"AND WHILE YOU SLEEP, I'LL BE SCARED." Overblot Gang

— "AND WHILE YOU SLEEP, I'LL BE SCARED." overblot gang 

SYNOPSIS: Your lover waking up from a horrific nightmare and scrambling to listen to your heartbeat so he can make sure you're still alive.

⊹ [ cw ] — angst, hurt/comfort, overblot, blood, glass shards injury, anxiety/panic attacks, insecurities, mentions of death, crying (them)◞

⊹ [ tags ] — ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. GN! READER | riddle tears his room apart, leona feels immense guilt, caring leona, azul having a panic attack, vil being an absolute mess, vil speaks german, shy idia, jamil injures himself accidentally, jamil calls you 'albi' (my heart), malleus immortality angst ◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.5k+◞

✩—RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

It's far past his scheduled time for sleep.

A bitter taste is bubbling up in his throat and frothing against his tongue. Riddle doesn't know what this wretched feeling is. All he knows is that he's terrified. Perhaps that's why he allows himself to disturb your sleep, the maddening emotions slamming against his head becoming too much for him to handle.

"I-I apologize for waking you," Riddle rasps, slipping into your shared bed and burrowing his face deep into the crook of your neck. His breaths come out in quick and fleeting puffs, heart thrumming hard against his ribs.

In the dimness of the night, the myriad of mangled and torn-up books that were strewn and flung about the room in a frenzied fury could hardly be seen. Your gaze flickered down to your lover. The tips of Riddle's fingers were a blistering raw red, his once well-groomed nails now visibly chipped at its ends.

With a touch of your tender hands, you pull him down to rest against your chest.

"What's wrong?"

"I–I just…I recalled the incident of my overblot and how I hit you with that blast. H-How you nearly—" Clamping his eyes tight, Riddle dared not to finish that sentence. The boy trembles in your arms—ears fervently straining to hear the steady and melodic thump of your heart, a melody he feared he would never hear again.

A choked sob tumbles from his lips and your chest aches.

"…I'm sorry," was his quiet cry. "I'm so sorry."

✩—LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Peacefully fast asleep, your back was nestled snug against the Leona's chest while his firm bicep protectively curled around your ribs.

Over the course of your relationship, Leona began to realize how much he loved having you in his arms. You were at peace when you slept, untouched and untainted by the stress and pain you dealt with every day.

He crept his free hand up your torso, cold fingers slipping underneath your shirt, skimming up your stomach, and settling above the spot on your chest where your heartbeat danced vividly against his touch. Leona splays his fingers out more, fixated on how the thrum of your life felt against his skin.

It was a daily struggle to keep his emotions at bay, ensuring that his strong feelings and magic wouldn't hurt you again. The nightmarish phantom of his blot still haunts him to this day. That wrath was an ugly and hideous beast he wished to keep locked away in the depths of his mind for all of eternity.

Yet, at the soft beat of your delicate heart against his sullied hands—Already, Leona finds himself wavering, uncharacteristically weak.

An overpowering mix of stress and strain washes over him, pooling up into watery blobs and flowing down his cheeks in faint streaks as he silently wept.

"Fuck," Leona curses, pulling your dozing form closer to him. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."

✩—AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

The torment of nightmares was far worse than he remembered, but this dread he felt was unquestionably different, pressing in on him like a frigid cold. The icy sensation seeps into the marrows and dips of his flesh—his sole respite being your touch, which both warmed and scorched at his skin.

"Angelfish." Azul breathlessly sputtered, blindly patting around the bed in search of your body.

Through the fringes of his blacked out vision, he could barely make out your worried drowsy visage. This caused him to panic, pulse picking up, but you were quick to soothe him—reaching a hand out to press against his cheek. Finally finding you, the octo-mer pulled you towards his side of the bed, engulfing you in a tight hug.

Azul tried to stop the flood of tears that layered his face, but your soft lips strewn with kisses on his skin seemed to further elicit his unceasing cries. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Azul. I'm here." You whisper, cradling his face, but he was inconsolable. The octo-mer desperately clawed at your shirt as he pressed his ear deeper against your chest, practically melting into you.

The throbs of your heart echoed through his anguished mind, providing him with some semblance of comfort.

"Don't go….Please…" Azul sputters, body shaking from every deep, labored heave of his burning lungs, "Please."

✩—JAMIL VIPER:

A strangled scream awoke you from your abyssal sleep, your bleary eyes ripping open to dart here and there around the room in a manic frenzy. The ensuing shattering smash of a glass further threw your thoughts into disarray.

"Jamil?!"

Your lover had stumbled off of the bed, now kneeling against the wooden flooring with the bedsheets pooling around his hips, sheets damp from the shattered glass of water on the floor.

A bloody hand clenched at his palpitating heart, glass shards digging into his skin, as his lungs fought to maintain his breathing.

You sprang from the mattress and skidded in his direction, but Jamil scrambled away from you.

"Albi, no. There's glass. Stay away. You're going to get hurt," Jamil stammered. Holding a shaky hand up, the boy avoided your gaze.

"Jamil—" Brows pinched together, you eased towards him. "I'm not going to get hurt, don't worry."

You stepped over the shards of crystal glass with caution and made your way past, "See?"

Once you were within his reach, Jamil caved in and slowly brought you into his arms—careful with his injury. He could feel the distant sting of the cuts on his hands, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Leaning down, he lay his head over your heart. Even though the batter of your heart was frantic and panicked, it somewhat provided a steady beat for him to follow as he worked to untangle the complexities in his thoughts. Your lover sunk against you, anchoring himself against the warmth your body radiated.

✩—IDIA SHROUD:

As the minutes pass, Idia was rapidly losing every meagre amount of confidence he managed to scrape together.

"Idia…honey? Please get up." You croon, running a hand through his flaming hair.

Though it seemed as if he didn't hear anything—Idia kept his head glued against your beating chest, refusing to get up from his position on the floor.

He's been kneeling before you for so long that the rough fabric of his pants burned and skidded against the tender skin of his knees, sending excruciating stings along the threads of his flesh.

"I—No…N-No…I can't." Idia's lips quiver, eyes glossing over as he diverts his gaze. The weight of his arms lay heavy against your legs, elbows resting by your knees while his dull nails dug into the skin at the back of your thighs.

"Why's that?" You whisper.

Idia shut his eyes. The flash of numerous dreams and nightmares he's suffered at the hands of his own demented twisted memories clouded his mind. It did not help that they were all molded out of his own self-inflicted pessimism...cruel and unforgiving. A reason as to why he couldn't bear to look at you tonight, not when the image of your mangled body was still fresh on his mind.

"I-I'm s-sor-sorry…I ca-can't get up…I need to…” he stumbles for words, his breathing picking up its pace. "I need to…need to know you're okay."

✩—VIL SCHOENHEIT:

"Vil…" You worriedly murmur, pressing your lips against his mascara-stained cheeks, not minding the bitter aftertaste it left lingering in your mouth.

Laying atop the plush silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the dorm leader's eyes were ripped wide open as his chest heaved viciously. It was quite a rare sight as your lover lay vulnerable before you, heart bared open.

Oh, he was an absolute mess.

Dark streams of teary mascara ran down Vil's cheeks, his uniform wrinkled and his golden hair splayed out everywhere—unbound from its braids and tangled up.

The grip of his arms around your midsection tightens as he pressed you up closer against him, his head resting atop your chest. At the sound of your heartbeat, Vil allowed himself to unwind and let your affections banish away even the most ominous of his thoughts.

"Liebling…Es tut mir ehrlich Leid—" Vil rasps, his mother tongue dripping like honey from his lips as he suddenly found it difficult to speak the language he was so accustomed to every day.

Hushing him, you press a fleeting kiss against his brow line and Vil clamps his red-rimmed eyes shut, ceasing to say anything more.

"Hush now. Rest, my prince." You press a gentle kiss to his temple and brush the frizzes of his blonde hair away from his face.

A small smile quirks on his lips as he feels his stomach fluttering from the nickname. The look in his eyes is softly lit, warm like a candle.

✩—MALLEUS DRACONIA:

One day, Malleus knows, you will be nothing more than wilted and withered ash.

It was a truth that wrapped around him like shackling chains—tearing, whipping and lashing against his raw, bare skin. No matter how hard he pulled, scratched, and screamed at it, the chains remained.

The clanging and grating iron truth about reality cannot be so easily pushed away. Human lives are fickle, and you would inevitably leave him.

Once you do, the fae prince knows he will be a mere shadow of his former self, a wretched and lonesome creature awaiting and longing for his lover who was no more than a ghost of his fleeting memories.

"I apologize for the disturbance, my treasure."

And yet, Malleus presses his hand firmly against your beating heart. A distant marching beat serving as his reminder that you were very much alive and well.

"I truly apologize." Malleus heaves, hands clamouring against your collarbone.

Although thick tension and silence still hung heavy in the air, the dragon basked in the warmth and feel of your flushed skin, a bitter smile gracing his lips as he lay beside you on the bed.

"Sweet dreams, beastie…"

—TAGLIST:

꒰ ♡🧷: if you want to be tagged for ALL of my works, comment here!

@keedas @spadecentral @crypticbibliophile @pastellepastary @cassidycampfire @cocomollo @poisonioushearts @kawaiipotatoghost @ramvuda @sweeneyblue1 @the-lost-anime-dad @kyraxiyn   @skadi-winterfell @mushroomchaos101 @rainybeebs @taruruchi @fluffimemes @awkwardspontaneity @phoneandchips @gussuri

Them reacting them being your lockscreen savor: Hanako characters X GN Reader

characters include: Hanako, Nene, & Kou

scenario: they take a glimpse of your phone lockscreen only to see it's none other then a photo of themselves?

warnings: shitty writing, unedited

a/n: this just randomly came to my mind, and along with BSD, this is the one anime running through my mind atm :>

HANAKO-KUN:

☆ i feel like he'll be less likely to be the one to show full embarrassment. Like, he'll start to feel nervous and get all hot at first, but that's basically all he'll show. Deep down he's all like 'AH--'

☆ now this is where the teasing starts! he'll be all like, "GASP! is that me on your phone, Y/N?? How did you even do that? When did you take that photo of me? You could have at least told me so I could look better!"

☆ he would take your phone out of your hand and shows it off to Kou and Nene, who aren't phased by it the slightest. Meanwhile your sweating bullets and your cheeks are all red and hot.

☆ attempting to grab it back, you phased right through him as you tried to tackle him and your head hits the wall of the bathroom you all were in when he saw the picture.

☆ making sure you weren't hurt he gave you back the phone, but the teasing did not stop there.

-

"YYYY/N~"

You felt someone poke your side as you sat on the floor of the bathroom on the third floor. Nene, who was just trying to clean the bathroom, jumped at your sudden laugh. She gripped the mop handle and looked over.

Hanako had you pinned to the wall, both of you on the floor as he hovered over you like a predator. His fingers were dugged into the hollow of your underarms as you tried to hide your phone in your chest.

Hanako was trying to get you to show him the photo you snapped yesterday while you, him, and Nene were on the school roof. You denied his ask so he's taking matters into his own hands.

"Come on, Y/N!! I just want to have a small peek of the picture!! I'm sure it's amazing it had to be- it was taken by youu~"

"Nohooohaha! You'll mahahake fun of me-EHE! Haha-HANAKO!"

His fingers scrached your sides like he was a cat scrathing a couch. In this scenario, you were the cat.

"Okokahay－I'LL SHA-ahaow youuhou! Ple-aahase, I cahahan't breeeeethe!" You squealed out, Hanako stops almost in an instant hearing those words. He stood back and squats down, extending his hand waiting for the phone to be handed to him.

You rolled your eyes seeing his dorky smile as you handrd him the phone. A puddle of giggles escaped his lips as he backed away and floats in the air.

Nene rushed over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, asking if you were alright. You nod, giggling as the ghost tickles were still tickling you.

Hanako turned on your phone and be was met with something that made even him speechless. Your lockscreen was him watching the sky with a small smile while a bit of Yashrio's hair was caught in view.

It still looked good, anyway.

You saw Hanako's face. His lips were gaped open as he stared at your screen. Crap, did you creep him out now? Great, now he thinks you're obsessed with him and a creep!－

Before you could think any longer, a large gasp caused you to look back up at Hanako to see a bright smile on his face. "Y/N! IS THIS ME ON YOUR PHONE SCREEN??! HOW'D YOU EVEN DO THAT- SHOWMESHOWMEEEE!!"

He flew towards you and dropped down beside you, "YASHIRO LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF ME, Y/N-CHAN DID A GREAT JOB!!"

You blushed deep red, your stomach in knots as Yashiro now reacted to the photo.b

Okay, he was...really...excited about this－ which is not what you were expecting but eh, it's better then him hating you and finding you a creep.

YASHIRO NENE:

☆ goes all red. like she becomes the tomatoes you see in the school garden.

☆ you left your phone in class and Nene found it. She remembered you freaking out about losing it last period. Must've left it here this morning.

☆ she would ask you about it in private. And you would apologize quickly, saying you'll change it. You just found the picture insanely cute!

☆ she wouldn't mind at all, but it catches het off guard sometimes!

☆ secretly hopes you never changes it because she loves the attention your giving her.

☆ if you don't know about Hanako, he'll ask Yashiro why shes so cheery and she'll just say someone noticed her.

☆ if you do know Hanako, he'll beg to see the photo of Nene's comfortable with it.

-

Nene watched as you left the classroom, nervously searching for your phone. You lost your phone for at least 20 minutes now and when you asked Yashiro she offered to look for it for you.

"Y/N. Calm down, I'm sure it's somewhere! How about you check the next class you were in and I'll check this one a second time."

That's what she told you before you left. She took out her phone and started to dial your number.

Suddenly the sound of your ringtone caused her to smile softly s she raced towards it, "Got'cha!" She lifts the screen and sees the notification pop up on her lock screen....she also saw the picture of her and you at your place a couple weeks ago.

She screams slightly and blushes, putting the phone back on the desk where she found it.

"Yashiro?" You called out and she tried to calm herself down, "What happened, I heard you scream-" You cut yourself when you spot your phone on the desk. "Ah, sweet! You found my phone!" You grinned, picking it up with a smile. "Thanks, Nene-Nene?" You looked up at your friend to see her blushing.

"Ahem-uhm-Y/N?" She asked and you wait for her to continue. "You-Your lock screen...is..."

You had to process what she meant until it clicked and you started to blush pink as well. "O-oh-uh-uh-Y-Yashiro-I-I'm so sorry! I-I thought the picture of you looked cute! Not-not that you never look cute it's just that- I MEAN CUTE AS IN A FRIENDLY WAY-uh- I-I can change it if you'd like-"

"NO!" Yashiro shouts, catching you both off guard, Why did she scream that?! "I-I mean..no. Keep it...It looks pretty."

You both blushed and for the rest of the day, Hanako was questioning why you both, or Yashiro if you don't know Hanako, why your faces were always red when you see each other.

Yeah, Hanako was not helpful at all.

MINAMOTO KOU:

☆ literally feels so proud of himself.

☆ while being a blushing mess at the same exact time

☆ he's never had a person take this much interest in him that they'll take a photo of him and use it as their lock screen.

☆ he's asking questions for sure, and at first, he starts to rise his voice but that's just because he's so excited that you've taken so much interest in him.

☆ "When did you snap that photo, Y/N?" , "Wasn't it yesterday when we went to the school garden? You wanted to check those plants you were growing no?"

☆ all these questions almost caused you to pass out from embarrassment, but he laughs it off and says; "It's cool, you should keep it."

☆ and when he's all alone he's screaming into a pillow like a preppy school girl.

-

It was the end of the school day and both you and Kou wanted to meet up at your school. Something about wanting to show him your new place after you and your family moved here.

Of course, he agreed. He loved doing things with you, no matter how dumb and stupid they sound.

"Y/N!"

You smiled, looking up from the bench you sat at, seeing Kou run up to you waving his hands in the air. "Hey!" You laughed, standing up on your tippy-toes.

When he was in close reach, he wrapped his arms around your neck and you both spun before pulling apart. "Glad you can make it!" You grinned as your feet got steady once more on the concrete. "What's up with you and school?"

"As per usual. How about you, Hanako messed anything up yet with you or Senpai yet?" He spoke as if to answer, he already knew what you were going to say.

"He's Hanako. What do you think? Something's always up now-a-days." You both chuckle until he spots your phone light up. It was sitting on the bench you sat at.

He quickly noticed the picture of him and you on your lock screen. It was a photo you took of him and you on a slide that could barely fit the both of you.

It was too funny not to take a picture of it. Your smile was wide, almost as if you were laughing while Kou was struggling to keep his balance on the small slide.

A small blush formed on his cheeks and you cocked an eyebrow, "Kou?" You looked where his eyes met and you let out a yelp as you tried to grab your phone before he could spot it- too bad for you, he's seen it moments before.

"AHH! I'm sorry! I'm sorry- I- Dammit- It's not what you think, it's just a funny photo I had of you and- look it was also late at night when I chose this- I'L change it-now?"

When you looked up at Kou he had...tears falling from his eyes? Like- full-on tears. But he wasn't saying anything. "K-Kou? I'm sorry if-if I freaked you out in any way- It's just-"

"I will be honored to have a picture of me and you on your lock screen, Y/N-ch. Kou bowed as he said this having many people side-eye you both. "K-Kou! Get up, people are staring...and I think that kid's side-eyeing us!" You shivered as Kou stood back on his feet and smiled.

"Wanna know something?"

"What-What?" You felt heat rush to your cheeks when he moved closer to you both, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered,

"I'm not upset, but disappointed you didn't get any of my good sides." You rolled your eyes with a smile, "Oh my god- you scared me, dork! Never do that again!" You pushed his face away with your hand and began to walk away, giggling when you heard him chase you and try to apologize.

Yuu and reader but

But reader is forgettable.

Imagine Reader who arrived in Twisted Wonderland with Yuu, they got along very well together and with Grim, but Yuu and Grim end up abandoning Reader, creating their group of friends that we all know. Reader tries to approach them, become friends with them, but without success.

And then Reader finds himself alone, and everyone acts as if he doesn't exist. So much so that Reader questions his existence and becomes very quiet.

The ghosts realize this and spend time with Reader, and Reader considers them his only true friends. I'm pretty sure Reader would have tried to kill himself to become a ghost and join the ghosts gang but would have failed.

Reader would have stopped going to class, some teachers (Trein and Crewel) would have noticed and talked to him about it.

Reader walks around campus at all hours without anyone noticing him (he would have already been dancing in class and singing loudly and out of tune and no one would have noticed).

In the end, Reader is left alone for so long, talking to no one except the ghosts, that he forgets his name (the ghosts call him "Little Ghost").

And at book 5, he meets Chenya. And this is how it happens :

“What do you do alone ?” Chenya asked.

"Wait... Are you talking to me ?" Reader asked sitting in a tree, looking left and right before looking at Chenya.

"Yeah ? There's no one else around." the cat remarked amusedly.

"Oh- sorry I'm not used to people seeing me !" Reader said with a smile on his face, excited that someone alive was talking to him.

"Huh ? Why ?" Chenya asked, frowning in confusion.

“Well, people still act like I’m not there, like I don’t exist.” Reader explained. “Exept ghosts, you’re the first to talk to me in months !”

“oh…” Chenya looked worried. “And what’s your name ?”

"Oh I'm-huh..." Reader said before frowning.

“Well, hello ‘huh’, I’m Chenya.” Chenya said trying to lighten the mood.

“Nah, nah.. I don’t remember my name.” Reader said sounding scared, his breathing quickening.

“huh ?”

"What's my name? What's my name? Who am I? I forgot? I forgot..."

"Hey, calm down, you'll remember.." Chenya tried to calmly reassure.

"No- no ! You're not supposed to notice me or talk to me ! Go with more important people, people who remember their names, who they are !" (Reader having an existential crisis <3)

In the end, Chenya manages to calm Reader down, and he calls him "Little Ghost" (like ghosts) until they find his name.

After that, Chenya will talk about that as his friends at the RSA (like Neige), and they would do all for create a new identity at Reader and after that they will take him with them at the RSA (The RSA director was the one that have the idea of the new identity).

Sam friends of the other side won't stop crying about "The child that have forget his name", making Sam confused (they never answer at his questions about him).

And Trein would be the one finding out that Reader have left three days later.

If nobody write that, I will write it myself.

OMGGGGGG

Азул 🪸🫧

— cat-themed yandere ask game. ♡

kitten ♡ who was your first darling? are you still in touch?

house cat ♡ what kind of attention do you want from your darling? how do you try to get it?

stray cat ♡ how do you feel when your darling interacts with others? do you try to isolate them?

big cat ♡ do you want to control your darling? how much? what would you want to control?

wildcat ♡ what are some fantasies you have about your darling? what about the darkest ones?

purring ♡ what are your top love languages?

sunbathing ♡ what would be your ideal date or hangout with your darling?

hissing ♡ are you jealous or possessive when it comes to your darling? if so, what makes you jealous or possessive?

biting ♡ does your obsession make you violent or aggressive? if so, in what way?

hunting ♡ how do you tend to get or find a new darling?

scratching ♡ how do you cope with any toxic urges you have related to your darling?

meowing ♡ how do you express your love to your darling, if at all?

pouncing ♡ do you stalk your darling? if so, how?

claws ♡ how do you react to any obstacles between you and your darling? what about if they cheated on you or broke a promise?

whiskers ♡ how close are you with your darling?

collar ♡ what's the worst thing you would do for your darling?

catnip ♡ what are your favorite things about your darling?

pawprints ♡ what are your favorite memories with your darling?

night vision ♡ do you ever have dreams about your darling? if so, what have they been?

* ˚ ✦ CALLSIGN | ft. hanako, kou, mitsuba, sakura

— the pet names they use on you ⋆ gn reader

— i know i put it as gn reader but im not sure if some petnames (e.g. doll, darling) are considered feminine or not huhu, to whoever, please let me know if they are fem 😓😓

— hanako ; doll

you've been staring at hanako for quite a while now, there's something about him that just seems so entrancing. his overall playful yet serious demeanor just strikes an arrow towards your heart but today— you've adored him for the past few minutes or so.

while hanako was playing with the mokke alongside the bathroom window, your staring doesn't go unnoticed. i mean, it was getting obvious considering you were really just staring. eyes locked onto him while you were holding yourself up with a broom.

he raises an eyebrow in suspicion. was there something unnatural with him? nothing seemed out of sorts with him so why?

you were still locked on him. only snapping out of your trance when hanako called out your name for maybe, 3 times? "[namee], your staring quite a lot aren't you?" he said with a cheeky grin spread across his face.

your face started to heat up, he was well aware of what you were doing and you had no excuse. "w-well, i just happened to zone out you know..! nothing crazy really.." you stammered out, trying with the best of your efforts not to place more of his attention towards you this time.

"hmm? was it really just zoning out, doll?" hanako stated, placing emphasis on the petname. you both knew that it really wasn't zoning out. your eyes darted everywhere but his. only focusing on his amber eyes once more when you hear him chuckle.

"stare all you want, doll. i'm all yours, you know?" that teasing bastard..

* ˚ ✦

— kou ; hun

the aromatic smell of pancakes was evident all through out the kitchen. it's sweet and honeying scent complimented the you and kou in the kitchen, alongside each other while cooking.

a domestic moment, only to be shared within the vicinity of you and him. you two brushed hands occasionally, never fully indulging in the warmth of each other.

while working, you two occasionally chat about each other's day, but due to your focus, you happened to let you thoughts slip. "this is smelling good! how about you try a taste, [name]?" he questioned, nudging you to catch your attention. unfortunately, you were fixed onto making said pancakes. "ah- sure. i'll try it after i'm done with this, hun."

you weren't aware of the pet name you used, too engaged in cooking. but kou, on the other hand, fell completely silent. he was still trying to comprehend what you just said. "hun?" kou questioned, while you turned your head to him, "yes?" you answered. he expected you to look at him weirdly, but you simply accepted it.

kou was certainly muddled, that you took notice as to why he just stood there frozen. "is something wrong?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to your side. "you.. you really don't mind me calling you 'hun'?" kou answered.

after realizing that was the reason kou was seen to be stressing, you only stifled a giggle, leaving the bewildered man much more confused than before. "why would i dislike using 'hun'? it's a sweet pet name, for me and for you. as sweet as your pancakes." you said, with a wide grin plastered on your face.

* ˚ ✦

— mitsuba ; babe

"babee, c'mon, who's cuter between me and this cat?" mitsuba asked, holding up a cat to you. deadpanning, you answer, "is this even a question? it's obviously you." flashing him a soft smile. the pink haired boy stood there, blush tinting his face before immediately facing away.

it was evident that he was flustered. his back was turned to you while he covered a part of his face. you immediately took this chance to wrap your arms around his shoulders while placing your head on the latter.

"i'm simply just stating the truth babe, that you're adorable." you continued with your compliments, yet no words had come from mitsuba's mouth. despite that, it was obvious that he was blushing even further.

you give him a small peck on the cheek, causing him to immediately turn his head to your face, giving you all more of a chance for you to kiss him on the lips. and who are you to pass up on the opportunity?

the kiss was brief, yet enough to make both of your hearts beat.

* ˚ ✦

— sakura ; darling

the light of the sun seeps through the library, in which you and sakura can be found. her eyes focused on the current book she was reading, while your's was focused on her. you sat beside her, giving you a small view of the text imprinted on the book.

you prompted up a question out of boredom. "darling, what genre's are you fond of?" you asked, while pointing to the book. sakura looked up to your eyes, "i prefer mystery, on some occasions, i'll indulge in thriller." she answered blankly.

"how about you, darling?" she said, turning the question to you. thinking for a bit, you answered. "well, i don't have a particular one in mind.. i enjoy most things." sakura smiled for a slight, yet the grin was quickly dispersed. "there's something i've been meaning to try, one found in romance novels." she stated.

she then quickly, held you hand gently, before bringing them up to her lips, briefly placing a kiss on it. you were startled for a bit, not expecting her to do that. nonetheless, your heart swelled at the action.

sakura took notice of the sudden silence, "anything wrong darling? would you like me to do it more often?" she said, with the previous smile reappearing once more.