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before xiao, there was alatus. xiao x gn!reader. warnings: angst, mcd!!, blood, xiao's backstory. wc: 2,708. semi proofread.

before xiao, there was alatus.

alatus who served an unknown god with a deep desire for power and used him to slaughter those who opposed his wishes. helpless and weak alatus who devoured dreams and crush the innocent’s hopes. feeble alatus who withstood countless wounds and near-death experiences.

it was him who deserved the terrified looks of his victims, begging him to spare even at least their children and kill them—only for his body to move without his permission. he who dirtied his soul and tainted his hands at the blood that painted his face.

“you’re tending to wounds that won’t kill me,” alatus muttered.

“immortal yes, invincible no.” the once white cloth you had been using from a week ago was now a light pink and alatus knew it was the blood of his victims. it was wet and cold as you wiped the cloth across his face, removing all the red splatters and cleaning the wounds that he newly acquired.

“you’re thinking lowly of me. you know i’ll get dirty again once i step out and—” he let out a muffled noise as you wiped the cloth on his mouth, shutting him up from his self-deprecating talk. still, this earned you a glare.

smiling lightly—one that looked almost apologetic, you look down briefly. “i know…you hate seeing the blood of others on you. so let me do my job just this once, okay?”

of course, there were many things alatus hated in this world. he hated how you were always right. he also hated how you made him feel. hated how he became selfish at the thought of being with you.

you were a mortal and he an adeptus who still could not fend for himself. while you were free, alatus would be forever chained to his master. he’d told you many times to leave him be, that he was dangerous, that you’ll get yourself killed by him, but you merely smiled at his claims.

“stop looking so worried,” you giggled. “your master won’t come and barge in here. what do you know? maybe he’ll make me fight you and think you’re unfit for the job because you’ll lose to me!”

alatus scoffed—visibly frowning—and crossed his arms as he gave you a look of detest. “you mortals and your imagination.” 

“and this mortal,” you gestured to yourself, “is taking care of an injured adeptus.”

you leaned towards him, gently placing a hand on his cheek as you look up at him. “alatus,” you whispered.

he leaned into your touch, humming. your skin was warm and palm lightly calloused from the everyday work you did but he loved the way you held him. you let out a small laugh, thumb brushing over the healed wound on his cheek as he cracked an eye open to gaze at you tenderly.

“i went to town today and zhao told me there would be a war. do you think it’s true?” you mumbled, already knowing you would be separated from him.

“your god will protect you,” was all alatus could say to you.

war meant death, countless and thousands who would perish at the hands of whoever was responsible. and though alatus protected you from the shadows, he would not be able to be by your side once a war would brew. someone like him who bathed in death was for the battlefield—to kill, to destroy. war meant separation and alatus feared the day your hands wouldn’t be as warm as you held him now.

“hah…i suppose,” you said, your shoulders dropping. “at least i can spend today with you.”

“you talk as if our time is limited,” he scowled. “it’s not, at least for now. i’ll…still come by.”

the lies he told were piling up and he knew they would soon spill out. still, if the lies meant your happiness, alatus would tell a thousand just for the smile on your face to stay. he knew it was wrong—lying directly to your face as you believed him—but he couldn’t dare to see the look of anguish ever again.

with a content hum, you pulled him into your arms and basked in the setting sun. 

–

alatus will never tell you how he felt whenever he was with you. how his stomach would make him uneasy and transform him into a small shy cat, afraid that he’d hurt you in any way should you come close to him. how his day immediately brightens up when he sees you standing by a tree, a stern expression on your face.

"you have blood all over you again," you'd say with a sigh.

and even if you hid the fact that you were terrified of the things he did, you took him into your arms and ran your fingers in his hair. the sweet nothings you whispered when he’d nap on your lap even for a few minutes, leaning down to kiss his forehead made his heart swell.

and he’s glad that he didn’t abandon you the day he saw you.

instead, he listened to the way his name falls from your lips. he chose to lie in your arms and listen to the faint sound of your beating heart. alatus has looked into your eyes as he caresses your face in the moonlight, humming as you whispered about your day to him. 

you were all alatus had in this godforsaken world. he who is the devil would lay at your feet and repent for his actions. if alatus could never forgive himself, you would take his face by your hands and kiss his eyes for they were the reason he saw himself in such a bad light.

the only thing alatus wanted was to be by your side. forever.

he would hold your hand and watch the way your eyes would sparkle at the sight of the sun setting everyday if he wanted. carry you on his back if you ever felt tired from walking whenever you’d set out on a new journey with him. he would eat the food you prepared for him, biting back a soft smile as you complained that his master would treat him so cruelly to not let him eat.

he adored you wholeheartedly.

but you were mortal, ever so fragile.

there would be times alatus would not be able to be by your side and the thought frightened him more times than you’d think.

how could he live a life without you?

he was selfish but he knew you’d still risk it all for him. it was only natural for him to do the same. you were mortal and you’d vanish soon enough but alatus would do anything to keep you alive.

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“it’s a new dish i’ve been trying out. the ingredients are kind of expensive, so don’t expect me to make it every time!” you reminded as you set the two plates down on the table. 

“your fingers are all…” alatus muttered as he picked up the spoon, eyeing your bandaged fingers—blood still seeping through.

you held them to your chest, offering him a laugh. “it’s nothing, i swear! don’t freak out if you find blood in your food—i’m kidding, i swear.”

he almost looked offended at your statement, looking down at the plate and nudging it with the spoon. it was times like this that alatus did enjoy your presence and warmth. just the two of you basking in the moonlight. the food quickly melted into his mouth and he closed his eyes.

“well?” you peered at him, nudging his shoulder with yours.

alatus turned to you, paused and reached his hand out to bring your forehead closer to his lips. he resumed eating after.

there was nothing he could say but he knew that you already knew the answer to your question.

you leaned onto him, your head on his shoulders as you looked up at the night sky. “hm. let’s name it…almond tofu? it’s made from that, or maybe we should call it tofu almond.” 

“it sounds like something a child would call,” he commented.

“alatus!” you gasped. “take that back!”

“i never said it wasn’t delicious.”

“i suppose you’re right… i hate you and your remarks.”

alatus chuckles lightly, nodding. he takes you in his arms and breathes you in—like a bee needing flowers to survive. you were the light that shone brightly beside the devil, his savior and sanctuary. 

-

fight for me and get me a seat as an archon, his master had demanded all so suddenly.

as he had always been in, alatus was back on the battlefield. his polearm would slash and destroy anything that came his way should they disobey his master, his god. the blood of the innocent on his hands as he slaughtered each and every one.

alatus would never forget the terrified looks on their face, begging him to spare their child.

he hated every second of it. he could not stop even if he wanted to, the strings on his body were being controlled by his god. his god who desperately wanted the seat as one of the seven—greedy and merciless, he spared no one.

red and black was all alatus could see—he had forgotten the colorful skies, the greenery of nature, and the color of the love you gave him.

his soul was tainted and dirty, no repenting could ever make you forgive him now. should alatus crawl to your feet and beg for forgiveness, he knew you would stare at him in disgust and punish him for what he had done.

home was no longer with you, no longer in your arms that would wrap around him and have you whispering soft nothings. alatus was leaving battlefield after battlefield and soon, it had grown into his home.

days felt like years and he wished to head back to you each time he would rest—but he was bound by contracts and his weakness, you. 

-

 “…isn’t that him? he’s disgusting. i can’t believe he’s one of us.”

“it’s like he doesn’t have a mind of his own! what are you—don’t leave me!”

“…master, alatus has caused a great casualty. your soldiers are dying at his hands as well.”

“…master, alatus has killed general zho… we must kill him, it’s the only way—"

“you dare disobey me? alatus is my greatest soldier.”

“alatus, you must kill everyone who opposes me.”

“no god will save you, you damned devil!”

and soon, alatus had begun to kill gods. gods who waged war with him and his master, gods who wanted to flee and save their people, gods who did not care about the seating of celestia.

do you actually think you’re not a monster?

do you know what’s worse than a demon like you? a liar.

you killed people.

no one would forgive you.

what would [name] think?

what would [name] think?

whaT WOULD [NAME] THINK?

it’s in the most gruesome battle that he awakens at your name.

“the name xiao is that of a spirit who encountered great suffering and hardship. he endured much suffering, as you have. use this name from now on.” morax stood in front of alatus—no, xiao.

his master was now dead.

he had won the battle—but at what cost? 

xiao fell on his knees. his world had crumbled.

death was inevitable, it really was. but he had told himself he would go to great lengths to stop death from clinging to him—stop clinging to anyone he loved. he had never loved anyone as much as you before, you were the only one he knew how to love.

so, tell him, why did death cling to him?

a minute earlier. ten minutes earlier. no, an hour earlier. god, maybe a week earlier. you, who he swore to protect with all his heart, clung to him desperately, sobs escaping your lips as you trembled in his arms.

“alatus…it hurts! it hurts!”

xiao bit back the tears, his head buried on your neck as you cried on his chest. “it’ll be okay, you’ll be okay, i promise,” he soothed, lips shaking as he held you tighter.

“i don’t want to die, alatus, i don’t want to!” your voice was weak, full of fear and heavy breaths. xiao wishes he could hear your voice from before, joyous and teasing.

like everyone he had killed, your blood was on his hands. on his arms. on his clothes. on his face. your blood was everywhere on him. it seeped into him and he could feel every bit of it. xiao wanted to vomit, you were everything he had and you were dying before him.

red—it was all he could see.

the blood that seeped through your clothes, from your arms to your middle to your legs. the wounds on your face must have hurt—he wishes he was there earlier. he would have kept you safe. he should have kept you safe.

your cries were even worse. it was the only thing he could hear as he held on to you, tears already down his face as he hung his mouth open—unable to accept the fact that you laid before him with blood. your cries were painful and it hurt him. hurt him till his bones and hurt him in his heart.

sobs wracked your body and you could feel the pain. how painful your wounds were. 

“it hurts!” you cried, “it hurts so bad!”

xiao ran his fingers through your hair, attempting to soothe your cries. his hand reaching out to cup your face as you looked up at him with tear-stricken eyes. you cherished life and you cherished being with him.

losing life meant losing him. 

“you won’t die,” he repeated over and over again.

please…

 xiao wished it was enough to comfort you but really, it was for him. for him to stop falling apart and hurry and take you to the adepti.

“alatus,” you choked out, “please i want to live, i want-i want to be with you…please save me.”

a new name, he wanted to tell you. he lived under a new god now. the cruel master that you hated was now dead and he was saved. the war you had told him about was now over.

you can be together as usual now. he had so many things to say but his body trembled and you simply cried into his shoulder, begging him and any god that you wanted to live and to be saved.

the pain was unmeasurable and both of you knew that you were unsavable. still, you begged him to save you. you were being selfish, so selfish. but you wanted to be with him, feel his smile against your shoulder, have him bury his face into your neck in embarrassment.

“you’ll live. you’ll live. i’ll-i’ll take you to-to morax,” he spluttered, already making up his mind that he should at least try anything to save you. but you hissed in pain when he lifted you up and xiao knew.

there was nothing he could do.

alatus, what do you think of my dish?

alatus, do you think we can gather some qingxin?

alatus, kiss me?

 alatus, welcome home!

 alatus.

alatus.

alatus, do you want me to die?

alatus, why are you so useless?

alatus, you killed me.

(i didn’t…!)

“alatus, i love you, i love you, i love you,” you whispered against his skin. briefly, you wanted to see him smile at you but you were already being too selfish; so, you buried your face into the crook of his neck and closed your eyes at the warmth he brought you. “even-even until death, i will-will love you.”

“you’ll be okay,” xiao whispered, hand by your head as tears rolled down his cheeks. he was weak—he’d always been weak. “it’s okay, i love you too… so, please… it’ll be okay, it won’t hurt anymore. i love you, i love you."

xiao could only wish you managed to hear it.

before liyue and its people, there was you who he swore to protect.

before xiao, there was alatus who wished that you could have stayed with him as xiao.

notes the 2.7 archon quest absolutely wrecked me, i felt so sad seeing xiao wanting to sacrifice himself so i wrote this to help <3 hope u like it because i know i did

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akaashi brainrot:

I like the idea of like laying with akaashi in bed, listening to a true crime podcast that you’ve been a fan of for years and he’s just getting into the episodes with you. your bodies are tangled in the other, headphones in one ear each, completely at peace listening to this true crime/comedy podcast. and because you know the case or maybe it’s just a little too long, you zone out amd become hyper aware of the way his thigh settles between your legs into your heat, and you like to subtly shift yourself a little closer to him. the episode zones on, vaguely you hear akaashi comment on what’s being said, but you’re really just more focused on settling yourself in between his legs, lifting your hips to his so you can get some relief. of course akaashi eventually catches on when he feels your hands clenching at his sides, how his sweats start to feel tighter and he can feel how hot you are against him. of course it’s the most confusing boner he’s had in a while but he’s not opposed to pausing the episode and helping you out

the way you said it was the most confusing boner akaashi ever felt had me laughing. but 👀👀 are we entering into a thigh riding akaashi fic????? also i love how you weren’t in an akaashi brainrot earlier and then promptly came in here with one later. 

BUT MISS WRITER: PLEASE CONTINUE. 

let us love each other until the end.

pairing inumaki toge x gn reader

word count 11,219

notes for @kodzucafe’s ‘a safe place’ collab. this is incredibly late, but thank you so very much for letting me join! read the other entries +here :) i made a little spotify playlist for this fic, so if you’d like some background music, click +here! @bunnys-babies​ @cursedarchiveblog @http-404-error-unknown

TAGS JJK SPOILERS! (this is my own spin on what happens to inumaki after shibuya arc, but there are major spoilers with regards to that arc, inumaki, and events that happen after that arc), non-sexual nudity, aged-up characters (it’s entirely sfw, but i have specified that the characters are graduates, so they’re 21+ in my mind), (emotional) hurt/comfort, angst that is resolved, codependency because they are both Going Through It (reader has a raging saviour and inferiority complex. inumaki is a mess because of spoiler reasons) but they heal! somewhat! friends to lovers.

minors (under 18), ageless, and blank blogs are fine to interact with this fic, but please don’t follow me or you will be blocked.

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Morning arrives softly with the first rays of sunlight spilling through open curtains, soaking your room in its honeyed warmth. Everything in its reach — yesterday’s clothes sprawled across the tv stand, the half-empty bottles atop them, the man lying just a side table’s width away from you — is swathed in its Midas touch, drowsing in gold, waiting patiently for a kinder hand to break the spell.

A breeze drifts through the window as you rub your eyes awake. It’s a tad too mean for the moment, softened by the chirpy trills that accompany it, the faint beat of wings as birds soar past. You see Inumaki scratch his cheek before turning around, nestling further beneath his blanket.

A few more minutes of rest won’t hurt him, you decide, walking to the bathroom rather than to his side.

There’s only one more roll of toilet paper left and his mouthwash has just a few drops in it. You add both to this week’s shopping list as you brush your teeth, grimacing at the dark circles beneath your eyes. The water is too cold on your face, but it serves as a decent wake-up call, taking the last few dredges of sleep down the drain with it. Before you leave, you pop open the toothpaste, squeeze a dollop onto Inumaki’s brush, and leave it to balance on the brush holder like you always do. By the time you return, he’s turned around again and a pout curls at his lips.

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Could I please request the "sometimes I get too embarrassed to say anything" with a more shy s/o?

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“Come on, look at me. Please?” 

You turned your head away again, face burning brightly as Akira’s lips brushed against your ear, tugging the lobe as he tried to urge you to face him. “N-Nn…” you couldn’t form words, tongue tied and throat tight. You were way too flustered to handle this. It’s not fair; the power he has over you. 

He seemed a little pouty at your reaction, clearly wanting you to focus on him. Akira began to trail kisses down your jaw, burying his face on your shoulders and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding and cuddling you as if you were some sort of stuffed animal. “Babe,” he whined softly, nipping at the skin on your shoulder and feeling you shudder. “You’re not mad at me, are you?” Akira sounded a little worried⁠— he was worried. Though he knew you were on the shy side, even in private, it worried him at times when you froze up like that. 

You shook your head, the heat rising to your ears. You didn’t want to concern him, you just… “S…Sometimes I…” you began, stumbling over your words as Akira held you close to him, swaying a little. “I get too embarrassed to… to say anything… You just take me by surprise too much and my heart can’t take it.” It was embarrassing to even admit it, but you did. 

Akira went silent, simply listening to you and pondering for a few long moments, still swaying, before he lifted his head off of your shoulder and pressed his forehead against yours, drawing out a cute squeak at the intensity of his gaze in both seriousness and love. “…I’m going to give you three seconds to take deep breaths before I kiss you, because my life really does depend on it when you act that cute.” 

“Wh⁠—” 

“Three.”

You huffed and shook your head, hands on your face, covering your flustered expression, though you heeded his words, taking in deep breaths. Before you could even move your hands, Akira pounced, pulling your wrists away and kissing you so deeply you fell back with him toppling over you, muffling the sounds you made as his desperate kisses stole your breath⁠— and your heart⁠— over and over again. He would seriously be the death of you. 

Miya Atsumu is a blanket hogger, not because he likes the added warmth of being sandwiched in his blanket; but because he always believed in monsters under the bed. Osamu calls him weird, but Atsumu insists that it’s better safe than sorry. As long as he’s safe under the covers, the monsters, demons, or ghost can’t reach him. 

So obviously, it’s Atsumu’s duty to protect you right? You weren’t ask picky as him about the blanket but you’d always find yourself waking up in his arms with the blankets wrapped around the both of you. Your legs securely tucked under the sheets and your waist held tightly with his arms. It was sweet. 

And you wouldn’t have suspected anything at all until you took a nap on the couch. The summer heat making you sweat so you let the blanket fall to the ground as you continue snoozing into the cushions. You tried hard to fall into slumber but the way the humidity stuck to you like glue kept you in a daydream state with your eyes closed. 

But soon, you heard the pitter patter of footsteps of your boyfriend. A sigh on his lips and the soft fabric of the blanket being slowly placed onto your body. For a few seconds you refused to move, despite the heat crawling on you, you feel him start to tuck the blanket against your frame. A slight hum on his lips and when he reaches your torso, you turn to look at him. An amused smile on you. 

“What are you doing?” 

Atsumu doesn’t feel embarrassed, he continues to tuck you in, mumbling softly, “Making sure the demons don’t get to you while you sleep.” 

It makes your heart melt, especially when you think about the amount of times Atsumu has removed or stolen Osamu’s blankets; but the fact that he was here, right at this moment, trying to make sure you wouldn’t be taken by the demons. You break free from the blanket burrito, arms capturing your man to bring him to you and you smother him with kisses. 

I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it

A/N: I’m tired and Im stressed and when someone is tired and stressed, they make stupid decisions… like wanting to write for fandoms and characters I don’t usually write for

Pairing: Xiao x reader (reader = traveler ≠ aether/lumine)

Description: The mundane but precious comfort of a warm bed had never tempted him, until his bed was not so empty while he was away anymore.

Word count: 1835

Yakshas did not need sleep, or rather, they were not really given the luxury to make it a necessity.

It was not that evil spirits only come out after the sun was down. People tend to have the misconception that ghouls and all things vile could only haunt you when it was dark but that was simply not true. Anger and wrath did not know the difference between day and night, what was left of ancient demons now wandered through the meadows and creeping closer to where their preys were. The world was not the same as it was before. The lights burnt brighter and even at night, there would not be an inch where darkness could swallow you whole unless you leave the city. Still, the general consensus among the masses seemed to be that demons were the most furious when it was dark out.

The only reason why he chose to pick his battles at night was to make sure not one innocent soul had to walk in on the karma-ridden Conqueror of Demons.

The adeptus, who appeared to be young but was not exactly, had never had any words of complaint about what simply must be done. The wind always howled the loudest at night, the currents stirring in the air as another spirit vanished with a slash of his polearm. And as pained screeches of dying remnants of dead gods faded into the air, poisoned words of his past rang in his ear. Demons were smart, they knew how to pick at the strings that could make you crumble, that was how they stir up chaos even though there was nothing more than a fragment left of their physical state in the world. 

Screams and devoured dreams weighted on his shoulder together with the karma that ripped his skin apart but he stayed put, until the sun came up again and his job was over, at least until night comes once more.

He had been living like this for over a millennium. Day after day, year after year. Even when the people he was protecting put off their work to rejoice over each festivity in their calendars, he was still away from the lights and carrying on with what he had been doing every night. 

The mundane but precious comfort of a warm bed had never tempted him, until his bed was not so empty while he was away anymore.

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𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader

prompt: sharing clothes

word count: 3.6k (oh my fucking god KAJSDAKSLD)

A/N: LMAO OKAY the way the actual prompt is only mentioned like twice in the actual fic,,,,,i’m sorry i just took the idea (loosely based on an ad for the show “dash and lily” on netflix whoops) and REALLY RAN WITH IT. anyway, hope you enjoy anyway haha this is unedited (and uh,,there’s a bit of angst) i’m so sorry

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The bell rings quietly as you push the door open, and suddenly you feel like you’re home.

It’s a small bookstore a little ways away from your school. You’ve been visiting for years now, so you’ve gotten used to the dark red wood facade, the slightly musty scent of old books, and the dim lighting inside.

“Hello.” you greet the old woman behind the counter politely, bowing your head as she smiles.

“Hello, dear! We just got a new shipment in the back, you should take a look! Might be something you like there.”

With another nod, you drag your feet toward the back as instructed, drinking in the sight of all the shelves. Your fingers drag over the spines of the books as you pass, as though trying to extract the stories from within each of the bound pages. Finally arriving at the book of the store, you see that the owner was correct—there’s a variety of new books available, all different genres and sizes.

WIth a quick scan, one book sticks out to you. It’s decently thick, a red spine with gold lettering in a pretty calligraphy font. Your fingers twitch toward it, ready to pull it out and inspect it, when a sudden sound from your phone makes you flinch.

(1 new message)

keiji: Do you want to hang out today? I know you had a rough calc test, maybe we can de-stress together. Just let me know.

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12:15 AM

kaedehara kazuha.

“hi,” he says in a soft whisper. his face is close to yours, as if his cheek has been pressed against the wood of your door.

“hi.” you reply, breathless.

he leans against the doorframe, rounded irises of ruby inspecting you in silence. midnight, him, here outside your dormitory room. the thought becomes so bizarre that it was almost impossible to believe. but it’s real. kaedehara kazuha is real.

“it’s late,” you swallow anxiously. “you know the rules—”

“no peers sharing the same room after eight,” he chuckles, and the sound echoes deeply in his throat. “i know. just give me a second.”

the tranquility dissipates with a faint clinking from his side, raising his hand to reveal a small compass keychain in his grasp. “i thought you might like it.”

your cheeks flush a crimson shade at the sight of it. “what’s the occasion?”

“was thinking about you.” he murmurs, before jutting the trinket out to your chest, waiting for you to accept it.

and the realization finally strikes you…this is a gift. kazuha picked it out, because he was thinking about you.

“thanks,” you smile, outstretching your hand to take it. your fingers brush slightly, and a jolt of electricity creeps up your skin. “i’ll wear it so i won’t get lost.”

“is that something that happens often?” he grins lopsidedly, which looks unequivocally flirtatious, and you swear you can no longer remember your own name when you stare at it.

“how was your sunday?” kazuha asks afterwards, giving you a weird look when you don’t respond to his previous question.

“ah, it was um,” you shrug. “the usual. homework and sleep. nothing interesting.”

“and your movie?” he nods at the dvd tucked beneath your other arm.

“it was great. you can borrow it next time, if you want.”

the silence is deafening. you watch as kazuha’s gaze flickers towards the dark hallway, and your doorframe, before glancing back outside with a strange expression on his face.

“you know that i like you…right?”

your heart thrums erratically in your chest, and you heave in a deep breath at the revelation. “oh.”

“yeah,” he mumbles, fumbling awkwardly with his dormitory keys in one hand. “i just…had to get it off my chest someday. before i regretted not doing anything, you know?”

you look at his free hand, and how it seemed awfully lonely in the middle of the night.

“but if you don’t, that’s alright.” his lips flatten in a straight line, still averting his gaze. “i’m still taking the next week off, and we won’t have to see each other for a while—”

“so stay.” the words tumble easily from your mouth. “stay with me.”

his eyes finally meet yours, almost softening in admiration at the rosiness on your cheeks.

“you sure about that?” he whispers quietly, unsure of your answer and his crumbling restraint of desire. “i don’t want to force you into this.”

your fingers reach out to snug around his belt loop, gently tugging on the fabric to allow him to come closer. i like you too. isn’t that obvious, you idiot?

“go out with me, kazuha.” you say.

and in the slumbering shadows of the dark hallway, he leaves your room with a breathless grin on his flustered face.

[sᴄ] 𝐰𝐞❜𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: you find out akira has to move away for a while [angst]

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader - not proof read 😟

“What do you mean, ‘kira?” your voice trembles as you stare into Akira’s grey orbs, watery eyes glinting so prettily under the moons hue that makes him look so vulnerable.

“They’re gonna put me on probation” He explains shakily, fingers toying with the grey fabric of his long and over worn hoodie. His paler face is scratched up, small yet angry red marks carved into the delicate and porcelain like skin. Your hands wonder up to the markings, thumbs delicately tracing over the cuts as he leans into the touch, a small smile spreading across his solemn features.

His arms slither to wrap around your waist, tugging you towards his slender frame as he tries his best to memorise how your body fits so perfectly next to his. He knows that you’re worrying about his well-being, millions of thoughts racing through that beautiful head of yours which only end up eating away at you and forming a serpent like feeling that pulls at your gut.

Yet, you chew at your lip and ask the questions that’s eating at you the most.

“You’re not going to be gone forever..right?” Akira giggles softly, hands smoothing over the texture of your windswept hair in a comforting manner.

“No..but for a few months” He answers “I’m not sure how far I’ll be from you but,” He trails off, hand travelling from the locks of your hair to rub comfortingly against the skin of your cheek.

“I’ll always think of you”

“I’d hope so, ‘Kira” Playfully rolling your eyes, you tug at the sleeve of his hoodie to bring his face towards your own to press a soft kiss against his lips. You’re trembling at you do so, eyes glazing over with unshed tears as you try to pour your emotions into one, fleeting kiss.

Akira feels his own heart constrict at the sound of your own breath getting caught in your throat as you try to suppress the sob that’s clawing at your throat to be released. It’s not fair. It’s really not. He shouldn’t be punished for stopping a man from trying to force himself on a woman - better yet, he shouldn’t have a criminal record at the age of 17 but life is so unfair at times.

He shouldn’t feel the pain of being unfairly taken away from those he loves at the age of 17 even if it’s only for a short while.

Yet, the only thing keeping him together was the three short words he whispered to you as he’s taken away from his home a few days later.

“We’ll meet again”

his love language / toge inumaki x gn!reader / headcanons

- toge’s love language is definitely touch

- he doesn’t really have the option to tell you how he feels, so he has to make do with what he’s got

- and he gets real good at it, and you come to understand what certain touches mean

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