugou. 

when a merciless gust of wind hits, bakugou sees this as his moment to react. as goosebumps emerge on your exposed skin and you audibly shiver from the cold, it earns you a fair share of concerned looks.

“you okay, y/n?” kirishima asks and you nod, shrugging up your shoulders as a futile attempt to shield yourself from the frostbite. from the corner of your eye, your boyfriend is already shrugging off his jacket, keeping his sassy muttering to a minimum. 

“just cold, thanks for asking,” you murmur, extending your palm to anyone in the group, “can someone hold my hand?” 

bakugo immediately reaches for you, grumbling an ‘i’ll hold your hand’ but you retract from him with a dirty glare before he could even touch you. his jaw drops and his crimson eyes become windows to how betrayed he’s feeling, and even more so when you utter the next words:

“can someone else hold my hand?” 

“but i’m your boyfriend?” he all but screams, earning a few snickers from your friends. they knew this dance all too well, sero and denki hissing ‘roasted’ at the blond. 

mina’s the only one brave enough to challenge bakugou, “i’ll hold your hand, y/n!”

she’s almost successful too if it weren’t for small explosions stopping just in front of her face as bakugou glares at her with the ugliest (affectionately) expression you have ever seen. no one can resist laughing when he yells out a ‘touch y/n and you die, racoon eyes!’ before snatching your hand into his; his grip far too tight for you to even try and wrestle out of it.

“yeah, laugh all you want extras! at least i get to hold y/n’s hand, dipshits!” 

“y/n’s got two hands though, can i hold your other one?” denki asks, feigning ignorance to the daggers bakugou was sending him and before you could giggle out a ‘sure!’, bakugou is lunging forward and shielding you from the electric blond. 

“none of you are worthy, go away morons!”

your stomach is cramping at this point, your throat is begging for you to stop laughing, and your cheeks are so very sore that it hurts. your laughter has been mixed with the rest of the groups- with the exception of bakugou who is pouting with irritation laced deeply in his expression, but so long as he gets to see you smiling at him rather than frowning, he doesn’t really mind.

“whatever, laugh all you want,” he mutters before stuffing your hands into his pockets, where he can keep them warm. the remainder of the squad continues forward, knowing to leave you two alone.

his thumb is soothingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand as he shares his warmth with you. when bakugou katsuki meets your eyes, all the tension from last night dwindles away as he visibly relaxes, relieved that you’re at least allowing him to hold your hand again. 

“we are okay, right?” he asks tentatively.

you shrug playfully, “i mean, i don’t really have any other choice than to say yes, do i?” 

his next comment is quick, passive, but heavy in its meaning, “you do.”

you soften at his vulnerability, squeezing his hand before reassuring him that “we’re okay, katsuki, and we will be for a long time.”

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↳ CHAPTER III. DAYLIGHT

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SUMMARY: Kita used to dream about being free. But now, he’s 28, years into a career and married to someone he doesn’t know.

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a/n: here she is... the final chapter !! i'm getting sentimental about it all over again but writing this chapter was very therapeutic. especially because it touched on the theme of childhood hurt, something i can relate to very well. but alas, i'll save the rest of my speech for my end notes. i hope you enjoy ! the playlist is also finished so check it out from the masterlist <3

Kita doesn’t want to say your first date was life-changing, primarily because you already tease him by actually calling it that.

And to be honest, nothing super drastic has happened after the date to be throwing the word life-changing around.

You both do the same little things, and the structure of your days are essentially the same. Wake up, do your jobs, spend time together, then sleep.

There are changes, though. They're just… more subtle, like somebody had turned on a light and his life glows a tad bit brighter than before.

It's hard to completely articulate how he feels, but all he knows is that the person to thank for all this light is you.

He’s always thought all the movies were so silly for describing love as a thing that narrows the circumference of the world to a single person. It’s still a little silly, Kita thinks, and he’s not quite in love yet. But it would be a lie to say that you don't occupy most of his thoughts throughout the day.

The thought of you puts a certain skip to his step, a little absentmindedness in between meetings, and zeal to be super efficient with his work so he can go home earlier than usual.

He feels a little bit guilty about wanting to go home early, but their division is performing well and they’ve recently secured several high-profile projects. He thinks he’s earned a couple days of going home earlier than usual.

In any case, it’s hard for him to even remember the guilt once he’s home. Not when his wife welcomes him home with hugs and kisses. Some days, he doesn’t even get a chance to take off his shoes before he finds his hands full of you kissing him stupid against the front door. You pull back only after Kita is breathless to ask, “Did you have a good day at work, baby?”

You find yourselves going out for dinner dates more. You found this listing of all the best restaurants in Tokyo, and you've both been slowly but surely going through it. There's this new Vietnamese restaurant you went to recently in Roppongi that you both fell in love with on the list. You're determined to try out everything on the list first before starting to go on repeats, but Kita's hoping you make that one restaurant an exception.

They go on other types of dates too, like this one time you got tickets for an outdoor cinema experience. It played an older movie, one of the first Batman films, and he had brought blankets (so you could sit on the grass) and packed their own food (so they could have a little picnic as they watched).

Another time, they end up at a museum, where you give him the low-down on art history. You walked him down the different exhibits and acted as his own personal tour guide. Kita learned a lot of different artists that day, but he thinks he learned more about you. It’s in the way you talk about different painters that reveal you. How your voice booms with disdain when you talk about Gauguin but drops into soft dulcet tones when you reach Monet and Van Gogh. How you pause to admire a Bernini sculpture before giving him background on who even Bernini was. How you completely skip past the whole section of Medieval art with the excuse, it reminds me of when my mother forced me to go to church.

It’s how they’ve been getting to know each other for the past couple of months and still, he realizes there’s a lot left to learn. It really does feel like they’re in some weird, advanced level of dating, but he doesn’t mind because it’s really fun. All the stupid rules surrounding dating are gone, bulldozed by the fact that you’re already married.

It’s during this time too that he finally gets the chance to paint under your careful instruction.

“Wait,” Kita says, squinting at his canvas, “So what should I do?”

“Whatever you want,” you say from behind your canvas, “Follow your heart, Shin.”

So maybe the instructions were less careful and more vague. Kita stands up to see what you’re doing, “What are you gonna paint?”

“Whatever my heart tells me to,” you say. You look up at him with narrowed eyes, “No, I’m not painting you.”

Kita scoffs, “I wasn’t even going to say that.”

“Uhuh,” you tease, “But since you’re here, wanna give me a kiss?”

“No,” Kita says, walking away back to his place. He acts hurt, “I’m just gonna paint you. If it’s ugly, it’s your fault. You taught me nothing.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff, “This is supposed to be fun. It’s okay if it turns out ugly. You’re not being graded. Just relax, babe.”

Kita rolls his eyes, but he ends up doing what he’s told. Activities like this, where instructions are vague and don’t have a goal, usually stump him, but he takes a deep breath and focuses. He can do this. He can paint the ugliest painting of you and hang it in the living room.

He starts with your head, which is an easy enough thing to paint. You’re a circle on a stick but cuddly at the same time, so maybe he should avoid doing a stick figure. He gets lost in figuring out these tiny details and forgets his surroundings until he hears a phone ring.

“Sorry,” you grimace, silencing the call.

“All good,” Kita says, humming as he goes back to painting. It hasn’t even been a minute until he hears the same ringtone.

You groan, “If a person isn’t answering, it usually means they’re busy. Ugh, leave a voicemail.”

Kita laughs, “Maybe it’s important. Just answer it.”

“No,” You dismiss, “It’s just my agent. They’ve been pestering me to do more work. But I told them I was taking a break and to only bother me for administrative things or charity functions. And I’m already doing people favors.”

Kita frowns, “Maybe you should get a new agent. This one doesn’t seem to respect your wish for time off.”

“I wish,” You sigh, “This one’s pretty good though, and they know what they’re doing. They’re just being pushy because I’ve been avoiding a lot of the public engagements they’ve been asking me to do.”

“Why have you been avoiding them?” Kita asks.

You don't answer immediately. Kita paints while he waits.

“All of them are abroad,” You finally say. “And we haven’t been married for that long, and I didn’t really want to do anything overseas until we got settled in…”

The words make him pause. He puts his brush down and moves his seat, so he can look at you properly when he says, “I really appreciate you, you know that right?”

“Hm?” you make a confused noise. “Where is this coming from?”

“Just wanted you to know since it’s something that I’ve been thinking about a lot, but also just because of what you said. I shouldn’t be surprised at this point, but every time I find out all these little things you’ve been doing, it just really hammers the point that you’re so considerate of us,” Kita swallows, “And I just appreciate that.”

“Shin,” you say, touched.

“But baby, look at us,” Kita reaches for your hand and you meet him halfway. With your hands clasped together, he says, “This isn’t going anywhere. You don’t have to hold yourself back from these opportunities. You love your work and you deserve to go to all these places and showcase your work. I’ll only feel bad if you keep declining them.”

You exhale, “You’re right.”

Kita smiles, “I know.”

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Okay, Kita knows what he said but now he kind of regrets it.

Not because he doesn’t like that you’re off doing great things, but because trips abroad tend to be a couple days long and Kita kind of misses you. That wasn’t a reality he had thought about until he came home from work and you weren't there to greet him. His dinner doesn’t taste as good, eaten alone. Watching tv feels uninteresting without you providing commentary at his side. And worse, when he settles into his own bed at night, he’s cold.

He sighs as he twists and tosses around his bed, unable to sleep. He hates how foreign this bed has become in so little time.

He wonders if he should just sleep on your bed instead, but he wonders if it would be weird without its owner. He doesn’t think you’d mind, considering you’ve been sleeping together every night.

He sighs, slowly getting up and crossing over to your room. It’s not like you’ll know.

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Sleeping in your bed helps, but he still misses you.

It feels pathetic, but when you start getting used to having someone in your life, when someone is baked into your routine, you just miss them when they’re gone.

The only thing that consoles him is that you miss him too.

You’re in New York, which is about a thirteen hour time difference. When Kita wakes up, you’re about to sleep, and when Kita is about to sleep, you’re just waking up. There’s barely time throughout the day to talk, unless one of them stays up late or wakes up really, really early.

Which is why he gets surprised when he receives a Facetime call from you as he’s getting ready to go to bed.

“Hello,” He answers as he reaches over to turn a light on.

“Wow,” your sarcasm carries so clearly through their thousands of miles difference. “Can I get a more enthusiastic response? Did you even miss me? Are you even sad? Are you not crying every night at my absence?”

“No,” Kita responds, as he gets comfortable in his bed. He’ll move to your bed after this call. When he hears you go on about how offended you were, he smiles, “Do you miss me?”

You roll your eyes, “No. Because you said you didn’t miss me. Rude.”

Kita chuckles and finally notices that you were still in bed too, lying on your side. He copies your position and lies on his side too. This way, even if it’s through the screen, it’ll feel like you’re lying in bed together.

“But the truth?” Kita asks.

You look wistful on screen, “I missed you too.”

You let those words lie between you and for a moment, you just stare at each other, floating through the river of your own longing.

Kita breaks the silence first, his words coming out like they’re coming up for air, “When’s your flight home again?”

“In two days,” you say..

“It’s not too long, baby,” Kita says, “We’ll be so busy with work, it’ll be here before we know it. How’s everything been for you?”

“Ugh, my English is so rusty, but my agent hired an interpreter so it’s fine. Besides that, I love New York a lot, actually. It’s a bit chilly since it’s winter right now, but everything is so pretty. I should have sent you a photo, but it was snowing and I felt like I was in those snow globes. You’ve been here before, so you know what I’m talking about, right?”

Kita shakes his head, “Nah, I went to San Francisco actually. On the other side of that country, babe.”

“Ah, I see,” You say, “We should go here for fun someday. I feel like we’d both enjoy it.”

Kita can see it. “You know,” Kita starts, “We still have our honeymoon to go to. We never went on one.”

You snort, “Imagine if we went on one, right as we got married. It would have been so awkward.”

“Hey, you never know,” Kita says, “Maybe we would have gotten closer much faster. Maybe it would have broken the ice.”

“Our way is nice too,” You defend. “Feels like we really worked for it.”

Kita hums. They really did. “Anyway, honeymoon. We should do it. I want to do it.”

“I don’t want to do it in New York, though. I want to go somewhere special,” you say.

“We have time to think about it,” Kita says, “Given our schedules, we probably can’t go for a while anyway. I’ll have to rearrange things, and it depends on how long we want to go.”

You laugh, stretching out on your bed. “It needs at least be a two week vacation. Even if we’re just a week away somewhere and then we spend the rest of our honeymoon at home.”

“Anything works for me,” Kita says, “I just want to spend time with you.” you make a pained noise, pouting at the screen, “Don’t say that. That just makes me miss you more. What am I gonna do when you actually properly vocalize that you miss me, huh? I’m gonna end up booking the earliest flight home just to see you.”

Kita laughs, “Okay, okay, I won’t say it then.”

At least, not then. He says it a night later, in a voice message, and sends it to you right before he sleeps.

You make good on your promise and come home a day early, catching him sleeping on your bed. The embarrassment he feels lasts barely a second, making way to the swooping feeling in his chest when he realizes what you had done. He doesn’t even get a word into his explanation before you’re climbing over him, raining kisses on his face.

He thinks he's beginning to understand the term marital bliss.

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Unfortunately for them, this marital bliss doesn’t last long.

The moment you stop being busy, Kita is suddenly drowning in work—to the point where he actually has to work late nights at the office.

He should be used to late nights at the office. They used to be his life. This used to be where he lived. He’s even slept here before. And yet, every bone in his body protests at being in this office past six pm.

Kita sighs, putting his pen down, and leaning back against his chair. He thinks about how he’s missing dinner with you, while you’re probably eating by yourself right now. Maybe you’ll eat in the living room and put on Netflix to have something to keep you company. Or maybe, you’ll go out and visit Mina, so you won’t have to eat alone.

The thought of it pricks at his heart. Work is work, and it is what it is—but still.

Kita shakes his head, and with it all his regrets about tonight. The only thing he can do is keep his head down and finish work as fast as he can. After all, the faster finishes this, the faster he gets to go home. Maybe he’ll even be able to catch you awake.

He picks up his pen and goes back to work.

He falls deep into his paperwork, so much so that he barely catches the knock on his door.

It must be his dinner. He had almost forgotten about it. It really has been so long since he’s eaten dinner at his office, but trust Atsumu to be on top of things.

“Come in,” He says, not looking up from his papers. He hears the door open and says, “You can just leave it on the coffee table. Thank you—”

“You know, you should look at the person you’re saying thank you to.”

That voice. Kita immediately looks up and is met with the sweetest sight, “Y/N?”

“Ta-da!” you grin, holding up a plastic bag, “I brought you dinner. Called your assistant and told him not to buy you dinner.”

“You did?” Kita can’t believe you’re here. It’s actually the first time you’ve ever been here, and you stand out in a fluffy hoodie and sweatpants against the sleek, posh furniture of his office.

You look like home.

“I thought it would be nicer than eating whatever sad takeout you were gonna have,” you reason, setting up the food by the coffee table Kita had pointed out earlier.

Kita finally stands up and walks over, giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek hello. “Yes,” Kita says, right as he pulls back, “This is much nicer than takeout.”

You give him a pleased smile, opening a tupperware, “I’m glad you agree. Anyway, I just felt sad at the thought of you eating takeout, and we had all this extra food at home. I don’t want to distract you from your work though, so I’ll be going—”

Kita makes a noise of protest, “Did you eat already? You’re not bothering me at all. I needed to take a break anyway.”

Need to take a break, Kita can’t help but make fun of himself internally, Didn’t know you knew what that meant.

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking at him with eyes that betray his hope, “Because I can just eat at home—”

“So you haven’t eaten yet?” Kita smiles, utterly pleased at the turn of events, “Let’s eat together. I know you don’t like eating alone, and you’re here already.”

Besides, it’s more than enough food for two people.

You settle down on the seat next to him, “Okay.”

As they’re eating, a thought pops up in Kita’s head, “How did you get up here, by the way? Security escorted you?”

The question sets you off.

You put down your chopsticks with a groan, “They barely did. I told them I was your wife and they took one look at my clothes and didn’t believe me.”

“We need to get you a badge,” Kita decides, “They should have known to let you in. Can’t believe we missed that. I guess it never occurred to me that you would have any reason to ever stop by.”

“Yeah, this building feels a little too stuffy for me. Too corporate,” you laugh, “But you’re here, and I think that’s reason enough to stop by.”

Kita swallows his heart, down with the rice he stuffs in his mouth. Cute, cute, cute.

He rarely gets friends visiting him at the office during the workday. At least, not without a scheduled meeting. He knows he’s mostly to blame for that. Everyone knows his days are packed with meetings already or that he had too many things to do to be entertaining people.

But here was someone—and not just anyone, his wife—who would come and stop by just to see him. Just to make sure he was eating well.

“Anyway,” you continue your story, “I showed them our wedding ring, and they were like, how are we supposed to know if that ring matches what Kita Shinsuke wears? So I had to resort to pulling up our wedding photos—”

Kita laughs, “You did not—”

“I totally did,” you smirk, “Now I’m kind of glad we had a public wedding. They were still kind of suspicious though and were about to call you to confirm, but Atsumu caught me as he was leaving. You need to give him a raise, by the way.”

“I pay him well,” Kita retorts back, “I know I’m not easy to work with and manage.”

“I still can’t believe I’m married to a workaholic,” you shake your head.

Kita smiles at his food and softly says, “I’m not as bad as I used to be. I used to sleep on this couch, you know? Only came home to shower and change.”

This was an admission hidden and buried within a story. An embarrassing thing to say out loud, but a part of him (one that recently revealed itself) wanted you to uncover it. To pick him apart and read what’s hidden between the lines:

I’ve changed because of you. Do you know that?

“Ah, Shin. Even if you tried I wouldn’t let you,” you say, so sure of yourself and your ability to drag Kita out of the office.

Kita raises a brow, incredibly interested, “Oh? What would you do?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you tease, “Try it and you’ll see.”

Something in your smile dared him to try. To fuck around and find out. “Should I?” Kita bites his lip, “Should I not come home tonight?”

“Do it,” you say, voice turning low and soft. All it did was pull Kita closer—close, close, close, only stopping because you turned your head to look at him too, a sidelong glance through long lashes. “Sleep here so I can call you right before I sleep. Tell you, my bed is comfy and nice and warm but I can’t sleep because something’s missing.”

Kita holds his breath as he hangs onto your every word.

“What’s missing? You’ll ask,” you muse, a slow growing smile on your face. Kita doesn’t understand what’s so amusing. “I’d laugh at you for asking. You should know what’s missing.”

“I should?” Kita asks, watching as you nod. “What if I don’t know?”

You throw your head back laughing, pulling away. Kita almost follows you. You stand up, choosing to walk around to look through his office, “That was cute of you, Shin. You’re too smart to be pretending not to know.”

Kita stretches on his couch, right before standing up and going back to his desk, “Just playing the same game you’re playing.”

“Game?” you dramatically gasp, turning to him, “You think I’m joking? I’ll totally call you—”

“No need,” Kita rolls his eyes, pretending to look over his papers, “I’m definitely coming home tonight.”

“Yeah?” you ask, coming to stand beside him, leaning over to look at the files on his desk, “What are you even working on?”

“I have to review the presentation we’re giving tomorrow for a big partnership deal,” Kita explains, pointing at the notes he was making on the slide deck, “There was a last minute change in our strategy, which is why I’m reviewing it this late. We have a pre-meeting right before just to go over any further comments I have.”

“Some big words you’re using here,” you squint at a page, “Never thought I’d see them outside of class.”

“You took business classes?” Kita asks. “Thought you were an art major.”

Your mouth twists in distaste, “Yeah, I double majored actually. A compromise. Just in case the art thing didn’t work out.”

Kita can’t imagine you working in an office. It feels wrong. He thinks of your paintings, how much care you put in it, how every one of them felt like a child—your blood, your essence on a canvas. Kita is glad it worked out for you.

“You were probably super bored,” Kita murmurs.

“Some of it was actually interesting,” you say, hand moving to rest at the nape of Kita’s neck. Kita fought the urge to lean against it completely. “Taught me a little bit how to at least negotiate my contracts.”

“You don’t use a lawyer?” Kita asks.

“I do,” your thumb rubs against the side of his neck. “But I like doing a first glance in front of them just so they know I’m not some stupid, stuck-up rich girl they can fool.”

Kita oohs to tease, but it comes from a genuine place. His wife has a spine, made partly of steel, while you ran partly on fire. You slap him on the shoulder, “I do have pride. I’m barely part of the business, but I’m a Fukuda.”

“Not quite a Fukuda anymore though,” Kita reaches up to lightly touch your wrist. “You’re Kita Shinsuke’s wife now.”

God, you make him feel like a teenager, have him flirting like a teenager too. He cackles when you make gagging noises. “That was terrible. I’m going back. I’m not going to wait for you. Goodbye.”

Kita pulls you back before you get too far, “Okay, but give me a kiss before you go back.”

“A kiss?” you repeat, with a raised brow, “Just a single kiss.”

“Well yeah,” Kita says, glancing at the unlocked door of his office. Not that the unlocked part matters. Nobody else is here. “I actually do have to finish work and I don’t want to sleep here.”

“‘Kay,” you agree, leaning down to kiss him.

Kita cradles your cheek and meets you halfway. He meant it when he said one kiss, but he should have known that he’s too greedy to settle on just one. Thankfully, you are too.

What starts out as a short kiss goodbye soon becomes one long open-mouthed kiss to another. A polite hand on a cheek moves way past politeness, settling to a tight grip on your hip.

“Sit on my lap,” He breathes out in between kisses.

“I shouldn’t,” you say after pressing swift successive kisses against his mouth, “If I sit on your lap, I’m going to have to take you home.”

Kita pouts, which you press one last kiss against before finally pulling away.

“Fine,” Kita says, running a hand through your hair. “Drive safe. Don’t wait up for me.”

“I won’t,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. You stand there for a moment, leaning against his desk, then say, “Please come home. I won’t wait up, but—”

“But?” Kita prods.

Your nose crinkles, before shaking your head, “It’s nothing.”

Kita wants to know, wants to ask, but you’re already moving away. Kita ends up watching you pack the tupperwares from the dinner back into the plastic bag, and is only able to say, “Good night,” to a retreating back.

Kita sighs. Rubs his eyes, before staring blankly at his papers.

He’s thought about this before, this side of you who keeps your cards close to your chest. He wonders what it would take for you to stop hesitating. He wonders if there’s something he could do to convince you that you can.

You probably just need a little bit more time. Maybe you don't trust Kita enough just yet.

He’ll think more about it later. His brain puts its foot down for now, reminding him of the work he still had to finish tonight.

With that thought, he picks up his pen and wills his mind to forget about everything but this proposal in front of him.

He finishes way later into the night, close to midnight. A part of him wanted to sleep on his office couch, but he promised he’d come home. And promise or not, he wanted to be home.

He sped through the streets in his car, mind on auto-pilot, too weary to be thinking of anything else. He thinks he gets home in record time.

He barely remembers the ride up to their floor. Punches their code in with an absent mind. Feels his knees crack when he bends down to toe off his shoes.

He’s aching to lie down by the time he reaches the top of the staircase to his room, but he pauses when he sees light coming out of your room. The door had been left slightly ajar.

Kita frowns. You said you weren't going to wait up.

He sighs, ready to say something. Though when he enters your room, he finds you asleep.

You lie curled on the bed, hand gripping your phone tightly. Were you actually going to call? Kita wonders as he brushes the hair off of your forehead. He leans over and kisses your forehead, lips lingering for a moment.

“Thank you for bringing me dinner,” Kita whispers. “Thank you for thinking of me. I was thinking of you too.”

He pulls your phone out of your hands, plugs the charger in, and turns off the light. Shuts the door closed.

Even if you keep things from him, it’s fine. It doesn’t change the fact that you have genuine feelings for him and care for him in a way nobody has for a long, long time. Whatever it is, it’s worth waiting for, no matter how long.

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After what feels like an eternity of missing each other, you both finally manage to find some time to go out on a proper date.

Naturally, Kita is super excited for it. He makes a reservation at this famous restaurant in Shinjuku that’s earned two Michelin stars, and then plans to just walk around the streets with you. It might be a little chilly given the weather, but he thinks it would be nice to just be out.

The night starts off nicely—he got you flowers again, a gesture he’d been rewarded kisses for—and then dinner had only elevated the night. The food had been high-class, truly deserving the Michelin stars it had been awarded with.

It’s at Shinjuku that the night gets derailed, though.

They briefly stopped at a cafe to get some hot tea to drink as they found a park bench to sit on. However, after finding a nice spot, you accidentally elbows his tea out of his hands and he ends up having to buy another one.

The cafe is close enough, so he tells you that he can just go by himself and return in a couple of minutes.

When he comes back with a fresh cup of tea, he finds you with someone else.

At first, he doesn’t know what to make of it. He’s having a hard time recognizing the man you're with, because they’re wearing a dark cap and a face mask.

Kita is about to step in when hears the man say, “I miss you, Y/N.”

“You don’t have the right,” you reply, coldly.

“It’s not what you think. I know how it looks when it all went down, but it’s not what you think. You didn’t even let me explain, and you blocked my number. You said you loved me,” This stranger says, heated with despair, trying to reach for your hands.

You take a step back, not letting the man touch you, “How dare you? I loved you completely, and you ruined it. I saw everything… what else is there to say?”

“Then forgive me. We can start over,” He says, desperately, “I still love you. I’ll do anything—”

“I’m married,” you hissed, “Leave me alone. If you ever come near me again, I will ruin your career—”

This stranger doesn’t give up easily though. He grabs your wrist and says, “I don’t care if you’re married. I just want you back in my life—”

“Let go of me,” you say, trying to pull your arm away, but this man’s grip is tight, “You’re hurting me.”

Kita’s been watching this whole interaction with dread so heavy he can’t move. There’s so much here to process, he doesn’t even know where to begin. Whoever this stranger is, he’s clearly not a stranger to you. Not even close.

Whoever he is, though, he doesn’t have a right to hurt you, and it’s the pain on your face that moves him out of his spot and has him grabbing the man’s arm.

“She said you’re hurting her,” Kita says. He tries not to sound angry, but just looking at this guy has his blood boiling. “Let her go, while I’m still asking nicely.”

The man lets go, but not without asking, “Who are you?”

“I’m her husband,” Kita says, turning to you, watching as you cradle your wrist close to your chest “Are you okay?”

You nod, “It just hurts a little. But I’m fine.”

“Do you want to go home?” Kita asks, cradling your cheek.

“Yes,” you say, and that’s all Kita needs to know. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side and kissing your temple. He doesn’t even spare this not-stranger a glance as he walks you back to the car.

The walk back is silent, even though Kita is brimming with questions. He has an inkling of who that person used to be, but he’d rather hear it from you. There’s a fear that keeps him from asking though, and it’s the possibility that you might not tell him, even if he asks.

So he doesn’t ask, and you sit in silence on the way home too.

Back at home, Kita decides he’ll just give you space for the night and resolves to try to speak to you tomorrow morning.

When he tries to go to his room though, you grab his hand to stop him.

“Are you upset with me?” you ask, in a quiet, fragile voice.

“Baby, why would I be upset with you?” Kita reassures you, reaching for your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I swear I’m not.”

“Then why are you going to your room? Do you not want to sleep with me tonight?” you ask.

Kita shakes his head, “I thought that maybe you’d want some space for the night.”

“No,” you say, tugging on his hand, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Kita exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, let me just get ready for bed. I’ll join you, I promise.”

You let him go, but not before kissing him long and hard. When you pull away, there’s an unreadable look in your eyes, even as you say, “Thank you.”

Kita doesn’t know what to make of it, but he does keep his promise.

After getting ready for bed, he carefully enters your room and finds you’re already lying on the bed. There, on the left side, is the space where Kita’s taken to sleeping on. Left open for him.

He climbs in, and as has become muscle memory, your bodies naturally turn toward each other. Your head on his shoulder, arm around his waist, and legs tangled together.

“Shin,” you say after a moment. “How much did you hear?”

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Kita says, even though he’s aching to know. “I heard most of it...I think.”

“I...I don’t really want to talk about it in depth. At least not right now. Maybe not even tomorrow,” you say. You lift your head, propping yourself up with a hand on his chest, “Is that okay?”

Kita bites his lip, “Would you tell me someday?”

“Yes. I promise,” you say, sealing it with a kiss.

You pull away, resting your forehead against his. Kita nods, “I’m okay with that. Would you… tell me who that was though? So I’m not in the complete dark? I have an idea, but… I don’t want to assume.”

You nod, “That’s fair. It’s probably what you’re thinking. He’s my ex-boyfriend. We dated for three years, before I married you. It ended badly. That’s all I can say.”

Three years. That’s a long time to be with someone. The next question is out of his mouth before he can think about it, “Do you still love him?”

“God, no,” your expression twists in disgust, as if you can’t even bear the thought. Kita feels something dislodge in his chest at your answer. He’s so relieved. Your expression softens, “I wouldn’t have married you if I was still in love with him. Okay?”

“Okay,” Kita says, stroking your hair. “Let’s go to sleep.”

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Kita tries hard not to think about your ex.

Still, sometimes, he catches himself thinking about it. The hurt in your voice. The desperation in your ex’s. The three years they spent together. A relationship like that couldn’t have been anything but serious.

He knows he could probably ask Suna and be able to get answers, but he decides to trust you on it.

You promised, and someday, he’ll know.

In the meantime, he’ll focus on their relationship, and what better way to do that than to focus on preparing for your honeymoon.

Your honeymoon destination is Nami Island, South Korea, and you’re going at the heart of winter.

(When Kita had first told his friends that, he’d been met with confusion at first. Suna had frowned, Aren’t honeymoons usually somewhere hot? Somewhere tropical with beaches?

You guys could have gone to Boracay or if you wanted somewhere farther, you could have gone to the Maldives, Aran had whined. You only get married once!

Kita felt defensive at their words, Nami Island is perfect for us. It’ll be quieter and more intimate—

Oh, Aran smirked. You wanted it to be cold so your wife could hold onto you—)

Kita put a stop to that conversation fast. He wasn’t even thinking of those kinds of things. He’s sure you weren't either. You had both just wanted to be alone, a chance to forget the world and focus only on them.

They can vacation anywhere else in the future, but they can honeymoon only once. You want to make the most of it, and he feels that’s best done at a place where they can focus on them and their relationship. Forget the world. Forget their families. Forget exes and everyone else.

Just you and him.

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Almost everything is set for the honeymoon. Kita just has a couple things left to set up and arrange at work, then he should also be good to go.

One of them is submitting his request for time off.

"I'm taking time off work," Kita says, casually, handing the appropriate paperwork to his father, the CEO.

His father finally looks up from his work at that, "You know this has to go to Human Resources first, right?"

Kita sighs, pointing to the files, "It already has. And as I directly report to you, all I need is your express approval."

"Your secretary could have done this, son," His father finally grabs the files and takes a moment to read it. Kita tries not to look impatient. "Oh? You're taking time off for the honeymoon?"

"Yes," Kita answers, short. "I've cleared my schedule, assigned my responsibilities to appropriate people who can cover them, and moved forward everything that I can. In addition, I've recently secured the deal with that entertainment company you wanted me to handle."

His father raises a brow, setting the files back down on his desk, "Why are you telling me all of this? Did you think I wouldn’t let you go on your honeymoon?"

Yes, Kita thinks. There is nothing Kita hasn't received from his parents that hasn't been earned.

"Don't look at me like that," His father frowns, reading his non-response for the accusation that it is. "You always work hard and I recognize that. You've done amazing work for the company. And a honeymoon is a honeymoon. I'm surprised it took you so long to take it." More quietly, his father continues, "I'm glad you're taking it. I'm glad your marriage is going well."

Kita doesn't know what it is about his father's words that annoy him. He's never been the rebellious sort of son nor has he ever been the type of son who spoke back to their parents. But there's something about his father being glad that he's taking time off to go on his honeymoon that pricks at him.

Maybe it's the attempt at closeness. Growing up, he was never close to his father. If his father loved him, it was a love so mild Kita could have barely felt it, and it was further eclipsed by the love his mother had for him. Though that, Kita wasn't sure he could call love either.

In any case, he's twenty-eight now and his relationship with his father has barely changed. He prefers the business relationship they've cultivated. It's cleaner, less messy. He's better as a boss than a father. Now, he gives Kita what he needs.

And maybe it's because he's twenty-eight now, with all the cards shaken up and laid out on the table, that he says this, "I don't understand your surprise. The marriage is arranged, there's a lot of work to be done at the company, and you know how I am about my work."

His father looks taken aback, "Son—"

"And please," Kita says, unyielding, "you don't have to pretend you care about my marriage. If this is about what I said last time to mother's comment about the divorce—"

"No, no," His father says, pained, "Ignore your mother. You know how she is. I'm genuinely glad it's going well. I know it's arranged and our motivations for it… were more on the practical side, but it's good to see you happy."

"Happy," Kita repeats in disbelief. He looks imploringly at his father, "Isn't it a little too late for sentiments like this?"

His father gingerly stands, which Kita watches warily. When did his father grow so old like this? "My son, I know I haven't been the best father, which is something I have thought about a lot. It's something I've been hoping to correct. Shin—"

His father reaches for him, and Kita hates, hates, hates how he doesn't back away. How a part of him craves this, has always craved it.

His father pats him on the shoulder, the gesture of it awkward. If this was years ago when he was still a child, it would have been enough.

But he's twenty-eight now. He's not a child anymore. And it'll take more than this—this awkward pat on the shoulder and small words backed with no action—for Kita to forgive him.

If this relationship ever mends, it'll be on his own terms.

"You know, I didn't realize this until recently," Kita smiles, though it holds no sweetness, and his father's hand slowly drops back to his side. "But I've been an open wound all my life. And you've done nothing to fix it. You've never even acknowledged it at all. I know mother never will. I've always wondered if that's because you've never seen it, busy as you are with work. But you know what? You see it, and it kills me," his voice breaks into a whisper at the word, "that the only person who's acknowledged it properly is the stranger you married me to. And it makes me wonder if you've seen and just chose to look away. I don't know what version of the truth hurts less."

"If you want to be a good father, you have to earn it." Kita says, because a part of him will always be molded in his parent's image. His father's eyes look glassy and Kita looks away, unable to take it. Finally, he says, "Now please, could you approve my vacation paperwork?"

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They arrive at their hotel in Nami Island with bodies weary from multiple connecting journeys.

“I’m starting to rethink our honeymoon destination, babe,” you say, lugging your suitcase up the stairs, “Or at least, your decision to get us the suite on the highest floor.”

Kita snorts, “Maybe if you worked out with me, you wouldn’t be struggling. Do you need some help?”

“No, I got it,” you say, but you stop on the step you’re on to catch your breath, “I can do this. Just stay there and look sexy, so I have motivation to keep climbing.”

Kita shakes his head, watching you carry your suitcase with so much determination you’d think you were saving the world or something. You finally make it to the top and give Kita a smug look, as if to say, see, I could do it!

Kita puts his arm around your shoulders and squeezes. “Good job,” He teases.

You lean your head on his shoulder and pucker your lips, “Thank you, now give me a kiss.”

“You never miss an opportunity, huh?” Kita says, giving you a quick smooch that causes you to whine. “Let’s kiss later. We haven’t even made it to our rooms yet. Come on.”

Their suite is pretty easy to find, since he booked the penthouse suite. He swipes their room cards and goes in.

Kita has stayed at a lot of expensive hotels, often in different countries, so he’s a bit used to beautiful, ostentatious accommodations. But as they walk into their suite, as he’s greeted by beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows that present snowy views of Nami Island, he’s admittedly breathless at the view.

You leave your suitcase by the door and rush to the windows. “This is super nice,” you say, turning back to him. “Tell our vacation planner that they did a good job.”

“I picked this place!” Kita rolls his eyes, as he closes the door behind him. “He did help, but I chose a lot of it.”

You walk back to him, arms wrapping around his waist. “Oh yeah?” You coo, “You did so good, baby.”

Kita runs a hand through his hair, feeling pleased, “It is super nice, right?”

You laugh, “Yes, an A plus for you.”

“Oh, I love that,” Kita nodding, seriously, “Keep giving me these grades. They’re music to my ears.”

You smack his shoulder, letting him go. “Stop that! I am not encouraging this.” You walk away, grabbing your suitcase, “I’m going to go check out our bedroom.”

Kita laughs, following behind you, only to see you stop in your tracks. “Why’d you stop?”

You turn to him, looking so betrayed. “Shin. How could you?”

“How could I what?”

You gape at him with disbelief, pointing to a room, “What is this?”

“What is what? Babe, use more words.”

You point to another room, unimpressed. “Why are there two rooms? Are we sleeping separately?”

Kita’s brows knit together, “We can if you want?”

“Why is that even an option?” You narrow your eyes, “This is a honeymoon, Shin. You’re so stupid. You get an F for this.”

You make an agonized noise, before stalking into one room and throwing yourself on the bed.

It takes a promise of a thousand kisses and a half (please don’t ask about the negotiations process) for you to forgive him.

“I’m sorry I gave you an F,” you say, in between kisses. You look too pleased for someone who was pinned down and tickled into submission. “You’re not stupid. I overreacted. You were just being considerate. Besides, it’s an easy fix. We’ll just use one bed.”

“You’re so awful,” Kita manages to get out, before you pull him back in for another kiss. You’re insatiable today. When he manages to pull away, long enough to catch his breath, he says, “It’s literally just how we have it at home.”

You raise a brow, “Yes, and we are not at home.”

Kita gets off you, rolling on his back and gets a glance of the world outside their window. All he can see is white snow. It really does feel like they’re the only two in the world.

He grabs your hand and presses a kiss to it, turning to you once again, “No. We’re definitely not.”

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Maybe they call it a honeymoon because it’s a moon’s worth of sweetness packed in such a short period of time.

With you threatening to throw his phone out of his window if he even dares to check his work email, he ends up fully checked out of work.

Their days usually begin like this:

They wake up and just do whatever they want. If they wake up early, they spend the morning tangled up in each other before hauling themselves out of bed for breakfast. If they wake up late (which is really mostly just Kita being held captive by you cuddling him until you’re ready to wake up), they get room service for breakfast and get ready to hit the slopes.

Each successive day they spend in Nami Island, they try hard to level up their skiing skills. They humble themselves to the kiddie slopes on the very first day, cheering and laughing at each other’s successes and losses.

Some days, when they want a break from skiing, they take their time and explore the surrounding villages in the area. There’s some small but highly regarded restaurants that they try. There’s even cute little souvenir shops that they can peruse.

When they take a break like this, it’s usually because their bodies are sore and aching from the previous day’s activity. For that, the town also has something to offer: a spa. They book full body massages and it feels like heaven on earth, relaxing as they’re surrounded only by the trees. The pain and the stress—from almost everything—melts away. They don’t remember any other time they’ve felt more relaxed.

And whether they’re ending the day tired or relaxed, the one constant is this: they always welcome the night happy.

Some nights, they watch a movie until they fall asleep. Some nights, their bodies are so tired they fall right into it the moment they get into bed.

Some nights their bodies are thrumming with too much energy. They lie there, holding each other in silence long past after even the movie credits have ended.

Nights like these, they talk.

"Tell me something I don't know about you," you say, listening to the beat of his heart. "A secret or just something you've never told anyone."

"When I was younger," Kita says, feeling himself sink into the past, "I had this dream that I would get away from my life somehow. Nevermind that I'm the heir to my parent's fortunes and dreams, I had plans upon plans. I would leave everything behind and start a new life in the UK when I went for university. I would make my own name and I'd do whatever the hell I want. Date whoever without wondering if their name would pass my mother's approval. I'd have a new family, new dreams, new life."

"What happened to those plans?" You ask against his chest, arms tightening around his waist, as if Kita would go through with those plans now and fly away.

Kita shrugs, "Time, I guess? I got so busy focusing on pleasing my parents, on working hard to meet their approval, that I lost sight of anything else. I kept saying someday, someday, and then I got older and I got scared. What if I was free but I was nothing? What if I got away but I was more miserable? I was a bird in a cage with its door open, but the cage felt like home. I don’t know… looking back now, I was only twenty then, but I felt so old already. I came back home when I was twenty-three.”

"Twenty-three is still super young," you comment.

"Compared to the twenty-eight that I am now, yes," Kita agrees, "But back then I felt like my life was already made with bricks. Built. Unchangeable. Unmoveable. Like this was it and there was nothing I could do about it. That it's too late to do anything. Which was crushing, you know? Everybody else had this nice childhood where they got to do whatever they wanted. Youth was supposed to be the most beautiful moment of your life, but nobody ever tells you what to do when you don't get the chance to make it beautiful. It's not fair."

There's an undeniable hurt that slips into his voice, and at that, you pull yourself up to a sitting position, and Kita has to look up at you.

"Babe," you frown, "Tell me you still don't think this way."

Kita tries to smile for you, tries to lighten it up, "It's not that I'm unhappy. Like, I have you and we're on our honeymoon and baby, I love this—" you lean down to kiss him and Kita meets you halfway and takes and takes whatever you have to give.

"I just want you happy," you say when you pull away. Your voice aches like Kita’s pain is your own. "I know we can't always be, but I don't ever want you to feel trapped. I don't ever want to make you feel like the way your parents made you feel."

"You don't. You never have," Kita holds your hand and presses a kiss against the back of it. "I just think about the past sometimes and wonder how I would have turned out if I did everything like I intended to. If I wasn't so scared. I just feel like I missed out on something big when I was younger, and I just mourn the loss every now and then. It doesn't mean I'm not happy with you right now, but it really makes you think, right?"

Your frown looks heavy, like you’re the one holding all of Kita's pain.

After a moment, you say, "I used to believe that youth was special and extraordinarily beautiful too. Everything was new and I think there's a certain beauty to that. That even in our struggle, we were so beautiful. Looking back on it now, I don't think that's true. And the older I get, the more I'm convinced that the people who believe that peaked in high school or university. I think our youth could be beautiful, but I don't understand how other ages of our life couldn't be beautiful either. I don't think happiness or beauty could be measured or compared. The flavor of it is just different."

You sigh, "I just… think it's sad if youth was the peak. Life is so long. And I think you're so valid to be sad over the loss, but also, I hope you're more comforted by the fact that better things can and will come."

Your words are a comfort, in the same way that everything else about you is too. And for the moment, he is comforted, but he knows himself, knows the routines his brain loves to lean into when he's tired and low and feeling the loneliest color of blue in the world. So he says, "I am comforted, but if I forget, could you just remind me?"

"Oh, Shin," you lean down again and kiss him on the forehead, and Kita nearly cries at the tenderness of it. "We'll make so many good and beautiful memories that I won't have to. But if you forget, just tell me, and I'll hold you like this and remind you again and again."

It’s moments like this that make Kita feel like all the pain of the past has been worth it. His early life had been cold like winter, but it doesn’t hurt as much knowing it gave him you, something as bright as the lemons and oranges that were born during the harshest season of the earth.

Because even now, with snow falling heavily around the tiny home they’ve built around each other, he feels perfectly warm.

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For all their emphasis on being in a more secluded honeymoon destination, they do end up spontaneously deciding to spend the night in Seoul.

They leave early in the morning, taking only one suitcase with them filled with enough clothes to get them through the trip. They’re coming back to Nami Island after all.

It’s nearly a two hour train ride to Seoul from there. Two hours is a long time, which they spend either asleep or just staring out the window, watching the world outside pass by in a blur of whites and blues. You fall asleep within the first ten minutes, head lolling about until Kita presses it against his shoulder.

He eventually falls asleep too, with your hands in his lap and the sight of your rings glinting under the soft morning light in his mind.

Once their train arrives at the station, they’re woken up by the conductor’s announcement.

They stand outside the station, watching their breaths mingle with the air. You shiver, even though your body is wrapped up in a fluffy coat and your neck is hidden by a thick scarf and your hands are kept warm by mittens. You burrow yourself by Kita’s side, and maybe now, Kita can admit that Aran was partly right.

He does want it to be cold, so that his wife could hold onto him like this.

“Did you find us a place?” You ask. “Maybe we should have thought this through a little more.”

Kita turns to you, “Oh, now you want to be less impulsive. What did you say last night? Shin, we’ll figure it out. Stop overthinking it like a hag.”

You pout, “Because I was cold! And you were on your phone, far away, and not paying attention to me. What was I supposed to do?”

“How old are you, darling?” Kita pinches your cheek. They turn pinker at the squeeze. “I can’t believe you bullied me into this. We didn’t even book a hotel. What if they’re all fully booked?”

“They won’t be,” you say, pushing his hand away and rubbing your cheek. “I’m just complaining right now because it’s cold. You’re not stressed, are you?”

Kita wasn’t, but now that the possibility of not finding a hotel is brought up, he finds that yes, he is a little stressed. What would they do?

“You are!” you shake your head, “Don’t be, babe. Hand me your phone. I’ll handle it.”

And you do handle it, even if you have to take off your mitten to work the phone and you have to blow on your hands to warm them up. It doesn’t even take you that long to find a place to stay.

“Here,” you say, handing his phone back to him. “Let’s quickly get a taxi so we can drop off our luggage and go exploring.”

“Hey,” Kita says and waits for you to turn to him before he presses a kiss to your cheek.

You blink, “What was that for?”

Kita shrugs, averting his eyes, “I don’t know. For taking care of me, I guess.”

You soften, “It’s nothing. You would do the same for me.”

It’s easy from there. They check-in at their hotel to drop off their luggage. From then on, it’s an exercise in spontaneity led by you, who claims that all Kita has to worry about is holding your hand.

And what does a day trip led by you look like?

It’s pretty fun. They take the train to get to the center of the city and then they begin to explore starting there. They’re both well-traveled and have seen more tourist spots than either one can bear, so they spend their day just walking around. It’s a nice way to discover a city without the burden of having to see certain sights just because they’re supposedly famous.

This way, they end up stumbling into a variety of things. First of which is an honest-to-god Snow Festival that neither of them knew was happening but are super stoked about. It’s an amazing parade of ice sculptures, and they go around and try to decide which one they think is the best. Kita thinks the best one is the sculpture of an actual temple. It looks too real and detailed not to be the best. You think the sculpture of Pikachu is the best. When Kita asks why, you say it’s because it evokes an emotional response from the heart. Kita thinks you chose it just because you think it’s cute.

Another thing they stumble upon is this amazing restaurant for jjajangmyeon. It’s tucked in behind an alley and they only find it because of the line beginning to gather outside it. It’s a gem of a find; it’s amazingly savory, the combination of the salt coming from the sauce and the tender meat. It’s so good he even risks the threat of murder by stealing a slice of pork from your bowl.

After that, they end up topping off their lunch with a trip to confectionary factory. You had pulled him towards it with starry eyes, and Kita was powerless to refuse. They take their time exploring the place, watching experts make chocolate and letting themselves be your sweet tooth craves it. He lets you feed him some, and they’re pretty good. But that’s probably only because you’re the one feeding him.

And because the world is small, they stumble into someone he knows too.

“Kita Shinsuke!” He hears someone call him as he’s waiting for you to come out of the restroom.

He’s wrapped in a hug before he can even process who it is. The person pulls away and to say he’s shocked is an understatement, “Ichika?”

“Shin,” the woman smiles brightly, taking him in. “You look good. I did a double-take just now, because I thought I saw someone familiar. And I was right! Don’t know anybody else this tall and good-looking.”

“Ichika,” He says, embarrassed. She’s always been so direct, and he sees that she hasn’t changed. Same old Ichika, with her sharp hair cut short and sharper personality.

She hits him on the shoulder, “You haven’t changed! Still can’t take a compliment without wanting to die, huh? How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine,” Kita says vaguely, not wanting to get into a full blown catch-up in the middle of a street, “What about you? What are you doing here?”

Ichika sighs, running her hands through her hair, “I’ve been so busy. You know how it is in the fashion industry, it’s always about trying to chase the new thing. Being ahead of the future, so that we can set the trends.”

“Same job, then?” Kita asks, “Still working for that fashion boutique company?”

“Yup,” Ichika nods, before smiling slyly at him, “Unless… you have a spot at yours?”

Kita laughs, “You really, really haven’t changed. I’ll see if anything’s open, just send me an email in case I forget.”

Ichika exclaims, “An email? Kita Shinsuke, am I dirt to you?” She pulls out her phone, “I am not sending a work email to you. That’s weird. Is your number still the same?”

“I thought you deleted my number,” Kita raises a brow.

“I was just kidding when I said that. Is that why you never bothered texting me?” Ichika narrows her eyes. She sighs looking away, “I… understood why you did it. It was decent of you to let me know.” She looks back at him with a considering glance, “I’m still fond of you… Shin, if you ever change your mind—”

“Ichika-kun,” Kita shakes his head, uncomfortable at where her next words were about to lead. “I’m married now.”

She pouts at him, “I said if you ever change your mind later. In any case, we should definitely catch up. How long are you in Seoul?”

How does Kita respond to this without leading her on? Before he can come up with an answer, he hears somebody else call his name, “Shin!”

He turns and he sees you walking up to him with a bright smile on your face, grabbing a hold of his arm, before turning to Ichika,  “Oh, hello.”

Ichika smiles, “You must be the wife.”

“Yup, that’s me,” you chirp. You don't extend a hand when you introduce yourself, “Kita Y/N. And who are you?”

“Sato Ichika,” she introduces, though she glances at Kita when she says that. “Kita’s old friend. Just saw him as I was walking around and thought, what a coincidence.”

“Ah, Shin has never mentioned you,” you pout at him, “Any friend of Shin’s is a friend of mine. Are you busy? Would you like to have dinner together? I would love to get to know you more.”

Kita is praying Ichika says no, and for once, his prayers are answered. She smiles politely, “Sorry, I’ve got plans tonight already. Maybe some other time. It was nice meeting you, Y/N. Shin, it’s really good to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you too,” Kita says, feeling like he dodged a bullet when they say their goodbyes.

But as the day goes on, it doesn’t feel that way.

Your bright demeanor darkens, like the sky as its sun sets slowly but surely in the horizon. Kita doesn’t feel anything amiss at first.

You talk to him like nothing’s wrong, laugh at all the right things, and hold onto him tight. But by the time they get to dinner, you’re playing with your food, which doesn’t feel right. You’ve both been walking around all day, so you should be famished.

But when he asks you what’s wrong, all he gets is this: “I’m just tired, Shin. Do you think we can go back to our hotel room?”

Even then, he tries not to read into it. It makes sense that one would be tired, but when he tries to kiss you on the lips, you turn your head and his mouth awkwardly lands on your cheek.

And when they get back to the hotel room, you immediately pull away, making a bee line for your clothes and entering the bathroom with a few bare words.

You’d been fine, Kita thinks, until Jiwoo. Fuck, how much did you hear? Kita replays that conversation back, but thinks it’s fine? He had drawn the line clearly with her. Besides, if you had problems with it, you wouldn’t have invited her for dinner. You would have told Kita immediately if anything was wrong, so maybe that’s not it.

But if not that, then what?

Kita doesn’t remember doing anything wrong. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t do anything wrong either. He’s about to tear his hair out when you step out of the bathroom in pajamas and eyes a watery red.

“Baby,” Kita stands up immediately, feeling like his heart’s been pierced through, “What’s wrong? Were you crying?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say, hiding your face by drying your hair with a towel.

Kita understands the need for space. He does, he really does. And any other time, he’d give it, but every part of him says this is something they shouldn’t sleep on. Especially when he feels like he’s the cause of it. He walks up to you, bending low to make eye contact, and says, “Y/N, I think we should talk about it.”

“Not right now,” you say, moving away again to avoid his gaze.

“Then when?” Kita asks, wanting to plead, don’t pull away, not from me.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, sounding tired and weary and a little bit of something else. Frustrated, maybe, but Kita can’t tell for sure. It feels like you’re closing up, with every step he takes. “Just leave it.”

Kita bites his lip, “Is it something I did? You—”

“Shinsuke.” you say. His name has never sounded so harsh coming out of your mouth. “I said to just leave it.”

You start stalking away to the other side of the room, and Kita can’t help but follow, grabbing a hold of your hand. But it’s barely in his grasp, before you take it away from him.

It reminds him of how easily good things can slip away in the span of a moment, and something desperate claws its way through him, “Don’t walk away from me, please. Y/N, come on—”

“God,” you angrily cursed as you whirl around to face him, “Can you please leave me alone for a second? Can you leave me to just process this before we talk about this? Can’t you see that I’m trying hard to be composed about this?”

Again, if it were anything else, Kita would. But he feels so strongly in his gut that this will only fester if he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want you to go to bed angry at him, especially when he doesn’t even know what you’re angry about.

“What are you trying to process?” Kita says, wanting to tear his hair out. “I’m hoping it’s not this, but I can’t think of anything else. Is this about Ichika-kun?”

You give him a withering look, “Ichika-kun?”

“Yes!” Kita confirms, eyes widening in disbelief at your tone. “Are you jealous? Is that it? Y/N, we’re married.”

“That’s not what it looked like back there,” you cross yout arms, looking away.

Kita frowns, “She’s just a friend.”

You scoff, “She’s not just your friend. She’s literally your ex-girlfriend. Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think I didn’t hear her ask for your number? That she wasn’t inviting you out even though she knew you were already married?”

“So, you did hear that,” Kita says, which ends up being the completely wrong thing to say because it just darkens your expression even more. “How… did you know she was my ex?”

“You might not have cared who you were going to marry, but I did,” you say, like the reminder pains you. “I told you. I did my research. And that’s the last person you dated before you married me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Kita swallows, “Because… I thought it didn’t matter. It was a good break-up and we promised to stay as friends.”

You don't say anything to that for an agonizing moment, before nodding. That’s all you do though, and it’s just not enough.

“You have no reason to be jealous,” Kita says, wanting badly to reach out and touch you. He doesn’t think you would let him though. “I promise. Don’t be. I’m yours.”

“You say that now,” you say, sounding out of reach. “But maybe later, you’ll feel differently. I mean, it’s not like you wanted to marry me in the first place. I knew that from the very beginning and I still fell for you. I still fell hard enough that I excused the fact that I’m always the one making the first move, that I always have to pull what you want out of you. I used to get scared of making requests of you, because I didn’t want you to say yes just to please me. What if your mother told you to keep me happy, so this marriage wouldn’t fall through? Am I forcing you into this? Maybe,” you swallow, shaking, “you don’t want to be with your ex, but maybe there’s somebody else you want to give your heart to? Is that something I should be worried about? Is there going to be other people in this marriage—”

“Baby, no,” Kita says with horror, grabbing a hold of your hands and trying to unfurl them from the fists they’d become.

You continue, as if you didn’t hear him, gaze hard and intolerable, “If there’s going to be other people, you have to let me know now. I don’t care if this marriage is arranged. I don’t care if it’ll plunge your parents’ or mine’s companies into bankruptcy. I’ve been cheated on and used for my parents’ name before and I refuse to suffer through that again. If you put me through that, I will leave you and take half of your assets.”

Kita barely even knows where to begin. There’s so much to parse through with what you’ve said, but he figures he’ll start with the words that stand out the most, “You’ve been cheated on?”

You don't answer. But you don't need to. Your silence speaks of shame, and Kita can hear it clearly. Slowly, the pieces come together and create a picture that starts making sense.

“Your ex,” Kita says, “That one we met. That one you didn’t want to talk about. He’s the one who cheated on you.”

You nods, and the confirmation fills Kita with the understanding of why good people commit murder. Right there and then, Kita wishes he had asked Suna for all the information he could get on your ex. He wishes he had punched the guy when he’d seen him.

But this isn’t about how Kita feels right now. This is about you and how scared you feel that Kita might do the same thing.

“I’m sorry that he did that to you,” Kita says, cupping your cheeks, “Nobody deserves to be cheated on, least of all you.”

You blink and a tear slips out. Kita wipes it with his thumb, and somehow, it’s that gesture that breaks you down. “I’m sorry,” you cry.

This time, Kita doesn’t hesitate to gather you in his arms. He holds you, stroking the back of your head until your tears subside. And when you’re done, he doesn’t mention how tight your hold on his shirt is. He doesn’t mention his tear-soaked shoulder. He doesn’t say anything at all until you break the silence.

With your flushed cheeks and red nose, you tell him, “Shin, I promise I’m not in love with him.”

Kita makes a surprised noise, “I know. I believe you.”

“I don’t know why it still hurts. I’ve moved on from this. I’m over him,” you say, “I swear I am.”

“And I believe you,” Kita stresses, “I wish it didn’t hurt you still, but I understand if it still does. Even if you’re over him. That kind of thing, that kind of hurt almost always outlasts the event. Do… do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh, “Yeah...yeah, I think you should know.”

They sit on their bed, and Kita waits patiently for you to begin, “I don’t know how much you know about him, but he’s an idol. He’s the reason I became really popular actually, because he was a fan of my work and he spoke about it on social media. Anyway, because he’s an idol, we had to keep it a secret that we were dating and that went on the whole time we were together. But on New Year’s, Dispatch came out with this story that he was in a relationship, with evidence and everything,” you smile bitterly at him, “It was with someone else, another idol, and I thought at first that maybe it was a mistake, but their companies went ahead and confirmed it too. They’re both really popular, so their fans were actually super happy for them. I…  met up with him only once after, to properly break up with him and give him back everything he ever gave me. And then I never talked to him again, until we saw him at Shinjuku.”

“I really thought I’ve moved on from it, but today, seeing you with your ex, I just lost my mind,” you say with a frown, “At first, I was just annoyed because how can she just say that when you’re already married and act perfectly normal when talking to me. But then, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And the more I thought about it, the more I spiraled until I couldn’t see straight and all I could think about was the possibility that you’d leave me for somebody else too.”

He grabs ahold of your hand, both of which were clenched by your sides, and unfurls your fingers so that he can hold them. “You have to know that there’s not going to be anybody else. I don’t know how much words mean to you right now, but I swear to you on everything that I have, it’s just you. And just in case it needs to be said, I wouldn’t want you to bring anybody else into our marriage. I don’t want an open relationship. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes,” you say, sounding and looking so small. Kita wants to hold you again. “Is there anything else you want? For us?”

Your question reminds Kita of what you’d said earlier, “What I want… I don’t know what I want fully. I just know that I want you, and I’m sorry if you feel like you’re always the one making the first move,” Kita pauses, trying to find the right words to say, “I’m still learning to be okay with chasing after what I want. To actually voice it out. But I’m trying really, really hard.”

Kita sighs, squeezing your hands, “And I’m not doing that for my parents. I’m doing that for you, because you mean so much to me.”

And if Kita’s being honest, he’s doing it for himself too. When you grow up with parents who never seem to love you unless you’re doing well, you grow up with the idea that you’re only wanted when you please someone.

But you have never made him feel that way. You always make Kita tell you what he wants first, before saying anything. And it’s not about pleasing you so that you would want him. It’s about reciprocating the gesture, so that the person he cherishes is happy too. And he loves that he gets to practice that here, that he gets to prove to his younger self who was so convinced he’d been cursed because his parents never taught him how to love that he absolutely can. You’re not ruined, he wants to say.

His words seem to have thawed you completely. “Shin,” you say, touched.

“Come here,” Kita says, patting his lap and you climb on without hesitation. Kita lets you straddle his lap, simply wrapping his arms around your waist, just as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. This, Kita thinks, this is how close we should always be.

“I’m sorry again,” you say, “For blowing up on you. I just got scared. I shouldn’t have thrown the fact that you didn’t want to marry me when I know how it’s been for you with your parents. This is an arranged marriage, it was for my name—”

Kita cuts you off, “It doesn’t matter how it started, because what I feel for you right now has nothing to do with your family’s name. It’s purely just you. I love coming home to you for dinner. I love doing all sorts of fun things with you on the weekends. I like going to bed with you. I even worked super hard to get this much time off work, so we can spend all this time together on our honeymoon. You’ve upended my sad life and made it happy, Y/N. You, and only you.”

You sniff, hiding your face against Kita’s shoulder, “I’m going to cry again. Maybe you should keep holding your feelings in. It’s not good for my heart to hear you say all of that. I’m embarrassed.”

Kita laughs like a child at your words, wholeheartedly endeared. You lift your head at the sound, and Kita settles at the sight of your face. Your nose is still red, your eyes are puffy, the whole of you looks tender, and still—you’re the most beautiful thing Kita’s ever seen. “Can I kiss you?”

“No,” you say, immediately covering your face, “I look ugly right now.”

“Are you fishing for compliments right now?” Kita raises a brow, “I know that you know that you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“But I was crying just now,” you reason, peeking between the spaces of your fingers, “I can’t believe you saw me ugly. You should only see my good side, Shin.”

Kita helplessly sighs, slowly unfurling your hands from your face, uncovering you like a rose, petal by petal, and says, “But what can I do? I want every part of you.”

And then he kisses your red mouth tender until you completely understand just how much Kita wants you.

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It’s in the morning after that it hits him.

Maybe it’s the way he wakes up—sleep-drenched and kiss-drunk and to your beautiful face. Maybe it’s the emotional night they just had. Maybe it’s just the natural culmination of every day and every night they’ve spent together since their wedding, but he wakes up today and just knows.

He rains kisses on your face, from your forehead to your temples to your nose to your cheeks until he reaches the endless road to your mouth.

You wake up giggling, hand pushing his face away, “Let me sleep, please, please, please. You can’t expect me to sleep late and wake up early to entertain you.”

Kita pretends to think about it and then says, “I’ll consider it if you give me a kiss.”

“Demanding,” you comment with a shake of your head. Kita only puckers his lips as a response. You groan, hold him by the chin and give him a kiss. “There. Happy?”

“Sooooo happy,” Kita dives in for more kisses, until he can’t kiss you anymore because you’re both too busy laughing.

When he settles down and you’re still mid-beam, he feels it so strongly in his chest. Without thinking, he says, “Y/N, I think I’m in love with you.”

“You, uh, what?” You sputter with wide eyes.

“No, not I think,” Kita pushes forward, grabbing both of your hands and holding them to his chest, “Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

You breathe, looking at him like you’re seeing him for the first time, “Shin, I—”

And Kita waits and waits with bated breath until he realizes that you might not feel the same just yet.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” Kita reassures you, but he winces when he realizes that disappointment has seeped in his voice.

“Shinsuke,” You say, looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes, before burying your head into his chest.

Kita sighs, threading his hand down the back of your head. “It really is okay. I’m sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking and I just said what I felt because I woke up and just knew.”

You peek up at him with a frown, “Don’t apologize for being in love with me. I… I like you a lot and I care for you a lot and I adore you a lot. And I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was just surprised. I just thought that if we were to ever get there, I would get there first. I didn’t expect you…”

“You didn’t expect that I’d be there already?” Kita asks. “I’m glad I can surprise you too. But is it really surprising? Who wouldn’t fall for you?”

“Stop it…” you say, embarrassed to the point where you’re hiding your face again.

Kita laughs, not letting you hide. “You’ve been so shy lately. Last night too. Where’s my wife and her hubris so high it could reach Olympus?”

“What happened to my husband? I miss him. Where did you hide him? He was so cute and earnest,” you lament. You frown at him, “You’re so lucky I like you so much, you bastard, it drives me crazy sometimes…”

Kita closes his eyes, pretending to savor his words, “I like you so much, you bastard, that sounds almost as sweet as I love you.”

You smack him, “Shut up! Stop embarrassing me—”

Kita laughs, managing to catch your wrist before your hand could get another swipe in, “Stop hitting me. I’m literally in love with you. Baby, I love you—”

The reminder stuns you to silence, your whole face blossoming red. Kita softens, “Let me be sincere, even if it’s embarrassing for both of us. I love you and it really is okay if it takes you a while to catch up. Let me lead in our relationship for once, okay?”

You nod, “I’m almost there anyway. Just wait for me.”

“Oh yeah?” Kita bites his lip. “How close is almost there?”

“Shin!” you admonish, “I thought you said it’s fine if it takes me a while.”

“It is!” Kita says, “I just want to know how far you are from my heart. And also if I can do anything to help you get there faster.”

You press yourself against him, curl your leg around his hip, face close, mouths a breath apart, “I’m this close. Just love me as you are. And I’ll get there soon enough.”

“Okay,” Kita says, against your lips, “I can do that.”

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Eventually, their honeymoon ends and they're due for their flight back home.

You're lying in the bed while Kita tries to finish packing his clothes.

"I don't want to go home," you say, voice coming out muffled from having your face squished into a pillow.

"Me neither," Kita says, steadily folding his clothes, "But we have to. We've already extended a couple days. Time to face reality again, babe."

You roll dramatically to the edge of the bed, where you easily poke Kita's back with your foot, "It's like you're excited to go back home."

Kita rolls his eyes, turning to you, "I literally just said I don't want to go back either."

You continue, all forlorn like you didn't hear a single thing that he said, "Going back to being my husband's side hoe. He's coming home to his real first love, his work."

"You're ridiculous," Kita laughs. "Remember when I came home expecting cuddles, but you decided to put your work first instead of me."

"Yes, that's because you're also my side hoe," You lie on his side, propping your head up with your hand. You look at him, like you’re appraising a painting, and say, "My pretty, pretty side hoe. You should let me paint you some time. I swear you could have been a model in another life."

Kita flushes at the compliment, feeling pink and pleased, "You think so?"

You covers your face, "You're so fucking cute when you get shy." you demand, "Come here. Come here right now and kiss the love of your life."

Kita wishes they were still at that part of their relationship (which was a couple nights ago) where you would get embarrassed at hearing I love you. Here they are now, with you unable to go a single moment without bringing it up. The audacity of this woman.

"Just for that, I'm going to continue packing," Kita turns back to his clothes. He's almost done with it anyway.

"Babe!" You whine, but Kita doesn't budge, "Y/N come here. This is really cutting into our cuddle time. We could both be done at the same time, but then I'm going to be done while you're going to have to still pack your stuff. Which really isn't ideal."

You stay silent for a moment, considering his words, before you say, "Fine. You make a great point."

You finally get out of bed and grab the suitcase you’ve been storing in the other room and then carry all your clothes into your current room as well. "Still can't believe you got two rooms. What a waste of money," You say, shaking your head as you open up the suitcase.

"You are not bringing this up again," Kita knows he will never live this down. He's sure he'll hear about this from his friends too, because you’ve decided Aran is your new best friend and doesn't know how to keep a secret. "I was just giving you options."

You hum, "Uhuh… we were already sleeping together in the same bed every night. Why would I suddenly choose to sleep in a different bed with you on our honeymoon?" At Kita's non-response, you sigh, "What am I gonna do with you, Kita Shinsuke? Are we gonna go back home and sleep in separate beds too?"

"You're so terrible," Kita says, throwing a dirty sock at your face. "As if you can sleep without me."

You narrowly dodge the sock and huff, "It's not my fault you're so warm." You throw the sock back at Kita, who doesn't dodge on time. Sometimes, the world wants to see you suffer.

You clear your throat, "By the way… I was thinking about how we should talk about our separate rooms back home. It's kind of odd to be talking about this, you know… considering we're married and all..."

"It's okay, this isn't really a conventional relationship." Kita reaches for your hand and holds it. "I do want us to share the same room. I can move my stuff around in my room, you can redecorate to however you want it—"

You gasp audibly, "Why not move to my room?"

"Well," Kita starts, "because my bed is bigger, and my room is bigger."

You raise a brow, "Then why do we always sleep in my room?"

"Because we always end up there," Kita shrugs, "Because you always pull me in and I can't say no to you. Because I really like the vibes of your room. Take your pick."

"Then why are we moving to your room?" You cross your arms over your chest.

"So we can combine our stuff in one place and have enough space for it," Kita explains, "Come on, wouldn't it be nicer to have a bigger bed?"

You roll your eyes, "My bed is barely smaller than yours. But… fine. I'll move in with you."

"Yay," Kita leans over and smooches your cheek. "Thank you. Love you."

Whatever frown you wear disappears, smoothed over by simple words. Looking at your small but unmissable smile, Kita thinks he should take back his previous statement. There's nothing to miss about you being embarrassed about hearing I love you. Not when you’re this happy hearing it. Not when you’re this pleased to know you’re married to someone who loves you.

Not when you’re here, ready to say I love you — something for Kita to look forward to.

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They go home.

Their honeymoon begins to feel like a distant dream, but it’s alright. Life comes together so beautifully after that.

His days begin to blur into each other like this, hues of work and home all blending into contentment, until one day those days turn into months, and he realizes he’s happy.

And there’s so many reasons for it:

There’s going home to a warm meal, a beautiful home, and a wife whom he loves.

There’s the weekends, where they take trips to far out places just because they can.

There’s dinners, group dates, outings, and even weddings with their friends.

There’s new traditions, like decorating their home in red and green and hanging up a tree for Christmas. It includes suffering through insufferable dinners together with his family, and being overwhelmed at the welcome he receives at yours. It includes exchanging gifts and realizing how well you’ve come to know each other, how far you’ve come.

There’s New Year’s too, when their friends somehow convince them to throw a party.

This, Kita hopes, doesn’t become a tradition. It’s fun but loud and involves more people at their home than expected.

In the middle of decadent cakes and champagne, of fireworks and New Year’s Eve countdowns, there’s you wrapping your arms around his waist, whispering into his ear: people say you’ll spend the rest of the year with the person you kiss when the clock strikes twelve, and then proceeding to kiss him stupid.

This, he hopes, becomes a tradition.

There’s birthdays too, and the first birthday they celebrate together is yours.

He throws a little dinner party for that too, at some beautiful rooftop in Tokyo, with the city glimmering around them.

It’s unfortunate that there were no stars visible in the sky, but seeing you, surrounded by family and friends, more than makes up for it.

You both go home, half-stumbling, tipsy on champagne and happiness.

“Baby,” Kita says as he tries to input the house code while trying to support your weight, “You’re not only getting older but heavier.”

“Stop reminding me I’m old. I’m still young and sexy,” you complain. “Besides, you’re the one that’s almost thirty.”

Kita laughs, “Hey, this isn’t about me. This is about you. And the fact that you’re twenty-eight. That’s real late twenties. Remember when you were comforting me with the fact that there’s beauty in all ages?”

“Okay, I know what I said,” You stand upright, looking so seriously sober Kita wonders if this mini existential crisis absorbed all the alcohol in your body. “But I really can’t pretend to not be a real adult anymore, you know?”

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart,” Kita pushes the door open and in they go, “But you’re not only twenty-seven, you also have a career and you’re married. I think you’ve been a real adult for the past couple of years. Just because you stay up until three in the morning while I’m asleep doesn’t change that.”

You stare at him, “How do you know I do that? I make sure to put a pillow in your arms, so you don’t notice.”

Kita stares right back, unimpressed, “You think a pillow could replace you?”

You suddenly look very, very pleased with that statement, “You’re unreal. Stop flirting with me.”

“You always say that when you want me to continue,” Kita rolls his eyes, “I know you so well.”

You sigh, the sound of it sweet. “Yeah, you do.”

And then after a beat:

“You know what,” you say, like you just thought of it randomly as they’re taking off their shoes and putting their slippers on, “I love being married to you.”

It’s not an “I love you” by any means, but god, does it feel like one.

The words unmoor him, has him steadying himself against the wall, his socked feet halfway in his slippers. When he manages to find his voice, it comes out thick with emotion, “You mean that?”

Upon hearing his voice, you turn to look at him, frowning when you meet his eyes, “Of course I do. Listen, we’re still at the beginning and the road ahead is long, but I love that it’s you I’m doing this with. Didn’t I tell you that I chose well?”

“Mhmm,” Kita nods, his hand coming up to hide his face. “You did,” He says, wetly.

“Are you crying?” you say, voice coming down to a whisper, the way adults usually do with crying children.

Kita hates feeling like a child, hates being treated like one even more, but he finds that he doesn’t take offense at the way you’re talking softly like this.

Maybe it’s the way this hurt you’re soothing is as old as a small child. Maybe it’s the way your words pierce through time, straight through to the child Kita once was, the one that wanted to be loved just the way he was.

Either way, there’s a weight lifted off his chest—unbearably heavy but unnoticed until it was gone. How long did he bear it?

Kita rubs his nose, sniffling as he does, “It’s nothing. I’m just really happy you said that.”

You wrap him in your arms, letting Kita bury his face against your shoulder, softly rubbing his back as you say, “I got lucky with you. I don’t know how I managed to pick someone with a heart so big and rare. Someone who’s also talented and driven and smart. I don’t know.”

Kita feels the same. He got lucky and he doesn’t know why.

But maybe it’s not about deserving. Maybe that part doesn’t even matter at all.

All he knows is he’s never letting go.

whatever dynamic this is

bnha boys when you ask them for a hug

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, comfort, reader is cute ><

note: for those who need a hug rn :) IDK WHY BAKUGO’S TURNED OUT THE SHORTEST LMAOAO

“oi, what’s wrong with you?” bakugo katsuki slightly pulls away from your hugー not enough to break free from your arms, but enough for a brief glance at your face. when you only respond by nuzzling your face against his chest, muttering a muffled, “mm.. just tired” katsuki’s a little relieved that you don’t have the energy to tease him for the way you feel his heart pounding against your cheek.

finally, he secures a hand around your waist, the other stroking your hair, and embraces you back until you’re completely swallowed in his arms. you hear him grumble something about you being “a big baby,” but he doesn’t stop stroking your hair as softly as he can until you’re dozed off in the circle of his arms. “dumbass. already told you to stop pushing yourself too far. we’ll talk once you’re up, got it?”

Keep reading

— drunk confessions.

kazuha x gn reader

part 1. part 2.

warnings: golden apple event spoilers(?), cursing, alcohol, fluff, slightly suggestive

“Venti, what was in that drink??”

“Err, he might’ve drunk one of my cocktails..?”

Your face felt hot as a very drunk Kazuha clung onto you, giggling randomly and cooing your name while leaning uncomfortably close to your face.

“Y/nnnn~ hic- look at meee,” he whined tugging on your shirt while turning his head to try to catch your eyes. You felt as if you were about to burst from all the affection.

“Heh, seems as if you don’t mind Kazuha’s drunk antics though,” Venti giggled, eyeing your arms wrapped around Kazuha’s waist, while he clung onto you.

“Oh my archons, Venti! Guess what?”

“What, Y/n?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, face hot with embarrassment. Your other friends giggled, as Venti feigned being hurt.

“Y/nnn~” Kazuha drawled, tracing your lips with a finger.

Fuck.

You could hear snickering coming from the others as you shot a glare at them.

“What is it?” you sighed, finally looking into Kazuha’s eyes, though you almost immediately regretted it.

His eyelids were drooped as he stared intensely at your lips, almost hungrily. Glancing up at you he giggled and puckered his lips.

“Kiss!”

Oh my archons. He’s too cute…

“Hehehe, you heard him Y/n, give the big baby a kiss!” Paimon cooed while you dug your face into Kazuha’s neck, hiding your expression from the teasing looks being sent your way.

“Kissss- hic- k-kiss,” Kazuha pouted.

“Shut up Kazu, you’re drunk,” you mumbled into his neck. You could hear your friends resuming their conversation about the island and such as you looked up again.

“Y/n…”

“What now, Kazuha?” You sighed glancing at his flushed face.

His hands cupped your warm cheeks as he leaned closer to your face, staring deep into your eyes. You gulped as he leaned dangerously closer to you.

Softly, he brushed his lips against yours, kissing you for a beautiful moment, a moment where everything and everyone froze, a moment where it was only you and Kazuha, and a moment that didn’t last long enough. Kazuha leaned back and giggled with red hues decorating his beautiful face. Fuck, you were burning up. The lingering feeling of his soft lips stayed, your hand reaching up to brush your lips tentatively, feeling the tingling of a few seconds ago.

You can’t take this anymore.

Abruptly standing up, you dragged Kazuha to the stairs, feeling him stumble beside you as ooo-ing could be heard behind you.

You led him to the balcony, opening the door and then closing it behind you, inhaling a breath of cool air. “H-hic- Y/n…?” You turned to face Kazuha, then pulled him towards you, smashing your lips together once more. Your lips tugged and melded against each other, panting and soft hums being heard from both persons.

He bit your bottom lip, tugging and rolling it softly between his teeth. Your breath hitched as your mouth opened, allowing Kazuha to slip his tongue inside. Your tongues intertwined sensually as you continued kissing each other hungrily, as if you could never get enough.

You wove your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it, making Kazuha release small mewls into your mouth. Unfortunately, you had to part for air, as the two of you panted, your foreheads pressed together in a comfortable silence.

“Y/n..” He whispered, tilting your chin up, directing your gaze into his eyes. “Hm..?” You hummed.

Ah, he was too beautiful, his messy hair strewn over his shoulders, ponytail having fallen apart moments ago from your tugging. His eyes, like crimson jewels staring into your own with such emotion it could make you overheat on the spot. His lips, the soft pink lips that easily sang words of poetry, the lips that captured yours so easily, bringing you into a hopeless love filled daze.

“I love you.”

You hoped it wasn’t just the alcohol in his system making him say these things, because you just couldn’t resist whispering the confession back, letting the walls fall down, letting vulnerability slip out.

—

“Damn, what took y’all so long?” Xinyan wiggled her brows as you sat down, Kazuha back to clinging onto you. “Needed to get fresh air,” you said dismissively. “With Kazuha?” Lumine pointed out teasingly. “Shut up,” you flushed.

Kazuha giggled and started pressing kisses all over your neck and face. “Mine, mine, mine~” he sang in between each kiss. You grumbled, heat once again rising in your face.

“Oh??” Venti smirked at the lovesick birds, noticing the change in your demeanors.

“All of you, shut up.”

Sailor! Albedo... I'm WEAK 💙

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It’s (Not) Just Dancing

Bakugou x ImpliedFem!Reader

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t like dancing, but his birthday party leads him to a few conclusions he wouldn’t have reached without trying.

Cw: sfw, cursing, reader wears a dress, slight mention of alcohol, pro heroes but it’s not really relevant, lots of fluff for the birthday boy | word count: 2.1k

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It was never just dancing.

It’s his 22nd birthday, and he’s at a party he never asked for. Considering that this happened every year despite his opinion of social events never changing, Bakugou thinks that the celebration may be less for him and more for the enjoyment of its hosts. If he liked parties, he might appreciate it more– when his idiot friends put their shared three brain cells together, they could actually pull together something a step above a disaster. He’s not actually ungrateful though, he’s secretly glad that his friends care about him so much as to plan something nice for him when his birthday rolls around. This year, he’s mildly impressed by their choice of venue, reminiscent of a small, exclusive night club. The bar has a variety of drinks to choose from, and the dance floor has slowly filled with a number of his acquaintances, shadowy figures swaying under color changing lights. But as he watches Denki down four shots at once from his corner of the lounge, Bakugou begins to wonder how much longer it’ll be before he can leave his own party unnoticed. It’s past his bedtime, after all.

“What’s the birthday boy doing over here all alone?”

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THE FRIENDS OF ALL TIME IDC ‼️‼️

School and finals were happening so I finished this several weeks late to the redraw trend but it's alright at least they're real now🥲

Zoom-ins + the original sticker

another random blurb and idk if bakugou is ooc. but i wrote it so whatever

while in a relationship with bakugou, i wholeheartedly believe that he will never let you do anything. and i mean ANYTHING—by yourself. your hair? nope. chores? nope. making groceries? HELL no. i feel like his reason for this would be, “why the hell do you have to do it if i’m here? ‘s fucking pointless.”

like he doesn’t do everything to the point where it’s overbearing or where you neglect your responsibilities because he know that would piss you off, but to the point where it’s super flattering. mitsuki always raised him to be such a gentleman, and maybe he took that to heart.

you could recall one situation where you were carrying a whole bunch of bags because you had been on a shopping spree. hours had went by, your legs were aching and your head was pounding. your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier. you tried your best to keep your composure all the way to the car because you didn’t want to worry katsuki. god forbid that you’d worry him because he can worry too much sometimes. fortunately, he’d took notice of this behavior.

“here. let me carry it.” he took a multitude of the bags out of your hands. the weight that had been on your forearms had been lifted. your arms could finally breathe. you let out a huge sigh of relief.

later that night, he'd knew how tired you were, so he ran you a bath and put all of your favorite scents and oils inside of it. to help with your aching legs and terrible headache.

"katsuki, you don't have to do this." you leaned up against the doorframe. he'd stood up from the bathtub and crossed his arms as he faced towards you. his eyes piercing into your soul. you’d actually been feeling slightly better and could do this by yourself. probably a lot slower, but it was possible.

“well, i’m fuckin’ doin it.” he walks up to you and he grabs your arms. “i love you too much not to.” he places a kiss upon your forehead and strolls pass you.

PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE — KATSUKI BAKUGOU

⚘ summary: prompt #63 "trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin"; from my lavished in love event for @kiyelle. you've never known katsuki to be very patient, something only made worse when he's tired and needy.

⚘ pairing: pro hero!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

⚘ warnings: a little suggestive? not too bad, established relationship, fluff, mentions of food/eating, katsuki gets clingy when he's tired bc i said so. hiii this is kinda sucky but i hope you still like it !! and i hope i did clingy katsuki justice >:))

“We’re cooking, Ki.” The words come out more exasperated than anything else, layered beneath helpless affection as you let Katsuki pull you against him, “can’t you wait until we’re done.” He huffs petulantly, shoving himself tighter against you in answer. You sigh, “never gonna be able to start the show if we can't get this done." 

It’s become increasingly difficult to focus on chopping the carrots, finishing the stir fry’s the farthest thing from your mind. Warm hands run over your hips to rest flush against your stomach and Katsuki’s nose nudges against the underside of your jaw before nestling into your hair. “Aw c’mon, angel—don’t really see you complain’.”

You’re definitely not, but it’s—he’s—distracting. The heat of him draped over your shoulders and lips running along the length of your neck. The smell of him, woodsy and sweet, seeping through your back. 

He laughs when you huff, fingers curling back around the knife to resume chopping the vegetables in front of you. Katsuki hums, low and amused, and his hands curl into your sides, thumbs beginning to rub soft circles into the skin of your hips.

It’s as if he can feel he’s already won. Your body already melding back into him, already thinking about turning off the stovetop. His teeth graze against the crook of your neck as he smiles, “mhm, no fun if you give in this fuckin’ easy. Where’s your fighting spirit, sweetheart?” He turns to start dotting kisses along the length of your jaw and neck. You can feel the flash of teeth before he nips at your pulse point.

The action makes you gasp, jolting in his hold and your fingers loosening around the knife. It provides Katsuki with an effective in, his own hand capturing your wrist and slipping the cutting board away, pulling you back against his chest.

“Katsuki—!”

You barely have time to react before you’re tugged away from the counter. A thick arm belted around your waist as Katsuki made his way into the living room, leaving dinner to grow cold on the stove.

“I hope you're happy,” you huff with one last forlorn look toward the kitchen, sinking into the plushness of your couch and surrounded by soft throws. “We’re gonna starve and it’s all because you’re too needy to wait one more hour.” 

Despite your whine, you’re quick to follow him, letting Katsuki move you onto his lap, legs bracketing his thighs and hands curling into his hair. And you’re even quicker to melt into the kiss.

Warm palms cups your cheeks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear when he pulls back. You want to be madder, but your half-hearted glare melts under his gaze—softened with affection and adoring, cheeks dimpled with a grin.

“Shuddup, we’ll get something delivered,” Katsuuki nips, tucking your head underneath his chin and arms curling tightly around you. You can hear his heartbeat through worn-soft cotton—soft and content against you, “and I’m not fuckin’ clingy.”

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more ao3 recs ;)

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also sorry for the brief descriptions lol, the links will have much better ones

Double U

Ushijima x reader, establish relationship, this was so fun too read, ushijima is so, so, perfect, i’m a ushijima simp you should know this by now, go read it :D completed

Something New

Ushijima x reader, Oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader, the love triangle alone is enough to read this one, i was so sad when this finished because it was so interesting and i wanted more, completed

Soul Searching

Multiple Characters x reader, magical au, literally any haikyuu character you can think of x reader, very very interesting concept, i rlly want an update because its sooo good, i love the idea of it too it’s so unique pls give it a read, ongoing

Fake Girlfriend

Time Skip Kenma x reader, fake dating trope, woooo this ones so good ohmygod, the tension kenma and y/n have is just- ongoing

Underground Fight Club

Iwaizumi x reader, fighter (boxer) au, best iwaizumi fic i’ve every read, i’m not joking when i say that, you can also read it on here because i think the author has tumblr but i personally prefer to read fics on ao3 but that’s just me, completed

The Wolf and the Lamb

Kageyama x reader, royal au, enemies to lovers (from what i can remember), when i tell you i fell head over heels in love with this fanfic only to realize it stopped updating in 2017, TRUST ME ITS SO GOOD, i know that’s a major red flag and you will be so pissed off if you read it and get hooked but it’s worth it, ongoing (sadly)

Moonshine and Whiskey

Tsukishima x reader, 1920s au, hasn’t updated in a little while but not too long for me to be angry tbh, i’ve never seen a 20s au so that’s why I was so interested when I read this, very unique, ongoing

Sweet Like Chocolate

Tendou x reader, neighbors to lovers (kinda?), tendou is so underrated in fanfiction, and what I mean by that is its so hard to find a nice long tendou fanfic where he isn’t yandere, this was the complete opposite of that (thank god i dislike yandere a LOT) and it met all my expectations for a fanfic, completed

Fly High, Baby!

Oikawa x reader, Iwazumi x reader, Ushijima x reader, Sugawara x reader, Kuroo x reader, Akaashi x reader, they all are in love with reader, phewww when i tell you i loved this one when i first read it, it was one of my first ao3 fics actually, it was so good, i know i say that a lot but I really do mean it, most likely gonna re read this one soon tbh :p, completed

You’re an idiot

Ushijima x reader, friends to lovers, ushijima was so so so so clueless in this, i wanted to drop kick him multiple times, ending was rlly sweet, completed

Keeping a Secret

Tsukishima x reader, enemies to lovers ;))), tsukishima made me so pissed when i was reading this, like just admit you like her?? def recommend, ongoing

reblogging to save someone from boredom lmao (like me 💀)

ao3 recs

i’m back 😋

decided to make another ao3 recs list hehe, these are always my fav to make

i’ve also decided to completely revamp the way i do my recs lists. before the descriptions were too vague and lazy. now i’ll be giving my own description along with what i thought of the fic. looking back on my old recs lists i cannot believe they got as many notes as they did when they were so crappy LOL

also i don’t know if you can tell but i’m trying to make my lists prettier ☺️☺️ (hence the header image and the pink dividers :p)

side note, there’s and alarming amount of atsumu fics in here?? i didn’t even realize that i’ve been reading purely atsumu content?

Forget-Me-Not by ChaoticSins

Atsumu x reader, friends to lovers 💗💗. this one has me in a chokehold. so you and atsumu are childhood friends and you’ve been in love with atsumu practically your whole life. you end up leaving for college but then when you finish it you need to get an apartment. atsumu offers to be your roommate (see where i’m going here?). this whole story had me squealing and kicking my legs. i really don’t want to spoil it but i will give you one of my favorite quotes in this book: “But…don’t ya fuckin’ dare think yer 5 years of waitin’ around for her is anywhere near the 11 years I spent lovin’ her,” :) ongoing

msby black jackals online! by mooshys

Black jackals x reader, mostly platonic but one of the guys will be endgame ;). this one is by the same author as shiratorizawa antics! i adore that story and they both share many of the same elements. if you liked that one you’ll definitely like this one. here, you are the teams social media manager. you go through many heartwarming (and hilarious) things with the team. this story is definitely a nice fluffy getaway from the majority of fics i read haha. it was so fun to read and i loved it. completed

Better Days Ahead by morningsideup

Kuroo x reader, demon kuroo x reader, magic/modern au. do i really have to say more?? this fic…! so you are just the run of the mill museum worker (btw your co worker is tsukki), living a boring ol mundane life. until you find the demon prince kuroo who accidentally traveled to your universe and is now unfortunately stuck due to you destroying the item that brought him here. now, you are stuck with this spoiled demon prince and are forced to help him search for the missing shards of his gem that brought him here so he can travel back home. cmon, tell me that doesn’t immediately want to make you dive into this fic. the tension between reader and kuroo drives me insane. and you’ll come to know that tsukishima can be a little shit. 10/10 so far, ongoing

They were roommates by atsukashii

Iwaizumi x reader, roommates au<333, friends to lovers. you are in need of a roommate. you see an ad for a girl named tooru oikawa looking for a roommate. you jump at the chance and are looking forward to moving in. you think everything’s perfect until you get to your new home and see that tooru isn’t a girl, and that he has a very friend who also happens to be your roommate. oikawa won’t be difficult to live with, but iwaizumi? and his hotness? def gonna be a problem. this is the perfect quick read. it’s so good for when you’re in a reading stump and need a pick me up. iwaizumi makes you feel all mushy inside🥴. and the ending has to be one of the most satisfying fic endings i’ve read recently. completed

Set the Bar High by BeansNCornbread

Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers, complicated. you work at a bar. you’re a college student and this is the perfect gig for you. however, miya atsumu never fails to make your life more difficult. he shamelessly flirts with you while he’s with other girls, and never leaves you alone. maybe you’d consider indulging him if he didn’t break your little sisters heart all those years ago. cannot explain how much i love this fic so far. the way atsumu desperately tries to get your attention while you keep brushing him off. and the tension. the fucking sexual tension between reader and atsumu. it has me bitting my nails. i binged this in an entire day. i love atsumus cocky ass and his fucking pining is so obvious but our oblivious readers ass doesn’t even realize it. craving the next chapter. ongoing

call me home by laurelandharper

Ushijima x reader, faking dating troupe<33. You are a famous ex child star and current professional model. you and professional volleyball player ushijima wakatoshi are paired up together for an ad campaign. to overcome unavoidable rumors, the two of you decide to fake date until things calm down. nothing can go wrong right? hehe. i love ushijima. i just love this man. everytime i read a fic with this man i’m blushing. what i really liked about this fic is was how short it was (occasionally i enjoy a nice quick read) and i liked the build up of reader and ushijimas relationship. it felt very real for me. sometimes when i’m reading the fake dating troupe i feel like the authors sometimes force the relationship. i didn’t feel that at all while reading this fic. ushijima is such a sweetheart and gentlemen here. love this fic please read it <3 completed

Challenge Accepted by Cutesight

Akaashi x reader, sort of enemies to lovers? There’s a challenge going around. Get the attention and “break” the handsome setter of Fukurodani. No one has completed this, no one’s even gotten close. However, when curious little y/n decides to partake in the challenge, she gives akaashi a run for his money. This fic is a guilty pleasure. It was a nice break from the other complicated fics i’m reading. It’s a very easy read and i love it for that. Honestly, a couple times throughout this story akaashi was getting on my last nerve. like just be with reader?? but overall it’s such a fun read. one of the best ways i can describe this story is idiots in love. oh and konoha is a little interesting in this fic too ;) completed

I Hope It Hurts by demxnscous

Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers. you are the manager for Inarizaki. you and atsumu have never gotten along. the setter has always been a pain and you thought maybe things could improve over time. they didn’t. but now you’re being forced to tutor him, will things get better? this fic is hardcore enemies. atsumu and reader hate each other. this story is still in its early stages, so we’ve only seen a little build up with reader and atsumu. but i love the hatred between them. it’s so raw. it’s not the bullshit enemies to lovers where they kinda don’t like each other. they strongly dislike if not hate each other. i cannot wait to see this story blossom and progress. ongoing

Red Thread by deltachye

Ushijima x reader, soulmate au. in a world where you are bound to someone for life, all you want is to be with your soulmate. however, after finding him, and living with him, what do you do when he loves volleyball more than he’ll ever love you? i’ve said this before, but i tend to stray away from soulmate aus. this one is one of the few exceptions. honestly as much as i adore ushijima, he could be severely annoying throughout this story (which was intentional). this story does have some scenes which may be triggering for some which the author includes in her tags, so check it out and don’t read this one if you’re uncomfortable with those topics. overall, this story is a good example of how good a soulmate au can be without forcing it too much. completed

bad for business by tinyduck

Atsumu x reader, enemies to lovers, reader owns a bakery<3. you’ve finally reached your dream of opening a bakery. now all you want is to be more successful than the popular onigiri shop across the street. the one that steals customers. but you’d never expected for the owners cocky blonde twin walking through your doors. this story is such a cute enemies to lovers. it’s not full on enemies, but it’s so cute. i love the interactions between y/n and atsumu. it’s the most precious thing ever. their love feels so genuine. this story is also a quick read for me, this is one of the many fics i binged in an entire day. if you love soft enemies to lovers with atsumu, read this immediately. completed

don’t forget, young midoriya

you are not alone

[You can read the card he has here]

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how they react when you try on clothes with them!

character/s: bakugo katsuki, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, humor, a little suggestive, informal writing lmao, literally just them hyping u up (as they should 😡)

note/s: help i hate this but it's been sitting in my drafts since march 😟 anw we stan kirishima n shouto in this household thank yew

bakugo katsuki would (try to) remain nonchalant throughout the whole thing. he'll be on his phone the whole time, grumbling here and there, though you've caught him staring over his phone multiple times. when you struggle with zipping up dresses or tying belts, he'll just stare for a good five minutes before grabbing your waist and aggressively (without hurting you ofc) helps you with your clothes. he'd definitely tease you with, "up or down?" while having the zipper in his hand and resting his chin on your neck, peering over with a smirk. once katsuki decides to participate more, he commits. when he doesn't think the outfit suits you, he'd shoot endless insult and remarks on the clothes, never on you. in fact, you'll hear a lot of "no, not this. you're too good for this garbage of a scarf." "the fuck is this cardigan? ha?! you're too good for this shitー what are you so pretty for anyway?!"

kirishima eijiro would just be beaming at you the whole time. he doesn't even give actual feedback on anything, he's just thrilled to be there. you"ll hear a lot of "that's pretty!" "oooh nice!" other times he'll just give you the brightest smile and put up his thumbs like, "yes. 🤩👍‼️ we love that." he'll instantly offer to take photos of the outfits for you, though most of them ended up focused on your face, and barely the clothes. eijirou lives for the growing smile on your face the more he takes photos and compliments you. you don't know whether to fawn or get annoyed over that because now you have 30 photos of your face with nearly the same expression in each one and not one proper photo of your clothes. 😔

you trying on clothes with a kaminari denki is just chaos. like kirishima, he thinks you look good in everything except he's a lot louder about it. every outfit, every little accessory you add, he's cheering and clapping like a seal. "BABE, YOU LOOK AMAZING!" "YES, I LOVE THAT ONE" "SLAY 👹‼️" with little cheek and forehead kisses occasionally because other than screaming it, he doesn't know how else to deal with how gorgeous you look ! he'll actively insist on accessorizing you (if you're okay with it, doing your hair's his favorite) trying on clothes together and hyping each other up as loud as you can has now become the newest love language between you two.

todoroki shouto's a lot more peaceful than everyone else. he won't give much feedback except for, "you look beautiful, love." and "that one's nice, i think." but you can tell he enjoys being there. he'll instantly turn the other way when you change into another outfit and asks every time, his cheeks tinted pink, if you'd prefer him out of the room instead. when you walk up to him to clip his bangs with a hair pin that didn't match your outfit, he just lets you, later re-adjusting the tiny accessory so it wouldn't fall off. and just when you think your boyfriend couldn't get any cuter, a week later you're faced with a very enthusiastic shouto, showing you his pinterest account with tons of outfit ideas he saved specially for you.

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bestfriend!atsumu who gives you his hoodie whenever your cold. you're sitting down next to him at lunch, wrapping your arms around yourself, gritting your teeth to keep some sort of body warmth. atsumu's busy chatting with aran, but when you poke him n you ask him with a whisper 'hey do you have your hoodie with you by any chance? im kinda freezing my ass off here.'

bestfriend!atsumu who doesn't think anything of it; his friend is cold n he's pretty sure he shoved his hoodie in his locker from morning training so its not a problem. so he nods, n goes to get it for you, laughing at the way you grab it out of his hands. but the laughter dies in his throat as he watches you pull it over yourself, a warmth growing in his chest as you cuddle up in the thick hoodie, fisting your hands in the slightly too long sleeves with a sigh.

bestfriend!atsumu who's trying to remember how to breath after you thank him, commenting how it's really comfy and smells like him. he's still in a daze, sitting in the classroom staring at nothing, just realising how good you look in his clothes, wanting to see you in them all the time.

bestfriend!atsumu who now keeps an extra hoodie in his locker all the time, hoping that you ask him to borrow it again- praying that you'll wear it everywhere you go because then people know that you are his. maybe not officially, but there's always a first step.

[9:41 A.M.]

it’s the pounding headache you have in addition to the chirping birds outside your hotel room’s window that wake you up. you groan at the feeling, bringing a hand over your forehead, int attempt to soothe the pain by rubbing at the spot just behind your eyebrow.

how much did i have to drink last night?

when your massage doesn’t work, your throw your hand off to the side, expecting the soft, plush comforter to be what your hand hits but on impact, it’s a hard surface; a little squishy, but mostly hard.

with furrowed brows and squinted eyes, you turn your head and just about yelp at the sight beside you.

miya atsumu snores peacefully, rolled over facing you, curled up into a pillow as he sleeps soundly. your sound doesn’t make him budge one bit and neither does the nudge you give his shoulder.

you blink a few times, in attempt to wake yourself up further, as if this could’ve just been some figment of your imagination - or by the doing of your pounding head.

after a few seconds, you realize that miya atsumu is indeed in your bed and you have no clue how or why.

“atsumu, what the hell are you doing in my bed!?” you chant the question like your life depends on it as you pull and shake his arm. your sleepiness has worn off completely at this point and all you’re left with is a pounding headache and feelings of horror.

“shhh,” atsumu shushes, half asleep, “let m’sleep.”

“not going to happen! get out of my bed!”

“last i checked, iss’ my bed,” he slurs sleepily, never moving a muscle, except to curl further into the plush pillow under him.

you blink at him, looking around your surroundings and to your surprise , he’s right. this isn’t your bed. hell, this isn’t even your room!

it’s an honest mistake since nearly every hotel room looks just about the same in this building but still! what are you doing in the same room as this man!

from what you last recall, you attended the formal banquet with the team you managed, the msby black jackals, for their usual sponsorship and endorsement scouting in addition to the several interviews some highly classified paparazzi you oversaw and organized.

you remember bokuto having a fit about his suit and tie not fitting right, hinata wondering if other players were also attending, sakusa avoiding every surface like the plague, and atsumu pouting and trudging around like a bored child at a wedding.

you remember eating the hors d'oeuvres - only because they were those spinach puffs you could never get enough of - and sending off to ur team in different directions to chat up with businesses.

the last thing that seems somewhat fuzzy to you is someone offering you a drink? making a joke? complimenting you?

you can’t remember.

“you’re going to tell me what the hell happened last night after the banquet or so help me god, i’ll beat it out of you-“

“always the charmer,” he mutters into the pillow. “‘s this what ‘m s’pposed to expect for the rest of my life?”

you scrunch your eyebrows together at his question.

“what’s that supposed to-” your voice falls in your throat when you smack his shoulder again, only to see what’s adorning one of your fingers; the finger between your middle and pinky, to be specific.

there, twinkling in the light coming from the hotel room’s window, is a beautiful band studded with an equally beautiful rock of a diamond probably worth more than your income. your lips part at the sight and a gasp escapes your lips as you take a closer look.

“atsumu,” you mumble and it’s the seriousness in your tone that finally gets him to wake up.

atsumu’s eyes peel open and at the sight of you staring hard at your hand, he gradually moves to sit up against the headboard. “yeah?”

when you don’t answer, he rolls his eyes. “don’t tell me I got’ya the wrong size. i asked ‘ya like a million times what size ring y’were.”

“what?!” the loudness of your voice makes atsumu wince and he reaches to rub his temples wit his forefingers.

“jeez, what is it?”

“what happened last night.” it’s a question but your tone makes it sound like a statement as you glare at the man beside you.

atsumu gives you a long look, almost in shock that you don’t know. “jesus, how much did you drink last night? y’seriously don’t remember? i get that we were drunk but-”

“atsumu.”

atsumu sighs, now fully aware you have no recollection of the last twelve hours.

“we got married.”

Random

thinkin bout boss!osamu who gets a little shy around you because he doesn’t want you to think he’s some creep who hired you just because he thinks you’re pretty (but god does he think you’re pretty). who stammers and tries to keep a polite distance and smiles soft and warm and helps you tie your apron when you ask (and has to internally scream at himself to make sure his fingers don’t linger at the small of your back longer than necessary). who lets you work whatever schedule you want and maybe gives you more free meals and bigger discounts than he originally planned for employees and makes you wait on him as he locks up so you don’t walk to your car alone at night. who is a good boss and a great man and totally, completely baffled when you ask him if it would be unprofessional to want to kiss your boss as you stand outside of onigiri miya after closing. (and who doesn’t even give you an answer, just fumbles to kiss you instantly, dropping his keys to lock up in the process).

"you have a birth mark on your back, do you know that?"

"no"

Bakugo was sort of proud of that fact. how he seems to know your body better than you do.

he watches you mindlessly scroll through your phone, using a squishy that you won him in a carnival- a grey wolf with a deep scowl, saying something about it looking like him- as an anchor for yourself as you lay flat on your tummy.

he hoist himself up, placing his chin on his palm as he lifts a rough calloused hand to trace over the stretch marks on your hips.

a delicate touch- so gentle. you could swear it felt like he wasn't even there.

all the small dents and crevices, all the birth marks and scars, every little stretch mark that you aren't aware of- he knows them all and he absolutely loves every single one of them and the big question is how could he not? all these "imperfections" are part of things that make you you, they are a part of you and not loving them is accepting to not love a side of you.

like a treasure map he traces the lines as if they'll lead him to the great unknown or even a treasure buried on some island somewhere.

the soft touches makes you giggle a little

"ya' ticklish here huh?"

"uh huh so stop tickling me before I-" you finally turn your back to look at him and he's staring at you in awe, his expression is soft and nothing like his usual scowl that he normally adorns. you guys are left staring at each other for a few slow seconds and you could swear your souls where connected.

he lifts himself up to place a soft kiss on the spot he was previously touching lingering a little before he leaves the spot he kissed missing his warmth but it's quickly replaced when he places his warms hands back on your hip giving it a nice gentle squeeze before he's back to tracing over it.

he's ingrained every part of you that he can into his brain, well atleast the small pieces you let him see and he's proud to say you let him he see quite a bit, even the sensitive parts that you yourself might not even be aware of. he knows how hard it is to show these sides of yourself to another person, to trust someone enough to not only show them your highs but also your lows, to let them know your weaknesses and flaws, he knows how petrifying that is but yet— yet you let him see so much. and he's left wondering how can you trust him this much.

the sudden overwhelm of emotions introduces a little thought in his head.

what if you suddenly decide to leave him.

he's plagued with the idea of waking up to see your side of the bed has run cold, the nick nacks you keep on your bed side table are all gone, the obnoxiously pink plushy you used as a punching bag whenever you got mad from work is no where to be found, it's as if you weren't ever here. perhaps you finally realized that he wasn't worth your time- he wouldn't blame you...

the thought of never being able to experience all these sensations and emotions again; never hear your beautiful voice or smell the cocoa butter lotion you spread on your skin or hear your slightly muffled voice as you sing your heart out in the shower— never be able to see that goofy grin of yours again scares him shitless... almost enough to make him want to cradle himself and hide under a mountain somewhere but he's too hung up on you to push you away now when you've both come so far. so the most he can do is remember, so if you ever decide to finally free yourself from the binds that is him, atleast he'll have just that. memories.

you quickly notice the knot that forms on his eyebrows.

"anything wrong?" worry evident in your voice as you place a finger in between his scrunched up eyebrows. he looks up at you and all the anxiety seemingly washes over him and he is silently scolding himself for ever believing you could ever leave him when you are looking at him like- like THAT.

"na 'verything s'just perfect." nuzzling into your touch.

He's grateful you trust him enough to let him know these things, see these things, experience slow quiet moments like this one. he never thought him off all ppl will be the one to experience something as gooey and mushy as this; a feeling that manages to make his heart turn to warm putty everytime he looks back on it, that manages to keep him grounded but yet make him feel like he's weightless at the same time.

he loves you and though he's never been the best at expressing it, he doesn't have to tell you. your given all the confirmation you need during quiet moments like this from how he's gently caressing your stretch marks to the light in his eyes seemingly glimmering as he stares at you in absolute awe.

Bakugo Katsuki

they get super flustered when you tuck their hair behind their ear. they stutter over their words and their face flushes a pretty red. it’s the cutest thing in the world, you do it randomly to catch them off guard.

kageyama, atsumu, hinata (both!!), oikawa, yamaguchi, sakusa, tsukishima, goshiki, tendou, koganegawa (he’s the cutest TT), kyotani, & yaku

same thing but instead they do it to you. they do it when you’re super focused on something or when you’re talking passionately about something. they don’t do it to get you flustered or anything (well maybe a little bit), they just really love to admire you.

akaashi, iwaizumi, kenma, kuroo (def both), bokuto, matsukawa, makki, ushijima, osamu, suna, aran, semi (maybe both??), & komori

note: ik some ppl’s hair might not be long enough to tuck but i just love the gesture itself SM !!